I can't remember… does Ginny know about the horcruxes? Or is that just Ron and Hermione? Because I am having trouble writing around it. If someone could help me it would be greatly appreciated!

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No one said anything. They knew Harry was right.

Finally, Hermione sighed. "You have to go on, Harry. You can do this. Voldemort still can't find this place, and the Burrow has been placed under protection spells. It's unplottable now and everything. And Hogwarts-"

"I'm not going back to Hogwarts." Harry said bluntly.

Ron frowned. "Is that really the best idea, Harry? Hogwarts is still safe, right, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded quickly.

Harry shook his head. "We've been through this. There's nothing there for me any more. The teachers there aren't going to teach me anything that I need. Think about it. Can you see McGonagall giving me Occulmency lessons?"

Ginny frowned. "So what are you planning on doing? Sitting around here until Voldemort lands on your doorstep and you miraculously defeat him?"

Harry shrugged. "I've got some stuff to do. Homework's not really on the agenda."

Ginny threw her hands up in the air and stormed back into her room. Hermione shook her head at Harry, then followed Ginny.

Ron looked unsure of what to do. He glanced at Harry. "Erm, maybe we should get some sleep?"

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Harry didn't sleep at all. When the sun peeked through the dusty window, Harry was still trying to think of where the missing horcruxes could be. When he heard Hermione and Ginny go downstairs for breakfast, he didn't say anything. He didn't even answer when Ron rose and whispered to him to see if he was awake. Finally, in the silence of the room, Harry fell asleep, his dreams troubled.

When he woke up, the sun was setting, casting long shadows through the open doorway. Ron sat on his bed, reading. "You're awake. Good timing. Supper's in ten minutes."

Harry nodded. " Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to go back to Hogwarts?"

Ron shrugged. "I don't think you really want me coming with you, do you?"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Come on, mum will be calling us in a minute."

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"Harry, how are you doing? Everything alright?" Arthur Weasley looked tired. He had even less of his flaming red hair than before, and there was worry in his eyes. Still he smiled at Harry.

Harry smiled in return. He'd always liked Mr. Weasley and his incessant questioning about the lives of Muggles. But he never asked any more.

"The wedding is tomorrow. I was supposed to come pick you up, but…" He looked unsure of what to say.

Harry smiled again. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Mr. Weasley."

Mr. Weasley clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You're a good lad, Harry." He said. "Now go help Ginny and Hermione set the table, will you?"

Mr. Weasley had forgotten, of course, that Harry and Hermione were both seventeen – when Harry walked into the dining room, the table was set, Hermione was looking proud of herself, and Ginny was scowling.

"Don't worry, Ginny," Harry said, grinning, "it just means less work for you!" Harry knew that Ginny's temper wouldn't agree with that – she was just jealous that she couldn't yet do magic. She didn't reply, though.

Harry, Hermione, the entire Weasley family (minus the twins and Percy), Fleur (she had slept through Harry's arrival the night before; she was still rooming with Hermione and Ginny), Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mundungus Fletcher, and two wizards whom Harry was not familiar with were in attendance at dinner that night. It was a tight table, but Harry was happy to be there. This was where he belonged.

They were all woken at dawn the next morning. There was a lot to be done before the wedding that afternoon. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went with Mrs. Weasley to the Burrow to clean and decorate. The twins met them there and Charlie joined them later. Mr. Weasley ran damage control at Grimmauld Place, helping Bill, while Ginny, unable to do magic, and Tonks, too clumsy to help at the house, were given the sad job of helping Fleur.

"I feel sorry for Ginny," Harry said, guiding a row of chairs to the ground with his wand while Hermione performed a charm to make roses grow around a small gazebo in the garden.

"You wish she were here, do you?"

Harry blushed slightly, but shrugged. "I just wouldn't want to be stuck with Fleur."

Hermione nodded, smiling slightly. "Okay." She said.

Harry was glad that Ron was in the kitchen helping his mother.

"Do you think – do you think she hates me?"

Hermione smiled. "No, Harry. She doesn't. Not at all."

Harry couldn't help but smile as he placed the last row of chairs down.

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The wedding was a small affair. Everyone knew how dangerous it was to gather large groups. Even having Harry there was a risk – he found out from Ron that Moody hadn't wanted him there, but Mrs. Weasley and Fleur had insisted upon it.

And so, when they gathered in the garden for the wedding, the happy party consisted only of the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione, Fleur's parents and sister, Gabrielle, and a large number of Own members, all of whom Harry knew had their hands on their wands all afternoon.

Barely an hour before the wedding, Harry and Ron went upstairs to get changed into their dress robes. Fleur, Ginny, and Tonks had arrived earlier, and Hermione had joined them in Ginny's room to help Fleur with her dress and hair.

"Thank god for Fred and George," Ron sighed happily, putting on his black dress robes. Harry couldn't help but smile. He remembered Ron's horrible dress robes from their fourth year. He also remembered instructing Fred and George to buy Ron a new set when he gave them his Triwizard winnings.

When they came back downstairs, everyone else had changed into their dress robes as well. Fred and George were wearing matching dark purple robes. Harry could see that they wanted to wear something brighter, but he knew that their mother had told them to tone it down.

Ginny and Gabrielle were in matching pale pink robes as the bridesmaids, taking their places at the altar. Charlie was on the other side of the altar as the best man.

Everyone took their seats. Harry found himself, Ron, and Hermione seated in the second row, surrounded by Own members. Harry was in the middle. Lupin was beside Hermione, Moody beside Ron. Harry felt his friend leaning slightly away from their old teacher. Harry chuckled inwardly.

Mrs. Weasley was in the front row, crying. Mr. Weasley had his arm around her, but Harry could see his eyes were glistening as well.

Bill came out first. His face was cleared of bandages now, but ugly scars marred one side of his face. He looked happy either way, but Harry thought the scars looked like they were still painful.

Harry realized there had been a full moon in July. He wondered how Bill had fared. But his thoughts strayed from Bill when the door to the house opened again and Fleur walked out.

Harry had almost forgotten about her being part Veela.

She wore a beautiful white dress that clung in all the right places. It dragged on the floor and the straps snaked around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, and even Hermione didn't sigh at all of the men staring at her lustily. It was her wedding day, after all.

"That was lovely," Hermione said after the wedding, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

Harry nodded dumbly. Ron didn't respond. They were watching Fleur walk away from them towards the house…

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