'Harry, where have you been?' Mrs Weasley asked him as soon as he walked back through the kitchen door.
'Just in the garden,' Harry said.
Mrs Weasley looked at Harry with concern in her eyes. Harry hoped that she wasn't going to ask more questions but she seemed to think twice about doing such a thing and returned to a piece of parchment and a quill. Mrs Weasley, in particular, had tried to encourage Harry to talk about Dumbledore's death but Harry had found himself unable to put into words exactly how he was feeling about it all and avoided talking about it completely. Mrs Weasley had got the message but Harry caught her sometimes looking at him thoughtfully. The first few times Harry was alarmed but he soon realised that it was only because she cared about him a lot, loved him even and he wasn't about to give that up.
'There is so much still to do,' Mrs Weasley muttered to herself and shook her head. 'Help yourself to some breakfast, dear.'
Harry sat down and poured some milk into a bowl. He had just started eating when Ron, Ginny and Hermione came bounding into the kitchen.
'Ron, I am going to kill you I swear,' Ginny shouted.
'You will have to catch me first,' Ron said and just before Ginny was able to grab him he apparated to the other side of the room.
'Stop showing off, you are so annoying,' Ginny protested as she made to go round the table but Hermione stopped her.
'There isn't any point, Ginny as he will just apparate away again, it was only water after all.'
'Water?' Harry asked as he smiled. He couldn't help himself, the threat of Voldemort seemed to increase every day but here were his best friends still the same with Ron teasing Ginny and Hermione being the peacemaker.
'Ron decided to throw a whole jug of water…' Hermione started to explain.
'Freezing cold water,' Ginny interrupted.
'Ok, Ron decided to throw a whole jug of freezing cold water over Ginny to wake her up.'
'Ronald,' Mrs Weasley said sternly.
'Oh, Mum it was only a joke and it worked didn't it? Doesn't Ginny look awake to you?' Ron said smiling.
'Well I don't think Ginny sees the funny side of it, honestly. Now where is everybody else?' Mrs Weasley walked out of the kitchen.
'I wonder what time Fleur was up this morning to ensure that she was looking her absolute best,' Ginny said. Fleur and her family had stayed at a county hotel near to the Burrow. The Weasleys had invited them to stay but they had not wanted to be an inconvenience and were treating the wedding as an opportunity to have a holiday in the country where Fleur was soon to live. Fleur and Bill had decided to settle in England, and both of them were starting new jobs at the Ministry after they had returned from their honeymoon.
It was a lively breakfast, which wasn't unusual at the Weasley's but today Mrs Weasley was very flustered and kept trying to hurry everyone up.
'Come on, everyone!' said Mrs Weasley. 'The guests will be starting to arrive soon and Harry isn't even dressed. At this rate everything will be a complete shambles.'
'Molly, everything will get done. We have plenty of time. Have a cup of tea, it will make you feel better,' Arthur Weasley spoke gently to his wife as he poured her a cup of tea and pushed her to sit down.
'I'll go and get dressed,' Harry said putting his dirty bowl in the sink and headed upstairs.
He quickly got dressed into jeans and a t-shirt. He would change into his dress robes later. When he returned downstairs, Mrs Weasley did seem calmer and was delegating jobs.
'Ginny, Hermione could you help me with the food?' The girls both nodded. 'Charlie, and Arthur, the marquee needs putting up…Fred and George, the chairs.' She paused while consulting her list.
'Right who does that leave, Ron and Harry, well the flowers and lights need sorting out.'
'Off you go then, quick,' she said impatiently when nobody moved.
Fred and George stood to attention and saluted Mrs. Weasley.
'Yes, Ma'am,' Fred said before they both ran off before they got hit over the head with the nearest kitchen implement Mrs Weasley could lay her hands on.
Arthur Weasley was right, everything did get done. Harry put the finishing touches to the lights he was putting up and then stepped back to admire everything. The marquee looked amazing, the chairs were set up for the ceremony in one third of the biggest marquee Harry had ever seen. In the other half the tables and chairs were laid out for the dinner which was to follow the ceremony. The food that Mrs Weasley had been preparing non-stop for the last couple of days looked delicious all laid out on a large table. In the last third, there was a large dance floor and a stage for the dance. The band had already arrived and were busy practising and warming up.
'Right, everybody, we have an hour before the ceremony, time to get cleaned up and dressed,' Mrs Weasley seemed satisfied with the morning's hard work and looked around with a contended smile.
The organised chaos that had been in the marquee transferred to the house. Harry and the rest of the men were ready long before the girls and were waiting in the sitting room. Those of age were having a quick drink to 'settle the nerves' Mr Weasley had said. Bill, the groom, didn't look nervous Harry thought, he probably looked the most relaxed out of all of them. Once the ladies were ready they all took their places in the marquee and awaited Fleur's arrival. The marquee was full to the seams. The Weasley family were popular in the magical world being normal and down to earth. From what Harry could see from the bride's half of the seats the same could be said of the Delacours. The music signalling the arrival of the bride started and everyone craned to get the first glimpse. Fleur looked truly beautiful in a simple but elegant floor length white gown. She wore a veil and her hair was pinned up with flower clips. She followed her little sister who was in a pastel pink bridesmaid dress holding onto her father who was a tall man in black dress robes. The ceremony was over before Harry knew it. Bill and Fleur looked intently into each other's eyes as if everyone else in the room had disappeared and it was only those two left in the world. Harry looked around him and could not help but be warmed by the sight he saw. The upcoming inevitable war seemed to be far from everyone's mind and were instead sharing in the couple's obvious happiness. The meal and speeches that followed were lively and Harry's sides hurt from laughing so much. Bill and Fleur led the first dance on the dance floor but it was soon filled with dancing couples. Harry found himself being pulled his feet to dance by a persistent Ginny.
'Are you okay, Harry? You seem a bit distracted,' Ginny asked softly.
'Yes, I'm fine,' Harry replied slightly too quickly. He was annoyed at himself at showing that the letter was distracting him and that he was desperate to talk to someone about it. However, he was determined to wait until tomorrow.
'There is something bothering you though,' Ginny whispered and gently touched his face. She seemed to be able to see right into Harry's mind.
Harry sighed, 'there is something but it can wait until tomorrow.'
Ginny started to protest but he put his finger on her lips. 'Tomorrow Ginny, I promise.'
Harry's feet were rather sore by the time the night came to a close in the early hours of the morning. The marquee was transformed into several smaller rooms to allow guests who did not want to journey home that night. Harry and his friends retreated to the burrow, Harry's arm around Ginny. They said goodnight to each other with a kiss.
Ginny whispered in Harry's ear, 'tomorrow. I won't forget.'
Harry smiled to himself as he got into bed. Sleep came quickly that night.
A/N - please review, that is all :)