a/n : I do not REPEAT DO NOT own any of these characters, chap 2 is differnt story , but for this chapter, none and none at all! well, not YET that is.

'Clip it, Clip it!" yelled the thin and tall dark haired 17 year old, 'The wedding is starting in half an hour!' The even taller red head quickly clipped the bow and then started on his own.

'Can't believe Bill's really tying the knot,' laughed Ron, "Thought the scars would bring a set back, ya know what I mean Harry?" Harry laughed as thoughts of Lupin flooded his mind.

'Not as shallow as the girls believed,' he replied. The boys looked into the large mirror and accepted the frilly suites as they were; horrible. They scurried out of the small room and down the sunken steps of The Burrow to help Mrs. Weasley with the chairs.

Hermione and Ginny couldn't help but scoff at the frilly suites of the tall boys. 'Shut it,' snapped Ron as he eyed an opened mouth Ginny. Harry gave Ginny a long stare. Her normally loose red hair was tied high in what seemed an enchanted hair style. She had a light green dress that slightly hugged her and a smile that made the outfit complete. 'Could you please not goggle at my sister, Harry?' said Ron, who seemed to be doing the same towards Hermione. She wore white sparkling robes that covered a short lavender dress. Harry couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Ron; he was staring at Hermione like he had started at the Veela those many years ago. And was that drool in the corner of his mouth? He turned toward a frantic Mrs. Weasley who quickly put them to work. All except Ginny (who was under aged) whipped out there wands and shoved the many white chairs and tables in place.

All the guests took there seats in a dull normal fashion, but they all wore large smiles. Harry looked around for recognizable faces, and found many Ministry of Magic workers, along with Lupin and Mad eye Kingsley wore emerald green which went well with his dark skin; he sat next to a jumpy Tonks who wore bright pink and an unfamiliar nose. Harry cranked his neck, and saw that beside Kingsley sat a tall beautiful dark haired witch who was in deep conversation with Tonks. Harry turned his full torso around and saw a younger blond witch twiddling with her thumbs. She looked up and gave Harry a quick smile that for some reason sent chills down his back. Harry whipped around and closed his eyes, he had seen her before. He was about to turn around again, but before he could get another chance, Mrs. Weasley quickly whispered, 'It's staring!'

All watched with mouths ajar as the beautiful Fleur walked slowly down the isle, along with her straight backed father. Her white dress flowed behind her as she took her graceful steps toward the enchanted alter. Bill's grin grew even more as she slowly approached him. Hermione and Ginny traded words such as, "Gorgeous," and "absolutely beautiful." They had definitely warmed up to Fleur. Harry could help but notice and Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Ron glanced toward her, ears electric red.

The ceremony ended and all ladies were teary eyed. Everyone rose and the light sobs soon turned into instant chatter. The group walked toward the house to help themselves to the awaiting food. Ron rose from his chair and went along the crowd. Hermione, Ginny and Harry closely followed, 'Be right there,' said Harry as he looked around for any more familiar faces. Before he could get a good glimpse around, the young blond witch bumped into him and mumbled a sorry. Harry watched her closely as she ran toward a small child. The witch lifted the small girl off the chair and no more than three seconds later the chair gave a soft pop and disintegrated into nothing more than ash. Harry watched open mouthed and wondered how in the world that the blond which had known. The chair had no signs at all. Harry shook his head in confusion and walked toward the house.

The guests left whishing Bill and Fleur the ultimate best. Harry and the group headed up towards the bedrooms. They had to leave for Hogwarts in a few days and he definitely didn't feel like missing out on sleep anytime soon. Harry switched into his night ware and snuggled into the warm bed.

'Beautiful, wasn't she?' Ron said suddenly.

'Yeah, well Fleur was always a looker, wasn't she?'

'I, um, I was talking about Hermione,' answered Ron, and Harry saw that even in the darkness Ron's ear light up.

'Oh, um yeah, she looked nice today' said Harry. The room was once again silent and Harry swore that before Ron had lapped into snores, he heard him whisper a 'Gorgeous.'

It had been a long summer at the Weasley's. With an odd relationship between himself and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione were acting extremely odd toward each other. However, Harry's emotions were subsided since Mrs. Weasley had put them all to work for the wedding, which had been a success. Now that the hustle and bustle was over, it was time for Harry to go back and look at his real task for the future, the six horcruxes. Harry felt a cold air rush into him and he wished that the wedding had not ended: he needed something, anything, to keep his mind off of Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

Harry awoke to silent rays of light that beamed from Ron's window. He was amazed that he was the only one up, normally a stuck of luck. He pushed on his glasses rather forcefully and was rubbing his nose as he walked out of Ron's room. Not even Mrs. Weasley was up and Harry stumbled into the kitchen and glanced at the clock, all the Weasley's were in bed. Rather hungry, Harry reached into his side pocket to retrieve his wand to make a quick breakfast, but he soon remembered that he had left it upstairs as he came back empty handed. He had done a great deal of forgetting lately, he thought to himself. Those long nights he had woken up to a bursting scar, ready to write a letter, only to remember there was no more Dumbledore to complain to, neither a Sirius. He sighed as he made his way up the steps and then gasped to find a person waiting at the top.

'Whose there?' he asked feeling extremely nervous, he had no wand.

'Harry relax, it's me,' said the voice as it stepped into the dim light covering the stair case.

Hermione stepping to view and Harry let out a long sigh he hadn't even realized he had been holding.

'Why are you up so early?' he snapped at her, not really appreciating the thought of being scared first thing in the morning.

'Thinking,' she replied calmly, and before Harry could get another word out of her, she glided down the staircase and into the kitchen.

Harry climbed the remainder of the stairs and headed into Ron's room, which was no scattered with his clothes.

'What are you up to' Harry asked as he threw one of Ron's shirts off of his bed and sat down.

'Getting' dressed obviously,' he said as he threw yet another shirt on the floor.

'Well,' started Harry as he lifted two pieces of clothing that looked remarkable like dirty sock off his feet, 'in order to get dressed, you have to actually wear the clothes.'

Ron grunted as he finally pulled on a blue t-shirt over his head. This was exactly the odd behavior he was talking about. Ron suddenly cared what he whore, and especially who he was wearing it around. He took a wild guess and thought Ron had seen Hermione before getting dressed.

The last few days at the burrow were long ones until the thought of returning back to Hogwarts before they went to bed crossed their minds. All were bustled with an odd excitement; Happy, yet very obscure to the normal reactions. All went to bed early with fake grins, only to wake up with true feelings of nervousness. Mrs. And Mr. Weasley had traded places for the day. Mrs. Weasley stayed busy with checking bags and such as Mr. Weasley cooked a gluttonous meal. The four raced down to eat; none had realized how hungry they were.

'Sure you've packed everything, Ginny dear?' asked Mrs. Weasley

'Course mum, you've only asked 5 times'

'What about you, Ron?'

'Uh huh'

'Hermione, Harry?'

'Yes,' they replied, annoyed at the fact that Mrs. Weasley didn't think three seventeen year olds couldn't pack things themselves.

Breakfast went slow while the four grabbed their things from the bedrooms. The drive to the train station was full of strongly wanted silences that no one could explain, but everyone could understand. As last, Platform nine and three quarters came into view. The two Weasley's, accompanied by Harry and Hermione gave Mrs. Weasley a peck on the cheek.

'Be careful dears, don't make me regret this,' said a nervous Mrs. Weasley, playing with Ginny's hair.

All gave a nod but soon disappeared beyond the platform and into the Hogwarts train station. This was it, they were going back.

Hermione gave a grin, 'I can't believe we almost didn't come back,' said Hermione as she climbed onto the still train, 'Can you imagine a whole years worth of learning lost?'

Ron sighed as he checked for an unused compartment, 'Bloody hell Hermione, is that all you think about?'

Hermione ignored him and she speed ahead, 'They all seem to be full, let's just take this one, only Neville and Luna are inside.

The three of them raised their eyebrows at Hermione; she was never especially keen on sitting with Luna, but never less, they followed her into the dark and now tight compartment.

'Harry! Ron! Hermione! Ginny! It's great to have all you back! I was a bit nervous that you wouldn't show. Well not you Harry, I mean like you've said before, 'Anywhere is better than the Dursley's,' and..."

Harry heard no more, he was glad to see Neville back too, although not very smart, Neville had always shown bravery. Their greetings subsided and for the next hour they talked about Quidditch.

'I mean come on,' snorted Ron rather loudly as they talked about Krum, 'He's losing his touch, isn't he, did you seem him against London? Mites-well have given them the winnings! And when he OUCH! What was that for Hermione?'

Hermione pierced her eyes through him and he looked quickly down and didn't mention Krum much after that.

'Well,' started Luna, 'My father...

Hermione had had enough she quickly stood up, hands at her sides and said through clenched teeth, 'Ron, Harry, I'm feeling rather hungry, would you accompany to the food trolley?'

She didn't wait for a response, for she was already out the door with the boys at her heels.

'Can you believe the nerve! I-I-I can't even begin to wonder on how her father comes up with that rubbish!'

'You're laying it on a bit thick, don't you think Hermione, let her believe what she wants' reasoned Ron, who always quite enjoyed watching Hermione fume over Luna's suspicions.

'You have to admit, it's all garbage, isn't it Harry? Harry?'

Harry was no longer listening to the argument of his friends, but was staring into the window that covered a tall blond which who stared into the blue sky.

'Who is that?' he asked in a shrill voice that scared him

'Must be a first year,' answered Ron, who was not interested in meeting anymore strangers, 'They do happen to come in every year Harry.'

'Have you ever seen one that tall?' he responded and his body got colder "Why does that keep happening?" he asked himself.

Ron had moved over to the window where the girl lay a few feet away, 'Must be in the other houses.'

'Who is?' asked Hermione who just realized the boys where no longer at her side.

'Have you seen her before?' Ron questioned her.

'Seen who?' she yelled, she was not fond of being ignored.

'Must be new,' muttered Harry as he ruffled his hair with his fingers.

'WHO MUST BE NEW?' Hermione screeched as she attempted to jump on Ron's back to see who they were staring at. Her hands gabbed onto his shoulders and she gave herself a warm smile

'Enjoying yourself?' asked a surly voice and before she had a chance to turn around, she was fully forced into the glass, nearly breaking her cheek.

'Oomph,' she managed to cry out before falling on her knees

'Jeez Lavender, what was that for?' Ron asked while helping

Hermione accompanied by Harry, off the floor.

Lavender thundered off, but suddenly spun around her wand pointed at Hermione'

'Azmenda!' she snarled, wand pointing exactly at Hermione's bruised face.

The tree of them gasped, but they were even more surprised when the trolley door burst open, emerging from it a tall blond wizard.

Her wand produced a white light that seemed to reflect Lavender's sizzling red. The red beam exploded and hit Lavender square in the face, causing her to tumble backwards in a murderous scream.

'What's all this then? Can't leave two lovebirds alone without putting your soon to be extremely long nose in their business! You make me sick!' The blond which's fingers seem to be burning a hole in the wand. She turned on her heel, her eyes flaming, only to return to a silent green. 'Didn't mean to scare you,' she said as she helped all three teenagers off the floor, 'it's just that, I can't take those people, and you really shouldn't be roaming the train without a wand,' she said looking at Hermione.

Harry stood dumb founded, this was the girl, the girl at the wedding who grabbed the child off the chair. Before Harry could open his mouth, Hermione was already asking the question on his mind.

'Um, well I do happen to have a wand,' said Hermione as she reached inside her robe. The girl looked rather annoyed that she was being challenged. However, Hermione returned empty handed and very confused

'How could you have known?' she asked, without the least bit of nervousness.

'Well you see,' she said grinning, 'Us oracles have a way with noticing things others don't' and with that, she invited them inside the trolley.

a/n ok ok what do you think?