Chapter 11 – July Epilogue
Whirlwind! That's the best word to describe it. It was a whirlwind. Between wedding plans, honeymoon plans, bachelor party, wedding shower, owls from well-wishers, interviews with the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, and photo sessions, we barely had time to talk to each other.
Before we knew it, it was July 25th.
I was staying at the Burrow, much to my chagrin. The twins were beside themselves with glee. I had to be on constant lookout for practical jokes. I did not want to attend my wedding with purple hair or a tail. Ron spent the time making lewd comments and laughing when I blushed.
Draco kept trying to ply me with Firewhisky.
And me – I was so tired, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I finally found a quiet corner that was partially hidden. While the Burrow was full of party atmosphere, I was sound asleep.
"What did you blokes do, kill him?"
"We didn't touch him, honest, Roberta. He just… passed out."
I was climbing out of my stupor at the sound of voices. I cracked an eye and smiled. "Bob, you aren't supposed to be here. Bad luck and all, you know."
"Well, in my defense, I was bringing you hangover potion."
I sat up. "Don't need it. I didn't touch a drop all night. I was just tired. What time is it anyway?"
"Nine."
I looked shocked. "NINE A.M.?" Then I looked at her. "We're getting married today."
She giggled. "Yes, I know. That is if you are getting up anytime soon."
I stood and hugged her, then gave her a long, smoldering kiss. "Well, if we are getting married at one, we both better get moving." I kissed her again and sent her on her way.
Tempus Fugit! It seemed that Bob had just left but it was already time to head to the church.
"And that brings us to right now. Have you got everything you need?"
"Just one more thing, Mr. Potter. If there was anything in all of this that you could change, would you?"
Harry smiled. "Not one."