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Chapter 12: The Wedding
Part 1: A Test and A TemperMorgan surveyed Harry's office curiously. The oval room was sparsely furnished with a desk and a chair and would have looked like a monk's cell but for the shelves lining the walls. It would make anyone giddy to look at all the funny instruments and weapons and books and various other things that no one (but Harry) knew the names of.
"So?"
Morgan looked at Harry and allowed a small grin to grace her face. "Yeah…bit overwhelming…"
Harry glanced slyly at her. "What will you say when you see the training arena, I wonder?"
"Stop showing off. There isn't any need to impress me any further," replied Morgan archly.
Harry grinned again. "This way m'lady," he said, bowing in an exaggerated manner.
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"Right. So here's what you have to do. You have to duel with three of our people and we'll judge your abilities based on that."
"So, I have to beat all three of them to be eligible for training. Is that what you're saying?" asked Morgan coolly.
"Exactly."
"What if I lose one of the duels or something?"
"Rules are rules. You lose any one and you don't pass the entrance test. Simple as that."
"Right."
"Good luck, Morgan."
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Ella Green flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and clasped her wand in a manner born of a champion dueler. She stared at Morgan whom she'd seen before when Sheena Connelly had died. So, this auburn haired witch is Harry's girlfriend. Interesting. I never thought I'd be dueling with a baker…
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"You're up with Ella Green, first," said Armand West, one of Harry's highly trusted colleagues, briskly. "If you beat her, you make it to the next round. We'll be watching you, of course, analyzing your aura and your skills. Is that clear?"
Morgan looked at Armand's serious face and nodded. She quickly glanced about for Harry, but he wasn't there. So, he left it to his deputy to decide whether or not I'm fit. How diplomatic, she thought bitterly.
She turned her attention to the training arena. It was like an indoor stadium without the spectator seats. It was enclosed in a huge glass dome and was illuminated from some unknown source of white light within.
The duel would take place inside while the Watchers (West and another bespectacled sandy haired young man called Bryan) would be outside with a special crystal screen for in-depth analysis of the whole test.
Morgan swallowed, smiled nervously at West, who smiled back reassuringly, and walked into the arena.
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West's voice came booming out of nowhere. "All right. Round One. Finley versus Green. Remember this is a free duel. No rules. First one to be down for ten seconds loses. Begin on the count of three."
Morgan gripped her wand tighter and looked evenly at her opponent. She looks very confident, she thought. Perhaps I could use that fact to bring her down…
"One"
Ella smirked at her opponent. Morgan gazed back at her expressionlessly.
"Two"
Ella raised her wand. Morgan didn't move.
"Three"
"Expelliarmus," yelled Ella.
But Morgan had her shield charm ready and the disarming spell was averted.
Suddenly, the stark whiteness of the arena changed. It took on the form of a jungle terrain. The sudden shift surprised Morgan, disrupting her concentration. Ella took the opportunity to send a slicing charm her way, which nicked her shoulder with a sharp sting. Morgan ducked behind a large tree, to think for a moment and to grimace in pain.
Great. Not even the first five minutes of the duel up and I'm already injured. Wait a minute. I have to stick to my tactic of getting her overconfident. So this is a good thing."Hey, Finley. Chickened out already? Come on, I bet that was only a tiny scratch. Not afraid of pain, are you? Duelling isn't a piece of cake, is it?" Ella was sorry that her opponent was so easy to beat and chuckled at her own wit.
"You're right, Green. Duelling isn't a piece of cake. But I'm only a baker. Go easy on me," called out Morgan, thinking very fast at the same time.
Ella's lip curled scornfully. "Begging now, are we? Come on out an we'll get this over with."
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Outside, West looked incredulously at the screen. Bryan grinned at his superior.
"Ella's falling for Finley's trap, isn't she?" he asked cheekily
West shook his head wordlessly. "I don't believe it. And Ella's one of the best."
"Finley is just plain clever," said Bryan wisely. And how, he thought to himself, smiling.
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"Stupefy." Ella expected the girl in front of her to keel over, motionless, but watched in horror as the figure dissolved into nothingness. She's using illusions, she thought panicking.
Ella should have known better than to panic. (But she hadn't expected illusions from a mere baker, so one couldn't really blame her). Things really began to go downhill for her from there.
A couple of illusions, a stunning spell and ten seconds later, Morgan had won round one of her test.
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"That was really good Finley," said Ella ruefully.
"Thanks. You panicked. That helped. A lot."
"Guess I deserved that. Good luck anyway." Ella turned and walked away briskly though her slightly drooping head told the real story.
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"Her aura isn't very clear yet because she isn't using her full power," explained Bryan to West. "I know that's not a good explanation, but that's the only thing I could think of, " he admitted, when West looked questioningly at him.
"What's going on here," asked a new voice. West whipped around and smiled his welcome.
"You just missed Ella's spectacular defeat, Ron," he said to his red haired colleague.
"Who?"
"Morgan Finley. Know her?" West asked slyly.
"Morgan…" said Ron thoughtfully. "Oh, so that's why Harry was looking a little tense yesterday. He didn't tell me she wanted to join," he added, feeling a little annoyed. Then he brightened. "She beat Ella? Good. That witch was getting too big for her boots. Time she came back to earth."
"Finley still has two rounds to go."
"Who's she up against next?"
"The lots decided it would be Neville Longbottom," replied West. "Then we use the lots again to decide her third opponent if she gets past Neville."
Ron's brow furrowed in worry. "Neville's tough."
"Yeah…so what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be doing some last minute shopping with your future mother-in-law?"
Ron reddened. "Yeah…now you know why I'm here. Told her I had to discuss some important security stuff with Harry. Where is he, by the way?"
"He's just attending to some paperwork. He's in his office."
Ron frowned again. "I'll be right back, Armand."
"Right." West turned back to the screen that analysed the matches, showed the duellers' auras and various other magical terms that were all Elven runes to a laywizard or witch. Obviously, West and Bryan were not laypeople and they were beginning to get highly intrigued about what the screen was displaying to them.
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"You're behind this, aren't you? You manipulated the lots, didn't you?" demanded Ron chidingly.
Harry took off his glasses, wiped them slowly and deliberately before restoring them to their original position. He ignored the strange sound that came from the person behind him-Ron was grinding his teeth.
"I only manipulated the first two. Against Ella and Neville-she won't make it. Armand's picking the last lot, if Morgan gets through round two," said Harry calmly.
"You bloody git! She'll blow her blood vessels if she finds out!" blurted Ron, looking thoroughly miffed. "Why, in Merlin's name, don't you want her to join? She just needs a little training to hone her skills…"
Harry sighed. "It's complicated," he began, then hastily continued when Ron treated him to an icy look. "I swear I won't manipulate the last lot, all right? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet Paul and Wendy and see whether they've mastered the spells they had difficulty with yesterday." He was out of his office so quickly that Ron didn't have time to ask any questions.
"You're not going to get away so easily, Harry," said Ron talking aloud to himself. His face now bore an evil grin that would make Fred and George proud. "I'm going to manipulate the lots."
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Morgan looked nervously at Neville who stood opposite her waiting coolly for the match to begin.
This is the guy who's parents were tortured to insanity by my mother she thought sadly. And he knows who I really am. I can see it in his eyes.
Neville Longbottom gazed calmly at the beautiful young woman in front of him, determined not to be taken in by the false look of fear and vulnerability she had on her face. I have to be careful. She's not as weak as people take her to be. He took a deep breath as West began his count of three. I must remember that she is not like her mother.
"…three!" cried West.
"Petrificus totalus!"
Morgan had barely time to duck behind a large tree and was left breathless by the force behind such a simple jinx. She came out from her refuge and sent a clever blinding spell at him, which he averted without difficulty.
Morgan now knew she didn't stand a chance against a highly trained wizard like Neville, but was determined not to lose. Without losing much time she did the first thing that came to her mind.
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West shook his head wonderingly for the second time that day. "I can't believe you fell for that," he said, addressing Neville.
Neville shrugged and waved to Hermione who had just come in and was making her way towards them. She caught sight of Morgan, who was standing just outside the arena and smiled at her. Morgan's mouth curved in a way that could mean anything from 'I'm okay' to 'Please help me. A shark has its teeth around my ankle.'
Hermione smiled again, mouthed a 'Good luck' and wended her way towards Neville and the others.
"Why do I get the feeling that meeting a sabre-toothed tiger would be far pleasanter than a tête-à-tête with you at the present moment?" asked Neville.
"When did you start spouting sarcasm, Neville?" asked Hermione shaking her head as if she were reprimanding a naughty five year old. Her expression turned to the 'I'm-cheesed-off-stop-bugging-me' look. "Where's Ron?" she asked in a dangerous tone.
Neville, West and Bryan grinned. This was going to be fun.
"Over there," said Neville helpfully. Sure enough, a tall flame headed figure was approaching them and its manner, one couldn't help but notice, was decidedly lacking in enthusiasm.
"Ronald Bloody Weasley."
The audience's grins became wider. Hermione angry was a sight to see, but Hermione angry and swearing was manna itself.
"H-hermione," stuttered poor Ron, "What are you doing here?"
"That was what I was going to ask you."
Ron decided it was time to change the subject. "Did you know Morgan was going to train? She beat Ella and Neville."
Hermione frowned at his escaping tactics but was interested in spite of her annoyance. "She told me about her decision to train. How did she beat Neville?"
"She just pointed behind him and yelled 'Snake!' and in the split second Neville turned around, she disarmed him and then stunned him," piped up Bryan.
"I can't believe you fell for that," said Hermione glancing at Neville, who shrugged and muttered 'Not my day' embarrassedly.
"Who's she up against next?" asked Ron and Hermione together. Hermione looked suspiciously at her fiancé, wondering why he had an unconvincing expression of innocence on his face.
West shook his head. "Chief hasn't told us yet. Oh, here he comes."
Harry was striding towards them, his hair looking messier than usual. His face also looked uncharacteristically grim.
"Hello there, Chief, who's she up against next?" Armand hailed Harry cheerfully.
"Stop calling me 'Chief'," responded Harry automatically. (All their conversations began in this manner.) "Hi Hermione. How was lunch? Ron, you shouldn't have meddled with the lots. Your attempt didn't work."
Hermione glared at Ron, who looked flabbergasted that Harry knew that he had tampered with the lots so that Morgan would get an easy opponent.
"So, whom does she have to duel now?" asked Ron, but he already knew the answer.
"Me," replied Harry solemnly. "This is going to be awkward."
"Rules are rules, Harry," said Armand. "Sounds silly, but Kay will be furious if you don't do this."
Harry knew what Kay McBride was like. Tough, disciplined and impartial to all including her best men Potter, Weasley and West. She was also the head of their defence and intelligence organization (unimaginatively dubbed 'the Syndicate'), which meant everyone, including Harry, her second-in-command, was ultimately answerable to her. There was no way he could shirk dueling with Morgan.
"I'll just go and break the news to Morgan," said Harry quietly.
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News always spread faster than wildfire in the Syndicate. And Commander McBride was very interested when she heard the latest news. For the first time, Harry Potter would duel a prospective entrant and the fact that the entrant was his girlfriend made the whole thing all the more interesting.
Kay McBride smiled to herself. Harry might have got the lots to listen to him the first two times but they had a mind of their own and were getting their own back. He asked them to give Ms. Finley the toughest opponent yet and they chose him. And poor Ron tried to get them to choose an easy opponent and they complied. If he so wished, Harry could go easy on her, being her boyfriend and everything.
Not a trick escaped Commander McBride. She knew it was just like Harry and Ron to bend rules and she let them face the consequences of their actions.
But for now, she was going down to the arena so as to not miss out on all the fun.
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"Who's my last opponent?" asked Morgan, relieved that Harry had at last come to see her and congratulated her on her two wins.
Harry looked distinctly uncomfortable. "I am," he acknowledged resignedly.
Morgan's mouth dropped open in horror. "No!" she exclaimed, "This isn't fair!"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "Why not?"
Morgan opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by Armand West's magically magnified voice telling them to take their positions in the arena.
Morgan's expression clearly stated that she wasn't ready for the final confrontation and the fact that the number of spectators had just increased to include the entire Syndicate didn't help matters. If she wasn't mistaken, the woman in the electric blue robes was Commander McBride herself.
Harry's heart was hardened as opposed to Morgan's, which had just sunk. He muttered a 'good luck' and walked away.
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The arena was no longer the convenient jungle terrain where hiding places were aplenty. It was a desert- a parched wasteland with miles of nothing but sand and radiating searing heat.
Morgan's first feeling was one of acute dismay. For one, there was no place to duck or hide and for another, it was unbearably hot in her battle robes. She looked across at Harry who was dressed in a pair of loose white trousers and was shirtless. Another time she might have drooled over his athletic body, but not now. She couldn't transfigure her robes- she was risking losing some minor spell-repelling properties. But she had to do something or she would die of sunstroke before losing spectacularly to her boyfriend.
Harry knew he could beat Morgan by pressurizing her into becoming reckless. His plan was to intimidate her so that she would have no option but to make mistakes. A simple and effective plan. He even made his expression unreadable so it would drive her crazy anticipating what he'd do next. And there was no need for him to say anything. Only preserve an infuriating silence.
Morgan stared at the green-eyed Adonis in front of her, feeling for the first time that she was glad she wasn't his enemy when it suddenly it hit her. Harry was trying to intimidate her and she didn't like it one bit.
What was originally a brilliant strategy on Harry's part now revealed an imminent flaw. Morgan didn't act as expected. Instead of succumbing to the pressure, her reaction was one of cold fury. That wasn't a good sign at all.
"One," came West's count. Both Morgan and Harry seemed frozen, the air electric with suspended action,so much so that Hermione gripped Ron's hand next to her, her anger forgotten.
Everyone was focused on the pair inside the arena. No one spoke and even Kay's face seemed unusually tense.
"Two" What happened next happened so fast that it left everyone breathless. Morgan had raised her wand and created a sudden sand storm that seemed to be driven by her own anger. It blinded Harry, who was trying to stop the unstoppable. He had no other go but to concentrate hard to change the terrain. In a split second the change occurred. The sandstorm had died down; the sands had made way for the more pleasant ambience of undulating grassland.
Morgan grinned. "This is much better, don't you think?" she asked conversationally. Technically, she hadn't violated any rules because she hadn't attacked Harry directly before the count of three.
West had paused mid-count, his brain still trying to assimilate what had just happened. Kay frowned at him and he recovered.
"Three!" he finished, signaling the start of a deadly duel.
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Bryan blinked at the crystal screen puzzledly. Something very funny was happening. "COMMANDER!" he yelled urgently.
Kay McBride sauntered over. "Are you dying, Bryan?" she asked kindly. "If you aren't there's no need to screech like a banshee and give other people heart attacks."
Bryan grinned distractedly, which put McBride on high alert. "What is it?" she asked briskly.
"This," replied Bryan, pointing to the screen. Armand, Ron, Hermione and Neville came over, curious to know what caused Bryan's ouburst. Hermione gasped when she saw what was being displayed.
"Are you sure this is right?" asked the bushy-haired witch anxiously.
Bryan gave her a look that confirmed the fact.
"What the hell is that?" asked Ron roughly while the others watched silently.
The crystal screen displayed the magical auras of witches and wizards and how their movement, colour and behaviour indicated the power of that magical person. Harry's aura was a shimmering white which danced around him as he dueled. It showed he derived his strength from raw magical energy- the mark of a very powerful wizard.
Morgan's aura, which was very hazy earlier, was now beginning to shimmer as well but it was black. It was like looking at light and darkness at the same time-it was as rare as it was beautiful.
But what was most intriguing was the fact that the two auras seemed to be reaching towards the other each time either of the duelers cast a spell.
"Their auras are Mingling," said Hermione in an awed voice.
"I can see that," said Ron impatiently. "Why is it happening?"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "Mingling, Ron, as in a phenomenon, not a plain verb. Auras rarely Mingle, but when they do, the two participants will never be able to fight each other ever."
"Like brother wands?" asked Neville quietly.
"No. Auras always Mingle between a wizard and a witch. It indicates that magically and emotionally they are so compatible that their auras trust each other completely so as to become one. Each of the participants has double the magical powers and the two become equal in every sense of the word. It's a little more complicated than that, but that's the gist."
There was a stunned silence. Kay cleared her throat. "So, Harry becomes more powerful now?"
"Yes, I suppose so," replied Hermione. "Morgan too," she added.
"I see."
The screen was now showing what was otherwise invisible to the naked eye. A particle from each aura met, alternately glowing white and becoming dark and suddenly there was a cloud of sparks around Harry and Morgan completely enveloping them. When it cleared, the spectators let out an involuntary sigh at the sight of . Shimmering gold which looked like smoke and water at the same time surrounded the two of them and at that moment both cast a spell at the other simultaneously.
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Harry didn't know what was happening- the air seemed charged, and he was feeling rather strange. He could feel Morgan's aura-it felt familiar, comfortable.
Morgan didn't know how she was doing it, but she was able to predict every one of Harry's spells and even cast a few of her own. But they weren't progressing at all. They might have been just standing there doing nothing at all and yet the atmosphere seemed to have a different feel. And Harry's aura-she knew it was raw magic and she felt nothing, only understanding.
Both felt the sparks when they happened, but neither knew what was happening. And after that they felt different. Without realizing they cast the same spell at the same time and were simply knocked out.
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"You're an exception, Morgan. That's why you're part of the Syndicate now," said Kay simply.
They had woken in the hospital wing a few hours later and had been updated on what had occurred. Kay had decided that because Morgan was now Harry's equal, the whole Test made no sense anymore and had straight away included her in the organization.
Morgan smiled and everyone congratulated her, filing out one by one until she and Harry were left alone. Morgan remained silent when Harry looked at her from his cross-legged position on his bed.
"Hey," he said softly.
Morgan looked up. "You miserable, monstrous, beastly…creature," she said slowly and venomously.
Harry blinked. Unless he was mistaken, Morgan wasn't happy with him. "What?" he asked bewildered.
Morgan flared up. "You tried to intimidate me. Kay implied that you manipulated the lots. In spite of that, I passed. You never even came to check on me or support me in any way. In short, you're a complete moron. I hate you!"
Harry's eyes flashed green fire. "Excuse me? I didn't manipulate the lots the third time…"
"So you did manipulate them! You're a chauvinistic prat, after all. Wonderful!" The sarcasm was biting.
"Morgan," began Harry, but was cut off.
"And to top it all, our auras decided to Mingle. So we have to fight every fight together. I don't know whether to laugh or cry…" she broke off with a half-laugh, half-sob.
"I didn't have anything to do with the auras Mingling," said Harry quietly.
"Yeah…but you messed with my test," retorted Morgan.
"Well, you did all right, didn't you? You managed to charm your way into the third round," said Harry before he could stop himself.
"Are you suggesting that I cheated?" asked Morgan dangerously.
"No, you were just lucky, I guess," said Harry tiredly.
"So you're saying my magical ability was stunted before this Mingling business?"
"NO!"
"STOP YELLING!"
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!"
"PRAT!"
Harry closed his eyes frustratedly. This was going nowhere and he hated arguments. He uncrossed his legs, got to his feet and walked out of the room, slamming the door.
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One day later…Morgan sat in Hermione's rocking chair, staring unseeingly into the fire. Why had she lost her temper like that? She'd made a complete mess of things.
The doorbell rang and her heart jumped. She pulled open the door to see an obviously remorseful Harry standing unsurely in front of her.
"Morgan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…done what I did," he said lamely. He mentally kicked himself, but he'd forgotten his beautifully worded apology the minute he saw the person to whom it was originally addressed.
Green eyes met grey and time stood still for a moment. The next minute, Morgan launched herself into Harry's arms, hugging him tightly and apologizing over and over again for losing her temper. And quite naturally, the hug progressed into a passionate kiss which made all words redundant.
The loud clearing of a throat made them spring apart. Ron and Hermione grinned at them. "Are you two ever going to come inside? We apparated in long ago!"
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"So, since Ron and Hermione are going to have a house of their own soon," said Harry slowly, not sure what Morgan's reaction was going to be, "Would you like to move into my flat?"
Morgan sat still. "You mean, to live with you?"
"No, to be my slave and do my bidding," said Harry sardonically. "All right, sorry, that wasn't nice of me."
To his surprise, Morgan smiled. "Not at all. Shows you've a sense of the ridiculous. And I'll move in after the wedding." She grinned again and put her arms around his neck. "Now can we get down to business?"
Harry shook his head. He was never going to figure her out or if he did, he'd have a whole head of snow-white hair by then.
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Part 2: The Ceremony
Hermione was feeling very grateful to Morgan. For one, Ginny Weasley was maid of honour and Harry the best man, but Morgan told Hermione that she didn't want to butt in and be a bridesmaid and for that Hermione was grateful. Secondly, she was sure her hair was going to spoil her big day but Morgan had done something to it and it looked even better than it had done during their fourth year Yule Ball.
"This is better than any hair potion, trust me," said Morgan as she deftly did Hermione's hair. "Stay's longer too."
"Thanks Morgan."
"You look absolutely gorgeous," said a husky male voice from the doorway.
"Harry, I'm getting jealous," teased Morgan then smiled proudly. "She does look stunning doesn't she?"
Hermione smiled. The traditional wizarding wedding robes were made of clingy soft white material. There was delicate gold etching around the neck and sleeves and a decorative belt went around her slim waist. Her hair had been put up, a few errant curls framing her face. The outfit lent her softness and a glowing beauty that only brides can achieve.
"How's Ron?" she asked tentatively.
"Green in the face," said Harry cheekily, then relented and said, "Quite calm, really."
"Oh, darling, are you ready?" asked Anne Granger as she and Hermione's father Dan walked in.
"Ron won't know what hit him," claimed Ginny as she walked in wearing green robes that matched Harry's.
Hermione stood up, looking regal and Morgan went up to Harry.
"I'll be sitting next to Remus," she whispered, squeezing his hand.
Harry smiled down at her and gave her a quick kiss before he went to Ron (He would have lengthened it but for Ginny saying, "You may now kiss the bride" in the background).
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Ron was thinking clearly up to the moment Hermione entered the wedding hall. After that, he was in a daze and could only barely register what was happening. She looked so beautiful and so queenly and so…did he deserve her? Then she smiled and he forgot to doubt, forgot himself.
They were at the altar now, while Dumbledore revealed the fire to them before which they would take their vows. The flames danced merrily and they recited their vows, promising they would remain together through thick and thin, reaffirming their love for each other.
Harry brought forth the rings, which were levitated and sanctified by the ceremonial fire. They exchanged rings.
Dumbledore was saying, "Do you, Ronald Arthur Weasley, take Hermione Jane Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do." His blue eyes shone with love and happiness.
"And do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take Ronald Arthur Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." Her cinnamon eyes were very warm, brimming with feeling.
"By the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you man and wife." Dumbledore raised a goblet of wine and drank from it before saying, "Oh, yes, of course. You may now kiss the bride."
Cheers and applause filled the air as the new Mr. and Mrs. Weasley made their way down the aisle. Harry was feeling positively buoyant and Ginny who was on his arm, was grinning from ear to ear. He glanced at Morgan who was sitting in one of the front rows next to Lupin. Her eyes looked like she'd been crying but her face was wreathed in smiles as she talked to Remus. She caught his eye and gave him a small wave.
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It was as if the whole wizarding world had turned up for the party. Harry had already made his rounds to double check the security and was now relaxing in the company of Neville and Ella, while couples everywhere (including the newlyweds of course) were dancing to a slow tune.
Harry had spotted Morgan long ago, dancing with almost every other wizard. Naturally, the general public knew nothing about his girlfriend (or the fact that he had one) so he said nothing, but couldn't help wishing he were one of those wizards.
Well, at least there was the cake…
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"Wasn't it beautiful? I'm dead tired," said Morgan happily.
"You would be. You danced with every single wizard present," said Harry wryly.
"Jealous, are we?" said Morgan slyly.
"I did get one dance…"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Potter. I loved it anyway."
"What did you love?"
"Everything. The ceremony, the party, the cake (yes, the cake) and the dancing."
They were in Harry's flat, now, since Ron and Hermione were spending their wedding night in their new home. It felt strangely empty without Ron.
"Hey, you've got me now," said Morgan, slipping her hand through his and resting her auburn head on his shoulder.
She understood.
"Morgan? Shall we…" Harry trailed off when he saw she was fast asleep on his shoulder. He carefully eased it out from under her head, lifted her without waking her and carried her to her room. He tucked her in after taking off her slippers and transfiguring her robes into pyjamas (he had no idea how to make it a nightdress). He kissed her forehead softly and went to his room to acquire some much needed sleep.
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A.N: Oh God! I'm sooooooo sorry about this chapter. I had writer's block in between and it was awful. Some parts were very mushy and clichéd. Please bear with me. I'll update faster, I promise.