Harry was awakened a few hours later by Ron, who had come looking for him. Luckily he was able to pass off the sleeping on lack of sleep from the day before. He got up and went down to have lunch. Ginny was there, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes were red, and Mrs. Weasley kept asking her what was wrong, but she ignored any attempt to be spoken to. Harry wished he could hide under a rock, or be squashed by one.

During lunch Mrs. Weasley talked about Bill and Fleur's wedding, which was going to be the next day. She was happy, a wedding being a great light in what was turning out to be a dark world.

"Harry dear, Bill wants you to be part of the wedding. Not the best man, Charlie is going to be that, but he wants you to stand up there along with a couple of his other friends." Mrs. Weasley said to him when he finished eating.

Harry smiled and nodded. "That sounds great." He voiced.
"Wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Ginny is going to be one of the brides maids. She looks so wonderful in her dress." Mrs. Weasley said, going back to talking about everything else in the wedding.

Soon after talk of the wedding stopped, a knock came at the door. A few minutes later Hermione Granger walked into the dining room, a large smile spread across her face. Her brown hair was pulled into a messy bun at the back of her head, a few loose curls framing her face. Her brown eyes were those of great intelligence. She looked the type to take everything in at once, and to process it just as quickly.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, jumping up. He looked embarrassed at his sudden outburst of happiness, and turned red around the ears. She didn't seem to notice though as she threw her arms around him in a hug. She separated quickly, and gave Harry a hug as well. "Harry, Ron, so glad to see you both." She told them.

"Great to see you too Hermione." Harry said. Ron nodded, running a hand over his hair. Harry wanted to roll his eyes. Ron was such an idiot sometimes.

"So, Hermione, had a nice summer?" Ron asked, making conversation stiffly.

"It was alright." She replied. Like Harry, she was not one to forget things like a death so quickly, and it had taken a toll on her summer as well. Also, she had feared constantly for her parents, being that the Death Eaters had nothing to stop them any longer.

They spent the rest of the evening catching up, and talking. They dodged the subject of Dumbledore, each of them dancing on the tips of their toes, trying not to turn the conversation to what they all feared thinking about. Harry planned to go after the Horcruxes, and Ron and Hermione were going to go with him, but they hadn't spoken a word about it since the end of school, and for now it seemed better to leave it that way. Bill and Fleur's wedding was supposed to be something of joy in this dark time, and thinking of the inevitable danger would not help anyone at this point.

They went to bed early, awaiting the next day eagerly. The wedding would certainly lift spirits.

Bright light, the sun maybe, shined in his eyes. He blinked it away, and looked around. He was outside in a garden, standing on a platform. He looked around and saw people looking back at him, smiling. He spotted Ginny at the end of a white carpet that was laid on the grass. She was wearing a wedding dress, a bouquet of roses in her hands. She was smiling at him too. Mr. Weasley led her to the altar to stand by him. He took her hands in his own, and a ceremony began. The two of them weren't listening though, but off in their own little world staring into each others eyes. Then everything went dark, as though the sun was extinguished like a candle. Cold, evil laughter filled his ears as though magnified a thousand times, and green light blinded him.

Harry woke with a start, his heart beating quickly and loudly. He took a deep breath, and emptied his head of all thoughts, letting the cool night wash over him and take the dream away. Knowing he wouldn't get back to sleep, he got up and got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He walked down to the kitchen, surprised to find that it wasn't empty. Bill Weasley was sitting there, his hands folded under his chin, starring at a spot on the table. His face looked scratched and weathered, a sign of his bravery during the fight at Hogwarts, but he didn't seem to be suffering pain anymore.

His eyes came up when he heard Harry coming down the last step.

"Hello Harry. You can't sleep either?" Bill said, giving him a small smile.

"No, I guess I can't." Harry said, returning the slight smile. He took a seat at the table across from Bill.

"Today's the big day. I'm getting married." Bill said, sighing happily.

"That's great." Harry told him. He stared at his hands, folded in front of him.

Bill sat there for a few more minutes as the silence stretched on. Then he stood, bid Harry goodnight, and went up to bed. Harry sat there for a longer while, staring around the house, his own thoughts his worst enemy. After a while he finally went back up to bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.

When Harry awoke the next morning, he set his mind to getting ready for the wedding. He put on his dress robes and combed his hair. He cleaned his glasses and fixed the scratches that lined the lenses. He helped Ron get ready as well, then the both of them went down to the kitchen. Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and the twins were there, talking happily. Bill looked the happiest, and if he was nervous he hid it well. The time between that and the start of the wedding went quickly, and they all went outside.

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and the garden had been turned into a wedding heaven. As Harry took his seat, he found himself thinking this was almost like his dream.

The music began to play, and the brides maids began to come down the aisle. Ginny was one, and Gabrielle the other. They were both dressed in a pale purple that shimmered in the sunlight. Ginny's hair was curled and hung down about her shoulders. She looked so beautiful, and Harry couldn't help but stare. Ginny didn't return the look though, and kept her eyes ahead.

He kept looking at her through most of the ceremony, until the end when Bill and Fleur were pronounced husband and wife. He pulled himself out of the horrible feeling that he was having. He smiled and clapped happily for Bill and Fleur, and couldn't help but hope he could one day have that with Ginny, when Voldemort was dead.

Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been very busy. I do love writing this fan fiction though, and I don't plan on stopping until it's done. I hope you all enjoy it so far, and I promise it will get better and there will be more action.