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So far, none of the other guests had realized there was anything amiss. They took the absence of the bride and groom in stride, making sly comments about early honeymoons. They had, of course, noticed that Ginny had fainted, an event they attributed to something she ate. The snails remained untouched for the rest of the party, though no one was sure if it was because Ginny ate some before she collapsed or because, frankly, they looked a bit dodgy.

Fred and George noted contemptuously that they had probably not sensed something was wrong because they were Muggles, and therefore were to dense to notice. Of course, the special punch the twins presented them with probably did nothing to sharpen their senses.

For whatever reason, the wedding guests were all dancing and laughing, blissfully unaware that one of the greatest mysteries of the wizarding world was about to be unraveled.

Remus, with great effort, lifted his head back up to face Fleur, who was surveying the party with satisfaction plastered on every centimeter of her face. He groaned inwardly. Though he was fairly certain she wouldn't run through the guests screaming, "'Arry Potter ees 'ere," one could never be completely sure with her. And if she didn't do that, she might very well do something else. He shook his head and groaned.

She looked back at him, a smile on her face. He tried very hard to not roll his eyes at her smugness. Her smile merely widened. He sighed.

"What do you know?" he asked tiredly.

"I know zat 'e ees 'ere," she began, "and I know zat you know zat. I also know zat Ginny saw 'im. I know zat 'e did magic, and zat ees 'ow you found 'im. Zat is all. What do you know?"
"About as much as you," Remus admitted. "I also know that there was a reason he left, Fleur, and it's not up to other people to hold him hostage." Fleur had the decency to look penitent. They sat in silence for a moment.

"That's all you could get him to say?" Remus finally burst out, revealing that he was just as curious as she was.

"Yes," she replied. "But," she continued, "I 'ave 'im locked in a room without a wand. I am sure we could get more information eef we tried."

They looked at each other for a moment, Fleur looking a bit mischievous, and Remus chewing on his lip nervously. Finally, Remus gave her a look and they were both out of their seats, heading for the stairs. Remus knew he should leave Harry alone. It wasn't his business at all. But everyone had been asking the same questions for seven years, and he reckoned it was about time to get some answers.

They didn't sense anyone watching them as they walked towards the stairs. But two pairs of eyes were following them as they made their way.

Fred and George Weasley were called many things. They could be described as mischievous, roguish, wicked, impish, or wayward. Take your pick. At Hogwarts, they had been famous for slacking off and filling up their time with silly pranks. A lot of things could be said about the twins. But no one could say they were stupid.

They had invented a whole line of joke products. Right out of school, they opened their own shop, which had been operating by mail-order even before then. They acquired goods at the best price possible, though sometimes through illicit means. Yes, Fred and George Weasley were very smart.

Though the majority of the wedding guests had not guessed anything suspicious about the events of the night, Fred and George had seen enough to gather that something was wrong.

First, Ginny had fainted. They both knew that their sister was not a delicate little girl, and they certainly didn't believe that some bad snails had caused her to collapse. Then, when she came to, she was screaming Harry Potter's name. Though they knew she had loved him, they could not imagine a situation in which Ginny would call his name for no reason at all when he had been gone for seven years.

Ella had then informed them that Fleur was busy and couldn't attend to Ginny immediately, an innocuous event in itself. But she had then scampered off, something deeply out of character for the six year old, who would, in normal circumstances, never have left the place where the most interesting action was occurring. And knowing that Ella was a smart girl, it didn't take much of their brainpower to guess that she had found something rather more exciting to pry into.

Their final clue had been spotting Fleur and Remus talking to each other at one of the tables outside. Though they were both very nice people, they weren't each other's first choice of companion. Then they had run upstairs together. And since a torrid love affair didn't seem like Remus's style, they suspected that something important that they were not yet privy to was going on.

After quietly observing Remus and Fleur rush upstairs, they turned to each other.

"George," Fred said, "I reckon it's about time we pulled out the old Extendables."

"I couldn't agree more," George replied.

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Ella did not try to engage Harry in conversation after she revealed that Ginny was engaged. Though young, she could sense the melancholy that Harry was feeling. It was the same feeling she sensed in her widowed mother every day.

She sighed to herself and looked at the door hopelessly. When she first realized she had discovered Harry Potter, her thought was that it would be an exciting day. She had rather hoped she would be the one to unravel the mystery that was his disappearance and everyone would marvel at her outstanding performance.

At that time, she had not known Harry Potter. Now, not a half an hour later, she barely knew him any better, and it was clear to her that she would not be discovering the reason for his departure, nor would she be able to convince him to stay if he did not want to. She had not accomplished any of her goals.

Normally, this would have bothered her. But now, thirty minutes after she had met him, her goals had changed. Ella no longer cared to be the one who made him reveal the secret of his disappearance, as she felt that she had already made him reveal his most important secret.

That morning, Ella had not though the day would be any more interesting than a wedding usually was. Then she met Harry Potter, and things got more exciting, as tended to happen in his presence.

At that moment, she may have been the only person who didn't care why Harry Potter had left. All she knew was that her aunt loved him, he loved her aunt, and she was determined to see that they didn't bungle it up as much as they had before.

A/N (Please Read!): School has been getting a bit hectic, so I'm not quite sure where this fits on my list of priorities. However, if anyone at all expresses an interest in me keeping this up, I will be only too happy to do so. So, please review and let me know what you think!

If some people want this to continue, the updates will be fairly regular, about every two weeks, I think. But that's the pessimist in me talking. It would probably be more like weekly, though I'll say biweekly just to give me some room to breathe.

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