Harry Potter and the Last Heir
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Chapter 4: The Wedding
It didn't take long after Harry's arrival at the Weasley's for the time of Fleur and Bill's wedding to occur. Mrs. Weasley, who had long since been crabby, had grown tired, and even ill looking, but it didn't stop her from her exasperated attempts to keep everything perfect (even if only for one day). On the day of the wedding everyone loaded all of the stuff from the house into one of the cars Mr. Weasley had managed to get from the Ministry and headed to the Banquet Hall where the wedding would occur.
"Isn't this place lovely?" Mrs. Weasley asked the group as she stepped out of the car. Harry, who had already been dressed in his dress robes agreed as he stumbled out after her. Ron, who was happy not to have to wear his dress robes from the Yule Ball from back in their fourth year followed after Harry. Ginny and Hermione, who were not yet dressed, had ran out of the car, excitedly, after Mrs. Weasley, who was on her way to see Fleur. As they reached the room where Fleur was they could hear loud sobs coming from inside. Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and inside a middle aged woman stood speaking in French to Fleur and her sister, Gabrielle. Fleur was sobbing overdramtically onto one of the couches in the room.
"Ah, zer you are!" Fleur's mother said to Mrs. Weasley as she came in. "My daughter's been having zee fit, since zis morning vhen she arrived. She vanted to zee you as soon as possible." Fleur's mother led Mrs. Weasley over to Fleur's strong, yet fragile body.
"Sweetheart?" Mrs. Weasley addressed Fleur as she sat on the couch next to her. Fleur looked up quickly.
"MOLLY!" Fleur threw her arms around Mrs. Weasley's neck, who looked taken aback. "Oh, Molly, I am such zee mezz. Doo yoo zee me? Such a mezz." Fleur released Mrs. Weasley and wiped her nose with the tissue in her hand.
"Honey, what happened? You where fine yesterday, fine even this morning." Molly asked as she put a strand of Fleur's blonde hair behind her left ear.
"I doon't know. I came here, and I vas thinking," She paused, "Molly, doo yoo luve me?" Fleur asked, her blue eyes full of unshed tears. "I luve Bill, Molly, but if yoo doo not luve me, how can I truly be a part of 'iz family?" She sniffed, waiting for Mrs. Weasley response. Mrs. Weasley waited a moment before responding.
"Of course I love you Fleur. I wouldn't let Bill marry you if I didn't." She smiled slightly, which was enough for Fleur.
"Oh Molly! I knew it vas true!" She stood. "Hurry Mama, I 'ave to get married to the luve of my life." She smiled widely. And with that, all of the girls began to change, preparing for the beautiful wedding that was about to happen.
Meanwhile, the boys were in the hall, waiting. Harry had been fiddling with a flower Mrs. Weasley had pinned him with that morning. Ron, however, looked a mess.
"What's got you so upset?" Harry asked as Ron walked past him.
"Huh? Ah, nothing, Harry, just...anxious, is all." Ron said as he sat down in a pew.
"You do know you have to escort Hermione, right?" Ron gulped and nodded. Before Harry could question anything further, guests began to flood the hall, so Harry and Ron made their way to the back to get ready to escort Ginny and Hermione, Fleur's Bride's Maids. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour came rushing up the aisle to take their seats on their respective sides. Hermione walked up to Ron.
"You ready?" She asked, smiling. Ron, who looked as though someone had knocked the wind out of him as he stared at Hermione, simply nodded. Hermione, Ginny, and Gabrielle were all wearing matching dresses, lilac in color, satin in material, with a halter top, and a frumpled stlyed back.
Gabrielle, who was given the job of flower girl, lined up and headed down the aisle first. Music began to play as she tossed flowers carelessly from her white basket. Next, Ron and Hermione made their way down the aisle, quickly followed by Ginny and Harry. And finally, escorted by Mr. Weasley himself, came Fleur, with a beautiful strapless white gown, with a frumpled bottom, and gloves. Everyone stood, as she walked down the aisle. She was the epitome of beauty at that moment, but Harry couldn't help but look over at Ginny, and stare. It pained him to be with her today, but not be able to share the full romance of the moment. Then, Ginny looked up at him, a sad smile on her beautifully freckled face. Harry did his best to smile, then turned his attention back to Fleur and Mr. Weasley. Fleur, who was now no longer crying, made her way up to Bill, and Charlie, who was his best man, as a man in bright purple dress robes and a long silver beard performed the ceremony. Harry instantly thought of Dumbledore at the sight of the man, and a wave of sorrow filled him. He frowned, but pushed the feelings aside, today was not a day to be unhappy. Harry, had never seen a wizarding wedding, actually, he had never seen one at all, but he knew what he had seen on tv. He was just thrilled to get to see one in person, even if it was the only one he ever attended. Even if he himself never had a wedding, he was glad he could share this moment with his friends, and with Bill and Fleur.
The reception which, according to Mrs. Weasley, would be catered by none other than herself, was almost as beautiful as the wedding itself. Fred and George, who had, until that point, been lurking around suspiciously, walked over to where Harry had been sitting and sipping his butterbeer.
"Harry," Fred began, "We've got a job for you." George finished.
"It's not something that's gonna put me 6 feet under with your Mum, now is it?" Harry asked, a smile playing across his face as he searched the room for Mrs. Weasley.
"Never." Fred lied.
"It more of a...favor, if you ask me." George said as both of the Weasley boys' faces lit up with smiles.
"Alright, I'll do it." Harry said.
"That's a good boy, Harry." George said.
"You won't regret it, believe me." Fred said as he picked up a box and handed it to Harry. "Just give one of these to everyone."
"What are they?" Harry asked as he picked up a small, silky white bag from the box.
"You'll see." They said in unison. "That is, if we're lucky." Fred said.
"And Mum doesn't catch us." George said, and with that, they walked away laughing.
Harry recruited Ron to help him with the distribution of the small, white, silky bags. A few moments after the boys had finished, Mrs. Weasley walked over to Fred and George, looking as though she were ready to explode.
"What is this?" She snapped at them as she held up one of Fred and George's bags. The words, Harry had failed to notice, "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes" were sewn in silver thread into each of the bags that Harry and Ron had distributed.
"Worry not, Mum, they're just favors, like we said." George said, as though there was nothing wrong with it.
"Go ahead, open it, Mum." Fred said, as he took a sip of his butterbeer. Mrs. Weasley, who had been appalled at the idea presented to her, just stood there, mouth open, staring at the boys.
"You two..." She began, fumming, but her words were soon interupted by the loud sound of a crack and thunderous cheers from somewhere in the room. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to the person who had set off one of Fred and George's "favors". It turned out to be Mrs. Delacour, Fleur's mother, who looked both stunned and ammused.
"Zis vas such a charming idea." She said as she handed the favor to Mrs. Weasley as she laughed. The words "Thank you for coming" were displayed on the open side of a box, that shot confetti out at the person who opened it and then applauded.
"There's candy in the bags too." Fred piped in as Mrs. Weasley stared at the box in her hand.
"But, none of the bad kind. Actually, we took the liberty of making a line of candy that is perfectly safe, with no side effects, just for kicks." George said as he looked at Fred and they both smiled. Mrs. Weasley handed the box to George as she walked away silently, stunned. Harry laughed.
"Brillant idea." He said "Making your Mum worry over nothing like that." They smiled.
"It's what kids are for." Fred said.
"Well, that's atleast what we're for." George said as he and Fred walked away laughing. Harry smiled and looked at the favor that George had handed him. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all, if he had friends to help him through it all. Maybe not. Love, that's all he needed to get through this, right? Dumbledore himself said how important it was; he had risked his life for Harry because of it. Harry had decided that it was. If it was enough for Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards to ever exist, then it would be enough for him, Harry Potter, one of the luckiest of wizards to ever exist. And with that Harry walked over to his friends who were laughing and smiling, as he hoped this wouldn't be the last time they would all be together.
This wasn't my favorite chapter to write, actually, it was quite hard to. I've never been to a wizarding wedding (duh!), and I've only been to one real wedding, so, yeah. I promise the next chapter will be more plot fulfilling, I just wanted Bill and Fleur to get married first, they deserve atleast that much...sniff -.- To my reviewers: Thank you so much for your honesty. I shall keep your comments in mind. But, another thing to keep in mind too - This is my first fanfic, so please, don't shoot me if I don't get the hang of it right away. :) Thanks for reading; tell me what you think!