Author's Note
Okay, longer chapter this time. Wedding! Please review, it means a lot, and encourages me to write more. And I know you're out there cause I can see how many hits the story has. So I love you all! Reviews are love!
Disclaimer- I own no one but Gwen in this story.

The next day dawned clear and sunny, with not a cloud in the sky. The backyard had been transformed into a beautiful garden for the event. A large, white stood in front of an array of chairs, an aisle down the middle. It had all taken months to prepare for. Guests were beginning to arrive when Gwen stepped out into the yard, and most of the wedding party was running around frantically.

Harry stood near the gate, his job being that of a greeter and usher, but he turned when he saw Gwen approaching.

She looked gorgeous. Fleur had chosen silver and pale blue as her wedding colors. Gwen's dress was a perfect fit. It was a silver satin, that clung to her body and was draped beautifully, it barely brushed the ground when she walked. A pale blue sash was tied about her waist, and she carried a small bouquet of white lilies. Her long red-golden hair was mostly swept back, but a few strands had worked themselves free from her updo and framed her face. In place of the time-turner, a delicate strand of pearls hung around her neck.

She smiled at him as she approached.

"Harry…"
"You look amazing."
She blushed in spite of herself. "Well you don't clean up too bad yourself."

He had worn his nice dress robes, giving him a more mature, grown-up appearance. But he hadn't managed to tame his hair, it still stuck out ever which-way.

"Harry, I have to tell you something. Later, I think, would be better. We don't want to ruin the moment."
He gave her a lopsided smile, "Sure, I'll talk to you later then."
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later." She started to walk away, back towards the house to get ready for the ceremony."

"Gwen!"
She turned, "Yes?"
"Save a dance for me? At the reception?" He was blushing now.
She grinned. "Of course!"

The wedding went off wonderfully. Fleur owned the evening. As soon as she stepped out and the bridal march began to play, all eyes were on her, and never left her the rest of the night. It was generally agreed the Bill Weasley was one of the luckiest men alive.

Harry found Gwen later, at the reception, seated at the wedding party table in deep conversation with Ginny.
"May I have this dance, Miss Guinevere?' he asked, bowing low and offering his hand, trying to hide his smile.
"What are you, trying to be my Arthur, Mr. Potter?" she replied, grinning. He blushed furiously but she took his hand, and they walked out onto the dance floor.

Oddly enough, it wasn't as awkward as Gwen had expected it to be. Harry wasn't that bad of a dancer, and the two of them just seemed to fit together as he guided them across the floor with the other couples.

"Harry, about what I was going to say earlier…"
"About you not wanting to spoil the moment?" he asked.
"Yes, well, do you remember what I said when I first got here? About my parent's research?"
"Yeah, about how they were studying Voldemort's history and how to defeat him." The couple nearest to them glared at Harry's mentioning of his name.

"Well they discovered a way."
"A way to what?"
"A way to defeat him Harry, by going into his past." They had just gone into a dip, and Harry nearly dropped her on the floor.
"What?!" he hissed
"It's complicated, but they left all of their research to me, should anything happen, and there's a way. You would have to use the time-turner, but basically you have to kill him as he was at your age Harry. At Hogwart's, where all of his evil was born."

Harry stared at her.
"Harry, just think, by killing him there, before he even begins to act on his plans, you could save thousands of lives and virtually change your's and everyone else's. You could save your parents Harry."

She could see the sudden anger in Harry's normally bright green eyes and he dropped her hand. "You know what you said about not wanting to ruin the moment? Well I think you just did." He turned and walked away, leaving her alone on the dance floor.

Gwen stood by herself for a moment, contemplating whether or not to go after him. Her brain was screaming at her 'Why did you do that you stupid girl?!' She felt like crying, it had been so wonderful until she had to open her big mouth.
She ran off the floor towards the house. She was going to write that letter to McGonagall, explaining everything she had just told Harry. This had to happen, it was the only way.