Ron, Harry, and Hermione packed up their belongings and left the dreary house the next day. The morning they left for the Burrow, they were witness to a disturbing event.

Upon hearing a commotion downstairs (the rooms they were occupying were on the second floor) they each shared the glance and reached the consensus to see what was up.

Remus had taught Harry how to make modifications to the house, adding such things as several new rooms. The spells were somewhat difficult, but Harry managed, to a few surprised glances. They needed more space for all the new people turning up, but no once else could do anything major to the house- only Harry. Hermione, of course, had demanded to be taught in turn.

They crept down the widened staircase, so see a bustle of activity. People were moving back and forth, assisting and carrying several witches and wizards who had been injured.

"Blimey," Ron said.

"Yeah," agreed Hermione.

As the reached the bottom of the stairs, they could partially see Moody, and began to hear his conversation. "We would have gone to the other location, but Henricks looked fairly bad off."

"I quite understand Moody," came McGonagal's voice, sounded stressed and tired. "I will call for the Sanador."

"Aye."

Another voice broke into the conversation, "The woman can barely speak any right English Minerva."

Her reply was sharp, "Never the less, she is willing to help us, and one of the few outside our country who cares to aid us! I suggest you take your intolerance and put it somewhere for the duration of this war Jolin."

The trio of speakers had moved farther away, and their voices were lost when another tentative voice spoke up behind the trio on the stairs. "What's happening?"

Harry turned around to find Hermione with her arms around Celest. Celest was a 8 year old, and the daughter of an Order member.

Hermione spoke up, and began ushering the girl up the stairs "I don't know Celest, but we probably won't find out. Come back upstairs with me, and we can talk about it."

Ron and Harry stayed were they were for a moment, and then went back upstairs to the room they were sharing. It was now practically empty, they having packed up all there belonging already.

"Another attack?" Ron wondered. There had been several dissapearances in the last month, and everyone was on guard. Although, in Harry's opinion, most of them didn't really know how to be on guard.

"Or something else... we won't know probably. They keep asking me for information, sure, but I'm not allowed to ask them."

"I still haven't told mum... you know. I thought maybe I should wait until later..." Ron looked disturbed at the idea of revealing to his mother that he was not coming back to Hogwarts, and Harry could understand why.

"After the wedding is probably best anyway, mate." His mind wandered back to the scene downstairs, and he started pacing with frustration. "We should have been helping! They need everyone they can get!"

Hermione heard the last of this, having slipped into the room. "Yeah, and the International Confederation of Wizards has not agreed to give us any aid."

"Old codgers." Ron said.

"Dumbledore could have convinced them." Harry said.

"Maybe, Harry, but many wizards and witches, just like anyone, don't want to get involved."

"That point of view isn't going to help them when You-Know Who takes over!" Ron said.

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"Oh Ronald! Thank goodness you are here!" Mrs. Weasley was upon them as soon as they arrived, obviously a bit strained. "They need all the best men down for another fitting."

"But we were there yesterday," Ron protested in a futile manor as Mrs. Weasley hustled him back over to the fire place.

"Now don't argue dear," she said, tossing floo powder, shouting the French name of the tailor's shop and all but shoving Ron through.

Mrs. Weasley turned around and began rushing forward, stopping short when she saw them, as if she had forgotten they were there. "Harry, Hermione, why don't you help the twins finish up those Tinker Bells- and keep an eye on them! Right in the living room dears there you go."

Harry pulled open the door to find Fred and George standing next to a pile of silver bells, lackadaisically charming each one. Around the room were piles of boxes, and enchanted bells singing and floating around the room. The red headed twins looked up as Hermione pulled the door shut abruptly, preventing a Tinker Bell from escape.

Their faces lit up.

"Harry!"

"Hermione!"

"Our bestest of friends"

"Would you be so kind as to assist us?"

"We fear we may have mischarmed a few."

"Hopefully they won't cause too much damage."

Hermione gave them a look, "You better not have! Bill and your mother will make you sorry, you two. This is a wedding, and not time for pranks!"

"Of course not."

"Our sincerest efforts go towards making it a memorable evening for everyone."

Hermione sighed.

Harry grinned. "Bet thing have been crazy around here."

Fred and George looked at each other. "Mate, you have no idea."

"You would think we were having the wedding in our back yard, for all the strain around here."

Hermione asked, "what is all this?" she gestured at the various boxes and objects.

They started pointing.

"Vases."

"Flowers."

"Spanish glitter lights."

"Imported Chair covers."

"Gelaine's Finest, chocolate cordials, which will make your heart flutter."

"Cherubs."

"Ribbon."

"Self duplicating bubbles."

"I think we get the idea." Hermione said. "Why don't you tell us the charm to get the Tinker Bells…" Harry and Hermione worked on this with the twins for a while- apparently they needed to charm over 600 of them. Harry didn't know much about the wedding, except what had been on the perfumed invite he had received. It had been hand delivered by a house elf, apparently for tighter security.

The wedding was in just a couple days, at the Delacour's family castle. He had a hard time imagining how one family could live in an entire castle, but it sounded like a great place for a wedding.

"Harry, mate, is your mind wandering?" Fred asked.

George added, "Are you thinking thoughts of critical importance?"

"If so, put that out of mind. Are you ready for Bill's bachelor party?"

Harry hadn't thought much about it. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow. Hope you have a head for Fire whiskey, my man," George said, earning a disapproving look from Hermione.

The door opened and Ron came in, "Harry, Hermione, dad back for lunch, and wants to see you, in the kitchen."

They followed Ron into the kitchen where Mr. Weasley gestured for them to have a seat. "Harry, I wanted to let you know you are welcome to stay here as long as you need, and you Hermione. We are all heading over to the castle the day before the wedding, so you might want to join us. Hermione, I also wanted to let you know that your parent's are welcome."

Hermione looked surprised, "My parent's?"

"There will be a few muggles there, as it is a large wedding."

Hermione beamed, "I'll ask them, and let you know! They are always curious. If you don't mind, can I use your fire?" She barely waited for a nod, before heading towards the fireplace.

Harry leaned over to Ron, "Since when is their house connected to floo?"

"This summer. It's- safer. They have a way out, if, you know."

"Harry," Mr. Weasley began, "I know you are being a bit standoffish, but can you tell me what your plans are?"

Ron looked nervous.

Harry straightened and looked at Mr. Weasley squarely. "Mr. Weasley, right now, my plans are to go to the wedding, and see Bill and Fluer get married. Anything after that can wait."

"Harry-"

"I'm not going to share with the Order if what it isn't willing to share with me. We are older now, and will do what we need to do."

Mr. Weasley looked sharply at Ron when Harry said 'We'. Ron looked resolute.

"Alright then. We'll be happy to have you at the wedding."

Harry and Ron left Mr. Weasley to eat his lunch, and since Hermione was still talking to her parents, they wandered outside before they could get caught up in another task.

Ron noted Harry staring at something specific up in the sky. "What is it?"

"Ron, the birds are flying south." Ron followed his gaze back to the oddly large group of birds, flying in the distance.

"So?"

"I thought they only did that in fall?"

They looked at the fleeing birds, feeling as if they were witnessing a bad omen.

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A/N And there ye have it, another chapter.