Last Happiness!

Chapter One: Wedding Bells

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry took his seat in the front row of the magical hall built especially for wedding services and receptions and parties – the whole thing.

"Well, mate, I've never been to a wedding before," Ron said, sitting next to Harry, "You?"

Harry shook his head. The Dursleys had once been to a friend's wedding, but he had been left with Mrs Figg on that occasion.

Hermione sat next to Ron and smiled over at Harry, who grinned back. Ginny, who was on Harry's other side, also smiled, although Harry could see she looked annoyed.

"What's up with you?" he asked her.

"You're bringing Ron and Hermione with you, aren't you?" she demanded angrily, determinedly not looking at him.

"Oh – this is about – isn't it?"

"Ron told me everything."

"Thought he might have done."

Harry felt Ron fidget next to him.

"Look Ginny – that's just different. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen to me at all."

Ginny just looked at him as if to say 'I'm not completely stupid, you know'.

"You've got to see, though," he continued, "You know why. It's really complicated with us, but – we can't keep this up. At least not for now."

Ginny didn't reply straight away. For a moment she looked livid, but then she grinned.

"It's OK. I know. But – before you go – I mean, I know you'll come back – I – well, can – can I have one more kiss before you go?" she asked hopefully.

Harry grinned too.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

He leant forward, but as their lips brushed, an organ began to play a wedding march.

Bill came down the aisle, alone. Harry felt sorry for him – it looked like nobody had wanted to walk with him since his incident with Greyback.

But then there was a sudden gasp. Harry turned round and saw Fleur, in flowing, cream silk robes. She, too, was alone, but she looked more stunning than ever, the goblin-wrought tiara in her hair that was adorned with lilies. She swept down the aisle, an impassive look on her radiant face (though Harry was certain she smiled ever so slightly in his direction).

It seemed to take forever, but she finally reached the altar where Bill was standing.

A tall, large man was marrying the couple. Harry watched in awe as they made their vows, slipped rings on each others' fingers and, as they kissed, glanced around at his row. To his far left was Percy, who had agreed to come for half an hour, then an empty seat, then Fred and George, who were miming vomiting. Next to him Ginny was smiling, half in amusement at her brothers, half in happiness at her eldest brother. On his right, Ron was also smiling in a very un-Ronish way, with Hermione's head leaning against his shoulder. Hermione, just as Harry had predicted, had tears pouring down her cheeks, but, to his utter surprise, so did Charlie, who was sobbing loudly like a grieving woman. Mr and Mrs Weasley were utterly beaming, their arms around each other.

When Fleur and Bill finally broke apart, Harry found he had tears in his eyes. He blinked furiously, willing himself not to cry, because that would make him a girl ('in Ron's eyes anyway', he thought).

Then the audience were all standing up – Fleur and Bill were nowhere to be seen.