Chapter 5: Leaving St. Leonard's, Potter Manor, Sir Harry and guests arrive, the reception, and arriving at Jamaica.

Sunday, July 29th, 2018, 3:45 PM

Everyone arrived at St. Leonard's by portkey by 3:00 PM and took their seats, where the nuptials took place for the young couple. Now, the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass-Potter were standing at the open doors of the church and gazing out at all their friends lined up on either side of the church's walkway leading to the parking area. They now had to run the gauntlet, and everyone seemed to be holding a white bag of rice.

"Ready, Goodnight?" Jimmie questioned.

At his new wife's nod, he took her right hand in his left, as she lifted up the bottom hem of her wedding dress from the stone steps with her left hand, and they began a quick walk toward the lot, while rice went flying everywhere amongst the well wishes, hoots, shouts, chortles, and laughs.

At the end of the walkway, they turned back toward their guests, where both sported huge smiles on their faces. "We'll see you in a jot!"

Goodnight noticed a small wave of Jimmie's hand, and she felt his magic wash over her, which made her squeak. "Wha...?"

"Ready?" Jimmie asked. He didn't tell her that he cast a lightening charm.

At her nod, Jimmie scooped her up into his arms in a bridal carry, and before she could swat him on the arm, he turned on his right heel and apparated with a slight pop. The last thing that both saw, was an obliviator wiping the memory of what he'd done from the poor vicar watching from the door. The vicar had already had his memory modified several times that day, which made Dudley grimace, and nervous.


The newlyweds apparated to the spot just over from the roundabout at Potter Manor, where she finally did swat him on the shoulder. "Jimmie!"

"What, gorgeous?" Jimmie questioned, and then gave her a soft kiss, as he began carrying her toward the front entry of the manor, which was being guarded by an Auror wearing dress robes.

The auror pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a button on it just before the two made it to the entrance, which started the song, 'Underneath The Mango Tree,' to playing. Goodnight lay her head against Jimmie's shoulder and smiled at the song.

"Good day, Auror Savage," Jimmie stated, as he passed the smiling Auror, and walked inside the entry vestibule, where the two oak doors seemed to open on their own from another flick of Jimmie's fingers, which were resting against Goodnight's lower back.

Jimmie didn't set her down in the Great Hall, either, as he started climbing the grand staircase, and was heading toward his room, which made Goodnight start to giggle. "Jimmie, you're incorrigible!"

"I know, my dear," Jimmie said, as he toed open his bedroom door, and walked into the room, where he gently sat his new wife and best friend down upon his bed. Here, he leaned over, and kissed her again. "Now, let's ditch these stuffy clothes, and put on the ones that we'll wear for our honeymoon!"

Both began to undress, where Jimmie took off his tuxedo, and Goodnight her wedding dress. Jimmie hang his bespoke tux in the closet, as Goodnight floated her dress over, and hung it on a sewing mannequin sitting in the corner of the room. Once done, they started laying out their clothes for a quick change.

The reception wasn't formal, and there was a reason why: its theme. Jamaica!


The first portkey to arrive at Potter Manor was Sir Harry and Dame Daphne, Bill and Bella Gudmundsson, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, and Cyrus and Helen Greengrass. The eight walked down the invisible steps from the opened portal and turned to make their way to the front entrance, where Harry not only saw Auror Savage, who was smirking, but something that made Harry pause, and gape. Daphne wasn't doing much better, as on either side of the entry vestibule were a full-size Scottish red deer stag and hart (doe) cast in bronze. The stag was majestic, with its fourteen-point rack and bushy neck mane, just like Harry's Patronus, and it stood about 48 inches high at the shoulder. The hart stood about 44 inches.

Harry felt his bottom lip tremble, and he could almost feel a tear forming, as he waved his hand toward the two deer. "Auror Savage, where did these come from?"

"They're a present from your son and new daughter-in-law, Sir Harry," Savage replied. "He had me to set them in place during the wedding."

All Harry could muster was a shaky nod, as he placed his hand on top of the stag's head. Daphne did the same with the hart before she turned to look at her husband, where she smiled. Bless those two's hearts, she thought.

"Come, Harry," Daphne said, as she took his hand, and led him inside, "as we must greet the guests. Something tells me that neither Jim nor Mary will be in the Great Hall."


"How do I look, dear," Goodnight said, who had changed into a white summer dress, which hang just below the knee. She was also wearing a pair of white flats and carrying a white leather Gucci Horsebit 1955 clutch purse, with golden clasp and chain, which was a present from Daphne.

Jimmie strolled over to her and smiled as he looked her over from head to toe. She could have easily been a model, he thought, and she was his Venus. "You look beautiful my dear."

Goodnight smiled, as she turned, and gave Jimmie a quick peck on the lips. "Give me a sec, and let me fix my makeup." Here, she went into the en suite, and reapplied her lipstick, as Jimmie, now barefoot, slipped on a pair of brown leather deck shoes.

Jimmie went for the Miami Vice look and was wearing a lightweight white linen suit much like Sonny Crocket wore, along with a pastel pale pink Henley t-shirt. The suit was a 1980's Miami fashion Giorgio Armani cut, with a little Neapolitan in the shoulder, and a little slouch to the lapels, with a high waist on the pleated trousers.

Jimmie looked himself over in the mirror, where he picked up a pair of gold-rimmed aviator sunglasses, and hung them, via one of the temples, from the unbuttoned collar of his t-shirt. Next, he ran his hand through his hair just as Goodnight stepped out of the en suite.

"Ready to meet and greet?" Goodnight questioned.

"In a sec," Jimmie stated, as he shouted out, "Winky!"

Winky appeared with a small pop and looked over the young master and his new wife. She was happy and was hoping for more children in the future. "What can Winky be's getting for the good Master James?"

"We'll be leaving for our honeymoon tonight, Winky," Jimmie explained, "and if you would, could you please take our two backpacks down to the rear entrance vestibule, and set them on one of the window seats by the rear doors?"

"Winky wills be doing that right now, good master James!" Here, Winky snapped her fingers and levitated the two backpacks to her, where she apparated away with a small pop.

"Now, I'm ready," Jimmie said, as he opened his bedroom door, and allowed his wife to step out into the hall first. Once outside, he held out his elbow, which Goodnight latched on, and they made their way to the grand staircase.


"Where are they?" Harry muttered to Daphne, who had been greeting guests along with Bill and Bella. Harry could have sworn that his hand was about to go numb after shaking so many hands.

"Here they come," Daphne muttered back over the low-playing steel-drummed Reggae music, just as another portkey opened outside. She watched as Jimmie proudly led Goodnight down the stairs, and she noticed that both had changed, though Goodnight was still carrying her bouquet.

"Bill," Harry muttered, "you and Bella go on up to our room, and change into something more comfortable if you want, and then Daphne and I will later."

Bill and Bella did just that, as they had brought a change of clothes over to the manor the day before, and had hung them up in the Potters dressing room. Both patted Jimmie on the shoulder, and kissed their daughter on the cheek, as they made for the stairs.

"About time," Harry muttered to Jimmie, as he took his place by his father.

"Wha...? We had to get changed, Da', and we came as quick as we could!"

Here, Victor Krum had just walked into the great hall, and all four Potters smiled, as they shook the famous seeker's hand. "It's good to see that you've made it old friend," Harry said. "There are hors d'oeuvres, and plenty of champagne being catered, so grab a quick snack, and something to drink. Supper won't start until around five out on the back lawn."

"Vanks, Harry," Victor said, as he looked over at Daphne, and kissed the back of her hand. "Beautiful as ever, Dame Daphne!"

Before anyone else could come in, Harry looked around at the great hall, and at all the potted plants set about. There were potted Panama Hat and Rattan plants everywhere. It was almost a jungle along the walls. Also, outside, he noticed several large Needle Palms arranged about, which were potted in large wooden tubs. He was wondering what the rear lawn would end up looking like, as he was tapping his toe to the low-playing Reggae music being broadcast all around the house, including outside, though they'd just missed Jimmie's second song, which was the Calypso version of 'Three Blind Mice' before they arrived. Neville must have rented a huge lorry, Harry thought, to bring it all in.


Jimmie looked at his Rolex Deepsea wristwatch, as it was now 5:00 PM, so he walked up onto the third stair, cleared his throat, and announced: "If everyone would, please head toward the rear entrance, and outside to the dining hut. Supper will be starting shortly!"

Jimmie stepped back down and held his elbow out for Goodnight, which she took, and both waited on their parents to join them on their walk outside because they wanted to witness their expressions. Goodnight had been busy showing off her pink gold wedding ring, which contained ten diamonds surrounding a perfect pale baby blue sapphire in the middle. It had all the witches in a tither, old and young. They were also joined by David, Debbie, Mark, Dudley, and Petunia, who had a date with her, and it was the head hit wizard, Tom Lagavulin, who had lost his wife to heart failure the year before. She had been struck by a curse during the war, and it had damaged her heart.

The newlyweds led the way outside and stood to the side on the stone terrace to watch the faces of their parents. Harry and Daphne stepped outside, and their jaw dropped, as across a small wooden footbridge leading from the terrace, which had bamboo handrails, sat a large bamboo "dining hut," with a palm frond roof that was sitting on their huge rear lawn. The large hut measured forty feet wide and was eighty feet long. It had once belonged to a closed hotel close to Seven Mile Beach in Negril, Jamaica, which the MoM had bought, moved, and warehoused for special occasions.

Just behind the newlyweds, and on the terrace, was the Tiki Bar, and it had been doling out many drinks over the past hour. Many Tiki torches had also been lighted for the evening. Also, just across from the dining hut was a large dance floor platform, with the band's stage at the end toward the manor. It was surrounded with the same potted plants that were inside, on top of several large potted Travelers Palms here and there that reminded one of a large fan, and six huge Mexican Fan Palms approximately twenty feet tall, which were situated around the dance floor in large wooden planters. Daphne had hoped for Coconut Palms, but they wouldn't grow in their area. Strung from these tall palms were white Christmas-type lamps overhead, to light up the dance floor, and these same lights were hung along the ceiling inside the bamboo dining hut as well.

As they made their way across the footbridge to the hut, Harry looked over at the stage, and he was gawking again, as not only had the Weird Sisters set up, but behind them was a modern muggle-born thirteen piece orchestra, and they had another guest singer with them, Madam Celestina Warbeck, who would be covering the female artist's songs for the night. They were just finishing with their setup before supper.

As the group walked into the hut proper, it was laid out with nine large and round twelve chair tables, which were covered in the best white linen table cloths, and set with the best china and glassware. Each had a crystal vase holding seven white lilies in the center, and they were candlelit. The chairs had white slipcovers over them as well, with huge white bows tied on the backs. Each setting was set for a nice three-course supper, and since it was Sunday, it would be Roast Rib of Scottish Beef, or Roast Saddle of Lamb, which would be served from several large silver carts as they did at Simpson's-in-the-Strand in London. The beef, (aged 28 days), was served with roast potatoes, Savoy cabbage, Yorkshire pudding, and homemade horseradish. If one selected the lamb, it was served with roast potatoes, Savoy cabbage, homemade mint sauce, and redcurrant jelly. A nice red wine came with both, as well as water and milk, or soda and sparkling grape juice for the underage.

The meal would start with a warm smoked mackerel and watercress salad, with celeriac and apple, and mustard dressing. Dessert, of course, would be cake, and a rich ice cream on the side, with more champagne, or a Tiramisu cocktail if wanted.

The family greeted Hagrid, and Aberforth, who was now sitting in a wheelchair. They were sitting in the right front corner, and close to the entrance at a table for two.

In the opposite corner sat the huge seven-tiered white wedding cake on a table by itself, and by it hung two portraits, those of Henry Potter, and Headmaster Black. In the center was the first table for twelve, and that was for the newlyweds, and for the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Here, Jimmie, Goodnight, Little Harry, Al, Lily Helen, Markie, Teddy, Victoire, Scorp, Rose, and Hugo now sat. The odd thing that Jimmie's father noticed, was the empty seat to the left of his son, and he wondered who was missing.

The next large table just behind that, and to the left closest to the dance floor, was the family's table, where Harry, Daphne, Draco, Astoria, Dudley, Petunia, Tom, Minister Shacklebolt and his wife, Karena, Andromeda, and Dave and Debbie took their seats.

Directly behind them sat Neville and Hannah Longbottom, who were quite proud of their decorating accomplishment, which was to make Potter Manor look like it belonged in the Caribbean. Neville, Hannah, Little Frank, and Alice, along with Augusta, were sitting at the table behind the family's, and Neville still couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. Of course, the entire night was being broadcast over two mirrors, with one being at the Leaky Cauldron, and the other at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. The musical promotion would cut the cost of the huge band and orchestra for the reception, and it would draw many customers to both establishments. It was also an advertisement for the Weird Sisters, Celestina Warbeck, and the London Wizarding Orchestra.

After everyone was seated, a string of elves, which were loaned from Hogwarts, started pouring out of the manor carrying silver serving trays and pushing six large silver carts. However, leading them all was an elf pushing another in a wheelchair, and many were gobsmacked, as the chair was rolled up to the newlywed's table beside Jimmie. Sitting in the chair, and dressed in a small black tuxedo and white bow tie, while wearing his Order of Merlin around his neck, and holding a cane, was Kreacher, who shakily stood, and was helped into the empty chair beside Jimmie.

"Poor ol' Kreacher doesn't know what to say, young master James!" Here, Kreacher almost choked up. "It's be's an honor to dine with the bestest wizard I know - just like poor master Regulus, and who I've raised from a small tot. One day, young master James, you will be great, an' poor ol' Kreacher knows this well!"

At this, Jimmie smiled and patted the old elf on his skinny shoulder. "You're a great elf, Kreacher, and a good friend, who has been very loyal to the houses of Potter and Black. You're family."

Here, it went as silent as a church, until Harry started to clap, as did Daphne, Hermione, and Ron. Everyone else did after that, as the female elves would curtsy toward Kreacher, and the male elves would give him a low bow, before proudly going on about their duties. Kreacher was their de facto leader after all. Winky, who was directing them, was so proud that she was about to burst!

"Now, what do you think about that?" Kingsley muttered to David, as Karena sniffed, and wiped her eyes.


Supper was served, and everyone was stuffed full of some of the best roast beef or lamb that they'd ever had. At the end of the low-playing Reggae music, Harry stood to make his toast. Then came Ron, and Jimmie's grandfather as well. Finally, Jimmie and Goodnight stood, and made their way to the cake, which they cut, and took the first two slices. There were several camera flashes, which would make the Prophet, thus catching the experience, and it was also being broadcast to the two pubs.

During dessert, more vintage Reggae was played, and it was just a shade louder than before, as everyone sipped their champagne or cocktails, etc, and enjoyed their desserts while speaking with everyone around them. Finally, the signal song was played, which was the 'James Bond Theme' from Dr. No. Every member of the DOCS stood from their chairs at this, and applauded, along with Dave, Debbie, and Markie. At the end, Jimmie and Goodnight were both standing, and both looked like the cat that caught the canary.

"It's time, my fellow witches and wizards," Jimmie stated, "for my darling wife to toss the bouquet! Every witch wishing to catch it should head up on stage!"

Many stood, both young and old, including Celestina Warbeck. Goodnight walked to the center of the dance floor and looked over her shoulder to take aim. Finally, with an overarm backward pitch, she sent the bouquet sailing toward the witches, who started to almost fight to catch it.

To Lily Helen's horror, it was coming straight for her, even though she was in the back, so she quickly cast a shield charm, which the bouquet bounced off of, and dropped into Rosie's hands in front of her.

Poor Rosie, just like her father, blushed red to her roots, as she quickly turned to look at her mother and father. Hermione was clapping, but Ron had a semi-sour look on his face as he clapped. He thought that his daughter was still too young to notice any young wizard, even though she was older than Lily Helen, who was dating! Hugo was roaring with laughter, while nobody caught the besotted look on Scorp's face, as he admired the young Weasley witch. Well, nobody caught it but Sir Harry, who smirked.

Once the witches cleared the dance floor, only Goodnight was left. Here, she smiled and motioned for Jimmie to come up. "Now, I'll have all the wizards to come up, as it's time for my big strapping husband to toss the garter!"

There were many whistles, hoots, and chortles, as many wizards, both young and old, stood, and crowded the stage toward the band. Everyone, but the young witches, came up from the newlywed's table.

"Now, my dear husband," Goodnight purred, as she placed the tip of her index finger under Jimmie's chin, "you're to remove it first!"

"Mary Elizabeth!" Bella scolded in a low voice, though hardly anyone heard her. Several of the older witches were now covering their gaping mouths with their hands, as they watched on.

Jimmie smirked, and with a simple wave of his hand, he conjured a large fanback chair covered in red velvet on the floor. Here, Goodnight daintily sat down, and slowly raised up her dress to where it just showed the blue garter wrapped around her left thigh, and just above her knee. She toed off her shoe, smirked, and lifted her foot just a little from the floor.

Well, now, not to be outdone, Jimmie smirked back, as he dropped to one knee. Now, everyone went silent, as they watched in anticipation.

Jimmie leaned forward, and he had a wicked gleam in his green eyes, which took Goodnight's breath. Jimmie gently held her foot, and then grabbed the garter with his teeth, as he began tugging it off her leg.

There were many gasps in the crowd, especially from the older witches, who were now whispering to each other, while either fanning themselves or taking huge gulps from their drinks. Poor Headmistress McGonagall looked like she was about to faint, as she began to fan herself, and take a huge slug of her scotch on the rocks, while the wizards broke out in loud roaring laughs, hoots, and chortles.

Jimmie tugged the garter off the end of his wife's toe, and then gently slid her foot back into her shoe. Poor Goodnight was now so randy that she was ready to jump her husband, and she badly needed a drink at the moment, herself. Finally, Jimmie jumped up and held the garter high up over his head with a huge grin full of white teeth.

"Get ready my fellow wizards, because here it comes!"

Jimmie did just as his wife, by taking one last look over his shoulder before he sent the garter tumbling through the air towards the waiting wizards.

"I got it!" Shouted Scorp. Now, he was blushing while looking at his parents, but then he quickly glanced over at Rosie, who now had a slight blush on her cheeks, and she was shyly smiling.

Jimmie helped his wife up after that, as he vanished the chair, and held her hand while looking out at everyone now seated. Finally, with another huge toothy grin, he shouted out, "It's now time to PAAAARTY!"

Just as he said this, Merton Graves gave the signal, and they started to play 'Nobody Does It Better,' with Celestina Warbeck singing the song, which she had spent a month to learn. Somehow, the muggle song had become a hot number with witches and wizards over the years, and she had no idea why.

Jimmie pulled Goodnight close to him, and while staring into her blue eyes, he took her right hand with his left, and placed his right hand upon the small of her back, as they began to dance their first dance as man and wife. This received much applause from the guests, as they waited for the newlyweds to have their first dance. Many were now pretty tipsy, so it would be fun to watch the guests on the floor when the song changed.

When the song ended, the couple stayed on the floor, as the band began to play 'Pretty Woman,' with a faster beat. Here, the guests began to leave their seats, and join the newlyweds.


Jimmie, besides dancing with Goodnight, also danced with his mum, his grandmum, Petunia, his mother-in-law, and Lily Helen. Goodnight danced with Harry, her father, her elderly grandfather from York, Cyrus, and David, who made her promise to let them know if anything was fishy during their honeymoon, which she readily agreed to do.

Finally, the last song for the newlyweds came up, which was their signal to leave. The song was 'Goldeneye,' and it was again sung by Celestina Warbeck. At the end of the song, the band took a break, and Jimmie and Goodnight remained on the stage.

"All right, everyone," Jimmie stated with a huge smile, "it's time for us to leave on our long-awaited honeymoon, and if any know what the last song was referring to, then that is where we're heading." This obtained a huge amount of applause, which made the newlyweds, who were now both slightly tipsy, laugh.

Here, Jimmie held out his left hand and summoned their backpacks from the rear of the manor, where they slung one strap over each of their shoulders and carried them like a travel bag. Jimmie produced a piece of rope, which Goodnight gripped hold of tightly, as she looked out at her mum and da', her grandda', and at her new in-laws.

"We'll see you all in a week!" Goodnight said in a happy but tearily manner, and then shouted out, "Sussex Estate." In a flash, the two disappeared into a spinning portal and were gone.

Here, Sir Harry stood, and obtained everyone's attention by tapping his champagne glass with his dessert spoon. "It's a little after eleven, and I believe there is another song or piece to go, as well as an instrumental set before they wind it up for the night, so if you want one more nip before you head home, now is the time!"

That received many "hear, hears," as several of the wizards did just that after the first piece started to play, which was 'On Her Majesty's Secret Service.' The next was a composure of several pieces from Bond that the orchestra had learned to play, which lasted for about twelve minutes. After that, it was time to help everyone on their way home and try to stay up to oversee some of the cleanup that would last well on into the night.

Jamaica was five hours ahead of them, so it would be about 6:05 PM when the portkey opened. The elder Potters would stay up, and await their phone call from Goldeneye after the newlyweds arrived at their suite. That would be about another two and one-half hours away.


There was a flash of light in the Jamaican sky, where a portal opened over what was the old Sussex Estate Great House. It was almost completely dark, and one could see by the moonlight, two dark figures that seemed to walk out of the sky. If one listened closely, they would have heard both of them mutter "Lumos," and seen two lights appear.

"Where are we, Jim?" Goodnight asked.

Jimmie gave her a huge warm smile, and answered, "Home! This is our family's vacation home, and now you belong. However, we're not staying here, as we'll be staying on the beach. I had the portkey made to bring us here so that I could pick up da's Range Rover."

Goodnight started to walk toward the lawn, but Jimmie had to stop her. "Careful, darling, as this place has some very nasty wards, which start at the end of the walkway. Give me a sec, and I'll pull the Range Rover out here where there are no wards, and then we can leave for the resort. Mum and da' will have to key you in when they're here, as they control them."

Jimmie dug the keys from his trouser's pocket and crossed the ward line. He crawled inside the SUV, and started it, turning on the headlights. He pulled it out onto the red earth of the parking area and opened the passenger side door, where Goodnight crawled inside. Next, Jimmie backed the SUV up, shined the headlights first on the guest cottage to the east, and then turned the vehicle to the north, so that she could see the old plantation home.

"It's beautiful here!" Goodnight said.

"Yes, dear," Jimmie replied, "and we'll be coming back here many times. You're a Greengrass-Potter now."

Here, Goodnight leaned over, and gave her new husband a quick peck on the lips, before they pulled out of the parking area, and onto Winders Hill Rd, where they made a left and began their windy journey down to St. Ann's Bay.

They drove through the town of St. Ann's Bay, and Jimmie pulled out onto the A1, where he then made a left onto the coastal road at the Epping Gas Station. They followed this road along the coast, where Goodnight caught her first views of the sea close to the turnoff for the Mystic Mountain Jamaica Adventure Park. Jimmie drove on, where they passed the Jamaica Bauxite Mining Company's dock. Here, he told Goodnight about that being the place that was in Dr. No. She was astonished at this, as they passed by. Finally, they reached Ocho Rios, which was closing down for the night. After they made it through town, they kept heading east, and along the coast, where they passed the Ian Fleming International Airport, which Jimmie pointed out.

"It's not far now, sweetheart," Jimmie explained, as he kept driving. Finally, they drove through the small town of Oracabessa, and just on the other side of town, Jimmie slowed down, where he turned into a private drive on his left. Here, he made another left and pulled up to park. "We're here, Sweetheart. Welcome to Goldeneye!"

"Really?" Goodnight almost squealed as she hopped out of the Range Rover.

Jimmie grabbed both of their backpacks from the back seat and locked the SUV up. Next, he took his new wife's hand and led her to the small front office, where he met a familiar face.

"Mr. Blackenwell, I didn't expect to see you here," Jimmie said, as he shook the owner's hand.

"Why, young Mr. Black, it's so good to see you again! Your parents are not here?"

"No, Mr. Blackenwell, I've now graduated, and was just married! I'm here on my honeymoon, so allow me to introduce you to my wife, Melody Black."

Goodnight gave Jimmie a quick glance, before she plastered on a smile, and shook the old man's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Blackenwell!"

"Just like your father, eh Mr. Black? You both love lovely blonds?"

Jimmie snorted. "You could say that, but Melody and I have been best friends since we attended primary together back in England."

"Is that so," Blackenwell commented, as he looked at the reservation book. "Ah, there you are, and you've rented one of our best villas by the beach - number 15. That's the second one down Low Cay Beach from the bridge.

"Danny," Blackenwell said, "please take Mr. and Mrs. Black's bags to No. 15, and show them the way. Oh, and I almost forgot, have you two had a chance to dine yet?"

Jimmie glanced over at Goodnight and scratched his head. "Earlier, but we could probably stand with a snack before turning in."

"Ah, then," Blackenwell said, "might I suggest stopping by the Gazebo or the Bizot? Of course, you can order anything you want, and have it brought to your villa."

"I think we'll stop by the Gazebo as we follow Danny down," Jimmie replied. "I know the way from there, just down the steps, and across the bridge."

"Very good, Mr. Black," Blackenwell said, as he handed Jimmie the keys. "I look forward to seeing both of you tomorrow."

Jimmie took Goodnight's hand and followed Danny out, where they followed him along the sandy path back to the walkway leading to the bridge. "It's been a while, Danny," Jimmie remarked.

"Yah Mun, An now luk at yuh, all grown up wid ah wife!" (Yea, man, and now look at you, all grown up with a wife!)

"Danny, this is my lovely wife, Melody Black," Jimmie stated. "Melody, this is Danny, who I've known since I was a little kid."

"Pleasure," Goodnight said, as she shook the tall Jamaican's hand.

"Aw, Yah wi ah Missah Black," Danny said. "Mi wi tek unnu luggage pan tuh unnu room." (Aw, here we are Mister Black," Danny said. "I'll take your luggage on to your room."

Jimmie pulled out a wad of Jamaican dollars and handed Danny 1,500. Goodnight's eyes swelled up at this.

Here, they parted ways, and the newlyweds stepped into the Gazebo, where they took a seat close to the door at a small table for two. From here, they had a good view of the nighttime sea, and the bridge, which was lighted up.

Finally, Goodnight was about to pop. "Jimmie! Did you just give him fifteen hundred dollars?"

Jimmie couldn't help but smirk. "Darling, that equals about $10.00 US, and less in pound sterling."

Goodnight thought for a minute, and nodded, as it hit her about the exchange rate. "What's next?"

"Well," Jimmie said, "let's order a small snack, a couple of flutes of bubbly, and a chilled bottle to go. Next, after we've dined, we'll head to our room. Plus, da' and mum are expecting a call from us."

Here, Goodnight nodded, and they ordered. As the two dined, neither knew about the Jamaican that tried to slip onto Button Beach via a small boat, though an MIA case officer did, who happened to be watching over things that night. He silently waited for the Jamaican, who was armed, to pass by the shadows where he was hiding, and when the Jamaican finally did so, the officer quickly wrapped a garrote around his neck and took him down upon the sandy path.

Once the man was dead, the officer picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. Next, he carried him over by the Oracabessa Bay Fish Sanctuary, where they had an SUV waiting. They put the man in the back, who had been a hired hitman for Abazi, and closed the rear door. They had a long drive ahead of them, which was about eighty-plus miles along the northern coast, and close to Montego Bay, where a crocodile farm was located. The hitman would become croc food by the morning.

Jimmie and Goodnight left the Gazebo completely ignorant of the occurrence, as they made their way down the steps, and started making their way across the suspension bridge. In the middle of the span, Goodnight stopped her new husband, where she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss with the Caribbean in the background. Next, they walked hand in hand to the villa, which opened directly onto Low Cay Beach. One could literally walk off the porch, across the sandy beach, and dive directly into the Caribbean. It was furnished with a full kitchen, a large private porch with an outdoor dining table, a king-size bed, a queen-size daybed, an en-suite bathroom with claw foot tub, and an adjoining outdoor garden shower.

Both Jimmie and Goodnight were in seventh heaven after Jimmie called Sir Harry, and they crawled under the fine linen sheets for the night, where Jimmie began kissing his way down Goodnight's nude body.


A/N: When I added a disclaimer to Chap. 1 on the 25th, I somehow mistakenly saved Chap I for Intrigue I in its place, and it stayed up for about a half day. If you read that by mistake, then go back and read the actual Chap. I for Intrigue II, as it will make no sense if you don't.


Playlist for the reception beginning at the newlyweds arrival, and through supper, but played at low volume until the Bond Theme.:

Underneath The Mango Tree (2:25): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=Ze0iGFj0Fg4

Three Blind Mice Calypso (2:45): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=mJR_yDtuyQs

Best Of Reggae Music (02:04:37): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=V7sY0my53hg

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Cutting of the cake and champagne. (30:00)

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Vintage Reggae Café (44:56): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=S5s5RjdmAYQ

Dr No: The James Bond Theme (2:38): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=Tu3O3qIlp7Y

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(03:58:00) Total.

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Tossing the boquet and garter. (30:00)

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The Wierd Sisters Band with 13 piece orchestra:

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Nobody Does It Better (3:32): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=uWWwKDttHnM

Pretty Woman (2:56): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=3KFvoDDs0XM

Can't Take My Eyes off You (3:23): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=DYwQy_9JPtQ

Angel of the Morning (3:12): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=stngGiMrn5U

I Can See Clearly Now (2:46): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=g_rB4v75jqU

Mama Told Me (Not To Come) (3:18): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=9DZvJQ0PTEg

House Of The Rising Sun (4:32): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=uS90B4sZf7U

Live And Let Die (3:12): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=NR0UmZcf89E

Tomorrow Never Dies (4:51): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=rwDUWnOVf0c

Surrender (Tomorrow Never Dies) (4:00): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=bRc4vrap5Ec

Those Were The Days My Friend (4:32): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=dlYPGjXy_LA

Sound Of Silence (3:05): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=nkUOACGtGfA

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10 minute band break.

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Wooly Bully (6:39): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=7CHiUN8XTWs

Bad Moon Rising (2:21): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=5BmEGm-mraE

Green River (2:34): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=JacHyPaEwDc

Satifaction (3:43): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=MSSxnv1_J2g

A View To A Kill (3:37): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=AJAGgtWwvSk

The Living Daylights (4:14): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=z61NEfYK0fc

Licence To Kill (5:14): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=ZnSbrx5YByY

The World Is Not Enough (4:12): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=b-U-_fe8G0

You Know My Name (3:20): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=rZqCbPXyusI

Goldeneye (4:43): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=1_Aq5rQdPso

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(Est, 01:42:15 Total with introductions between each song, etc, by the band).

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Full Playlist: youtube dot com forward slash playlist?list=PLAed9m_G6uj9rqNysAd7GJtnEssReSGuk

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Band break, and the Potter's departure after saying goodbye at 11:00 PM:

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On Her Majesty's Secret Service (2:35): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=AFaJWqVcv8k

The Music of James Bond (11:55): youtube dot com forward slash watch?v=ULjYEARQTrg