A/N: Here is the third chapter people. I'm getting a lot of writing done since it's the holidays. But don't expect very fast updates all the time; I can write pretty slowly.
Disclaimer: This is not one of J.K. Rowling's fantasy books. It may be my version of the seventh Harry Potter book but it is not, I repeat NOT an official Harry Potter book.
Chapter 3: The Final Golden Day
Harry woke up to a pillow being thrown into his face.
"Wake up sleepy head!" came Ron's voice, "You're going to miss the wedding if you stay there."
Harry groaned and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and looked out at the bright sunshine. The wedding was going to be held at noon so that all the guests had time to arrive and get settled. There were also last minute preparations to be made. Hermione was already up and dressed in her everyday clothes and with a jovial expression on her face.
Harry jumped out of bed and dressed before you could say Quidditch. Today he would see his first ever wedding. He wondered what it would be like. I'll find out soon enough, he thought.
Ron and Hermione left the room with Harry right behind them. They met Ginny on the second landing and were soon joined by Fred and George. The group came to the kitchen in which Mrs. Weasley was bustling to get everything done for the light breakfast they would have before the feast that would take place at the reception.
"Oh good," She said as she stirred the coffee, "You're up, Fred, George, would you please put the plates on the table out side? Harry, Ron, could you get the silverware? And could you girls," she pointed to Ginny and Hermione, "start the eggs while I'm doing this?" Everyone agreed and went about their assigned tasks. Just as everything was ready an owl swooped in through the window. It held the Daily Prophet in its beak. Hermione quickly paid the owl and received the paper. She scanned the front page and gave a sigh.
"No one's died," she said, "But a ministry wizard has been admitted to St. Mungo's."
"Any details?" Asked Harry. He wanted to get all the information he could on any Voldemort-related subject; which it was almost bound to be.
"Felgus Dorn, an unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry, was found with unconscious with differentially aged tissue by a room in the Department. The room in question is believed to be a room that contains time-turners or their materials judging by the workers' disorders yada, yada, yada… Not much there."
"Well," Said Ron, "At least it's not something fatal or anything like that. They'll probably be able to reverse it."
At this Hermione gave him an unsure look.
"Right?" said Ron.
Hermione shook her head, "I don't know. That kind of thing can be dangerous because there is not much that we know about time-turners. That's why they are in the Department of Mysteries. And since we smashed all the time-turners in there when we were there last they may have a problem reversing the effect."
Everyone in the room was quiet. Then Charlie and Mr. Weasley entered the room.
"Good morning all!" Said Mr. Weasley. "What's wrong?" He added when he noticed their glum faces. Hermione pointed wordlessly to the paper on the table. Mr. Weasley tensed and quickly picked the paper up to look at it. His features relaxed as he read the headline. He read the rest of the report with a serious face.
"Well at least no one's died," Said Charlie who was reading the paper of his father's shoulder.
Before any one could respond they heard laughter from the direction of the stairs.
"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley cried snapping to attention. She then hurriedly whipped up more eggs and bacon. The others realized that the people on the stairs were Bill and Fleur so they immediately got to work. Breakfast was done in no time and the heavy atmosphere that had been around while the news had been read disappeared and was replaced with joy and pre-wedding jitters.
Soon after the Weasley's and their guests ate the door bell was ringing non-stop. Wedding guests and well wishers were arriving every minute. Mrs. Weasley was everywhere trying to get everything situated.
"This is it," said Mrs. Weasley.
"The big one," said Fred
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at them. Harry chuckled; Fred and George had said this to him in his first year. Except that then they were quoting Oliver Wood's speech.
"Knock it off you two." Mrs. Weasley said, "This is your brother's wedding, not a joke shop."
Harry was seated near the front of the rows next to the platform where the pastor and Bill were standing. There was silence and then, 'Here Comes the Bride' started to play. The crowd stood and Harry followed their example. As Fleur came down the isle with her father many eyes stared as they took in her appearance. She was more beautiful than ever. The veela blood in her was really showing now in her white, satin dress. Her hair was draped over her shoulders and flowed as the soft breeze pushed it away from her face. The bridal veil was white had a ring of roses on top to keep it in place. She walked us to the platform gracefully and put her hand in Bill's. Bill, who was dressed in black dress robes, smiled as his wife-to-be looked at him affectionately. The scars that he had gotten last year from Greyback, a notorious werewolf, didn't matter to her. She still thought he was worth it no matter how he looked.
Harry looked around and saw Ginny and Gabrielle, Fleur's sister, in pale gold dresses. They were the bridesmaids while all of Bill's brothers were the Groomsmen. Harry then looked around the crowd. He that almost all the members of the Order of the Phoenix were there. Tonks was sporting a purple dress and curly mousy brown hair today. There were also many French people. Some of which were obviously from Beauxbatons, the wizarding school that Fleur had gone to. Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons had arrived with the students in their giant carriage pulled by their giant horses. She was sitting next to Hagrid, Hogwarts' game keeper and one of Harry's first friends. The two had a special attraction to each other. Considering they were both half-giants Harry didn't blame them. He looked elsewhere and his eyes rested on Hermione who was next to him. She looked wonderful in her white spaghetti-strap dress. Her hair was straight and put up in a bun. Just like when she did it at the Yule Ball. But she didn't look as nice as Ginny whose dark red hair was also brought up in a bun. Well, at least the top half was; the other half hung behind her shoulders. It created a nice effect. The pale gold dress went perfect with her hair. Fleur had done a wonderful job in picking out that color.
Bill and Fleur made their vows. And then… "I do." The words echoed throughout the crowd. Then Harry cheered with the rest of the throng as the newly wedded couple came down the isle once more as man and wife. Mrs. Weasley was crying and crying by then and waved to Bill with her handkerchief happily.
There was a feast with every kind of dish you could imagine. From chicken to mutton, and from mutton to venison. There were all kinds of fruits and vegetables and other dishes. Breads, sweets, and other delectable foods loaded down the tables. There were also many foreign dishes that Harry didn't recognize. They must be French dishes. He thought.
Harry loaded up his plate and went to sit with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. On his way to the spot where the friends had agreed to meet he saw Neville Longbottom. He was a good friend of Harry's it looked like he was with his grandmother.
"Neville!" He shouted in greeting. Neville turned around, when he saw Harry a delightful expression crossed his round face. "I'll be right there!" Was his reply. He pushed his way through the crowd to where Harry was standing and together they made their way to the other three.
"Look who I found," Said Harry.
"Hey Neville!" Ron said, "Come sit with us. There's plenty of room here." He patted the ground next to him.
"Thanks," Neville said as he sat down. He then proceeded to eat. Then they all started talking about the D.A., a defense group that the trio had put together in their fifth year because their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher wouldn't teach them properly. Their conversation progressed to everything else about Hogwarts but was interrupted by Charlie.
He was calling for attention. When everybody had turned to him he said, "I would like to propose a toast, to the bride and groom!" he waved his hand towards Bill and Fleur. The crowd repeated "the bride and groom." All the people present drained their glasses.
After everyone ate there was dancing, which Harry attempted with Ginny. She taught him along the way so he didn't look too much like a fool. Hermione it seemed was doing the same with Ron.
Eventually the excitement wore down and the guests started leaving. Bill and Fleur left as well to spend their honeymoon touring most of Europe.
The rest of the day was spent cleaning up after the wedding. By the end of it everyone was exhausted from a long day. They had eaten enough at the feast that they didn't want dinner. So they all went to bed.
A/N: Short wedding, I know. But I'm not good at romance and get-togethers yet.
-EveningSongEnchantment
