"Bloody...Wizards?"
-Elizabeth Turner
A story of when Pirates meet Wizards
A/N: Sorry that it's taken me so long to put up more chapters…but I have a lot here. So, those of you who've been waiting…I hope it's been worth it!
Chapter Four: Wedding Day (Harry)
Harry rolled over onto his side, but couldn't have feigned sleep if he tried. His body was exhausted, yet his mind was going full-speed. His body was begging him for rest, but his restless mind was keeping it awake.
He heard Ron sit up beside him and he, too, sat up, acting as if he'd had a bit of a lie-down.
"You ready for an exhausting day?" Ron asked through a large yawn.
Harry cocked an eye-brow, "What dyou mean?"
"Well," he said, stretching his back, "Whenever someone's coming over to the house mum usually freaks out and disinfects the whole house, top to bottom and makes us scrub everything to make it presentable and since there's going to be more than just one person here…you can imagine," he finished, standing.
Harry stared blankly at the wall before him, trying to imagine getting through the day somehow without collapsing somewhere along the way.
He jumped as the door burst open and Hermione stepped into the room, her cheeks rosy and out of breath.
"You two…are…aren't up yet?" she asked, clearly trying to catch her breath.
They shook their heads as Ron tried to hide behind his Chudley Cannons curtain.
"Oh don't be so ridiculous, Ronald!" Hermione scolded, "If you ask me, there's nothing there to see anyway," she said. Harry wondered if she truly knew what she was saying, "Anyway, Mrs. Weasley said she wants you two in the kitchen and done with your breakfast in five minutes time. She said we need to help prepare for the guests."
"Hasn't she already gotten the yard and the house ready? Surely she didn't wait until the day of the wedding to cl…" Harry began, but was interrupted.
"Of course not, Harry! She just needs a bit of help finishing up," she said, then turned on her heel, leaving the door wide-open.
"Honestly, she needs to learn how to knock," Ron muttered, throwing the curtain off of himself and closing the door.
Harry only smirked and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Ten minutes later Harry, Ron and the twins were, once again, de-gnoming the garden, making sure that they threw the gnomes away from the wedding area on the other side of the property. When Mrs. Weasley found Fred and George planting two of them in the exact spot Fleur was supposed to stand, she promptly bewitched a broom and a dust-pan to chase them around the yard.
Harry caught Ron, several times, glaring in the direction of the house but, not wanting to lose concentration and get bitten, he didn't bother to see what Ron was look at until he'd stopped de-gnoming for a full two minutes.
"What is it?" Harry asked him, throwing a gnome away and turning to him.
Ron only continued to glare and Harry looked in the same direction, but only found Hermione and Charlie setting up the lunch table, Hermione laughing at something he'd just said.
"You alright?" Harry asked him.
"They're flirting," he grumbled.
Harry looked back to Hermione and Charlie, then continued with the de-gnoming, "I don't think so," Harry said.
"How dyou know?" Ron asked, giving him a dark expression before bending down to pluck more gnomes.
Harry sighed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "He's way too old for her and besides…aren't you two…you know…"
"An item?" Ron finished for him, turning a slight shade of green, "I'm not sure. I mean…wouldn't you know if you were an item with someone?"
Harry shrugged, "For a while I wasn't sure what was going on with Cho and I before I asked her to Hogsmede for Valentine's."
Instead of making Ron feel better he only turned a darker shade of green.
"Aren't you boys finished yet?" came Mrs. Weasley's voice from behind them.
"Just a few more, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, throwing three at a time over the fence.
"You two need to hurry up and go change, the wedding's to start in an hour."
An hour later Harry found himself sitting in his black dress-robes next to Ron who'd received new dress-robes from the twins as a gift.
In the orchard, some one had bewitched the blooming trees, which should be long past blooming by this time of the year, to turn their flowers different shades of blue.
A harp began to play somewhere in the distance, or rather was played so quietly that it seemed as if it were far away, and a hush fell over the crowd.
First down the isle was a little boy with blonde hair Harry'd never seen before, walking beside Ginny. She had a pale blue, almost silver dress on and her hair cascaded past her waste. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered beside him, looking in the total opposite direction Harry was.
Harry turned his body so he could see Fleur walking down the isle with what looked like her father escorting her. She was beautiful, as always, with an elegantly sewn dress that was the perfect shade of blue for her and her blonde hair was pinned out of her eyes, but still hung low.
Finally, and lastly, Bill was escorted down the isle by his mother whom he seemed to be using as support. He closely resembled Mad-Eye in the face save for the rotating eye and grey, balding head. Harry thought it brave of him to get out of bed so soon after he'd been attacked.
After the bride and groom were both under the canopy, Fleur's father and Mrs. Weasley sat together in the front row as another, older, wizard faced the young couple. He had a monotone to his voice, yet, in some way, it was deeply satisfying.
"We gather here today to celebrate not only the adulthood of Fleur Delacor and William Weasley, but also their marriage and beginnings of a new family," at this point he raised his hands so one touched the top of Bill's head and one the top of Fleur's, "May you two prosper peacefully with grace and may your marriage and relationship last until the end of your days…" his voice trailed off and a soft breeze suddenly danced through the crowd as, out of no where, several butterflies danced around Bill and Fleur.
There was a moment of silence as the breeze continued.
"Now, if you would, grasp right hands," instructed the wizard and the couple did so. The wizard gently layed his wand on the top of their hands and was silent for a few moments, his eyes closed and his face tilted upwards. After a minute or so he opened his eyes and looked forward again, "The magical bind of marriage is upon you both and can not be broken by anyone save for me or my successor should I perish from this earth. And now, William Weasley, you may kiss your bride, Fleur Weasley," he finished.
Just as Bill lifted Fleur's veil to kiss her, the butterflies, various shades of blue, multiplied and fluttered around them causing a breeze to life Fleur's hair and trailing magical lines of blue, surrounding the couple and finally bursting into gentle sparks. This in its self, had someone been explaining it to Harry, would not have been impressive at all. In fact, he probably would have yawned at it. But sitting there in the audience, watching the couple in a close embrace and feeling the magic of their love drift around him was more than he could ever imagine attempting to describe to his future children or grandchildren. It was an experience only found if one was there in person.
As Bill and Fleur slowly but happily made their way down the centre isle, Harry found himself doing something he hadn't done for a very long time. But as he looked around, he wasn't the only one. Even Moody, by the gate, was doing so as well.
He was crying tears of joy.
