(A/N: Hey, for once we may actually make our deadline! This must be a first! laughs Most of the important stuffs at the bottom, but I do have one thing to point out here. If you have not read Cursed, go do that. If you opt not to this story isn't going to make much sense.)

Chapter One

Harry sighed and straitened his tie. Today was the day, the big one. Where his life would end and he would start their life, together. Beside him Ron fidgeted anxiously with his tux.

"Relax, would you, you'd think you were getting married instead of me!" Harry snapped at the red head.

"Sorry, Harry." Ron apologized, "I'm as nervous as you are. Just think, after this you'll really be part of the family."

"I'm not already?" Harry put a falsely shocked look on his face.

"Of course you are!" Ron looked horrified and Harry nearly went down laughing.

"Don't ruin your tux before the wedding Potter!" A blonde head appeared through the door. "Are you two ready, the preacher says it's time to go."

The two couples had decided on a joint muggle wedding, for the sake of Hermione's parents, to be followed with a formal bonding ceremony, two weeks later. They had found a large old fashioned cathedral style church that the two girls had immediately fallen in love with and insisted they book. The preacher was from the church Hermione's parents attended, and Harry could have sworn half the population of Great Britain was there to witness the event.

All in all it was going to be trying day, but there would be no putting it off. Checking his appearance in the mirror one last time, he grabbed Ron and dragged him into the sanctuary of the huge church.

"Why are you nervous, exactly?" Draco asked the red head.

"I don't know, okay! I just am!"

"When he gets married, remind me to sedate him." Harry murmured to Draco with a look at his friend.

"Why, so he can answer Iaaaahhhhuuuhhh doooouuuuuhhhh?" Draco grinned and Harry did his best to hold in the laugh that was trying to escape.

"I'm not going to drug him that much." Harry admonished the older boy before taking his place near the altar, Draco on his right, Ron on his left.

Looking at the people that filled the church, he saw Neville and several of their other class mates that had been invited to the wedding.

"Nervous, Draco?" A cultured voice asked from behind the three. When Harry turned he saw Blaise Zabini, Draco's best man.

"Not at all; have you been preening all this time?" Draco asked Blaise jokingly.

"Of course," Blaise smiled and took his place on Ron's left.

Harry started to ask why Blaise was at the end, rather than next to Draco, but was stopped when the music changed and the wedding party began walking down the isle. First came Luna and a dark headed girl who used to attend Muggle School with Hermione, the two were the maids of honor, following them was Fred and George, the ring bearers. Every one in the church had a little bit of a laugh when, half way down the isle the twins stopped and traded rings, acting confused; beside Harry, Ron groaned.

When the four took their places at the front, the music once again changed to 'here comes the bride.' A pair of girls, one six the other eight and both blonde appeared, each holding a basket of flower petals. The two were cousins of Hermione's and absolutely adorable in their pale green dresses. Harry quickly averted his eyes as Hermione and Ginny both stepped into the door way. He took a moment to notice how beautiful Hermione was before he locked his eyes on Ginny.

Ginny's flaming red hair was a stark contrast to her white gown making her, if possible, even more beautiful. Her normally pale skin looked creamy and her eyes bright. She was, to sum it all up, the most gorgeous woman Harry had ever, or would ever, see in his life. Somewhere in the church two babies giggled.

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Harry couldn't remember much of what happened after that until he got to the reception, though he did vaguely recall Ginny nudging him so he'd say I do. He looked around the crowded room for his wife, she had gone to check on Ron, who had passed out somewhere around "you may kiss the bride."

Molly was somewhere with the twins, Draco was dancing with Hermione, no was screaming in pain or fear. There was no one here intending to kill someone. For this moment at least, Harry realized, all was at peace in his world.

(Okay, so it's short, just something to get started with. Important stuff: I told you there was some coming, did I not? First off, I know slow updates get annoying, but we're asking you, once again, to please be patient with us. Tailer is trying to get sleep penciled in somewhere right now, and I'm working on a HUGE Hamlet project for English (which I HATE). By the way, does anyone know any important quotes from act 1? Please be patient, please! Cheers! –Becky)