Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Ron - or any of the Weasley's for that matter - about seeing Percy. He didn't think Mr. Mrs. Weasley could handle the shock, or Ron would say he's mad.

Harry remained quiet about that topic after they finished their cake at the reception.

The Weasley's had also found a different part of their garden to hold the reception.

They had set up a wood floor outside, with a food and refreshments table over by the corner along with chairs, and a large cleared spot in the middle of the floor. Harry and Ron had been sitting there, watching Fleur dance with Ginny to an upbeat song by the Weird Sisters (which was blasting out of a karaoke machine). ("Zould you like to dance to zees zong, Geeny? Eet is my favorite British zong." "Erm…okay.")

Gabrielle hesitantly made her way over to Harry. She had been gradually moving over to him the past few minutes, a very anxious and nervous look on her face. Another fan girl, perhaps?

"'Arry," Gabrielle said softly, when she was a foot away from Harry. "Vould - vould zou like to dance? "

She suddenly turned tomato-red in the face. Though she had some veela in her, this did not attract Harry as when Ginny blushed.

"Erm, okay," Harry said, since he had nothing else to do.

Fleur's favorite song was over, and now this song was less upbeat. Gabrielle kept looking over her shoulder nervously, as though she expected another Harry fan girl to attack her.

Instead of Harry fan girl, another sort of girl was watching suspiciously.

Of course I'm being way to obsessive and overprotective, Ginny thought to herself as she shook her head. This is what the girls who don't trust their boyfriends do, isn't it? Well, technically my relationship is a little weird, but I know Harry, for Merlin's sake! It's just a dance, and I'm not getting worked up about it….

But maybe the reason Ginny was thinking this was because she wanted to dance with Harry also. She, or he, weren't exactly dancing-like people, but she still wanted to.

After the dance was over, Harry and Ron departed for Ron's room. Ron had suggested it with a very pale face, and with the same tone he used that morning when he had objected to anything troubling him.

When they reached Ron's room, he immediately covered his hands on his face and moaned dramatically.

"Okay Ron, this is enough," Harry said firmly. "There's something up, and you need to tell me."

"I know!" Ron said through his hands. "Well, you're probably the only one in the house who doesn't know - "

"Go on," Harry urged.

"Alright! Hermione and I have - "

Harry didn't need Ron to finish; he had heard enough. This didn't come to him as much as a surprise, though.

So Ron and Hermione had finally started dating. They were very different, but if they didn't like each other this much, it wouldn't have happened, would it?

But of course there had been the clues: Ron, in fourth year, had not been exactly defending Hermione's decision to go to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, but angry with her choice perhaps out of jealousy.

Then, two years later, it was Hermione's turn to get jealous. Ron and Lavender, the ("Snog Hog"),

had certainly awakened Hermione's interests in Ron, even though he criticized her on a weekly basis. But, there was certainly some, chemistry, shall we say?

Funny how the Golden Trio only have only fallen in love with people after seeing them with other people.

"I wanted to tell you, Harry," Ron said, removing his hands from his face and sitting down on his bed.

"But, I just didn't know how! Ginny, of course, being good friends with Hermione, knew, so she told Fred and George, and Fleur overheard so she told Bill and Bill told Mum and Dad - "

"Interesting," Harry said, very amused by the family rumor. "So…are you guys, er, 'steady'?"

Er, well, yeah, since I'm not seeing other girls," Ron said. "But we decided nothing like serious snogging, just see how everything turns out, 'cause you know how we always fight."

"Who doesn't know?" Harry responded. "Wait - about the thing Hermione said a while ago: 'As my - ' Boyfriend was the missing word, wasn't it?"

"I think so,"

"And the tissue box, feel comfortable sharing that with me?"

"No, not really, but I guess I will. Er…snog session…."

Harry laughed. "What happened to taking it slow, Ron?"

"It wasn't Lavender-snog; you know Hermione'd never allow it. I'm not saying I wanted too, though." he added sharply.

And you barely escaped your mum, did you?"

"Actually, yeah,"

"But Hermione did use a tissue, right?"

"Oh, Merlin, yes. Before snogging, thank you very much."

"Just curious,"

"Now, since you've asked me all these questions," Ron said, abruptly changing the subject. "You have to tell me about yours. God, we sound like girls, eh?"

"Well, there isn't anything, honestly."

"I wouldn't think so. You don't snog Ginny, now do you?"

"It all comes down to safety, really; I don't want anyone hurt. But it's something I have to do, isn't it? Maybe, just maybe, if I can finish off the Horcruxes and Voldemort - "

"Good goal, mate."

Just then, Hermione poked her head in the doorway, looking anxious.

"Oh, there you two are," she said. "Um…what were you talking about?"

By the look on her face, she was charged guilty.

"Hermione!" Ron said. "You've been eavesdropping, haven't you?"

Hermione clenched her teeth. "Maybe a little…."

"This certainly is awkward," Harry said in a casual voice.

"Okay," Hermione said, sitting down next to Ron. "Maybe I sort of, kind of, a little bit followed you two upstairs."

She suddenly turned crimson, giving Ron a small smile.

"At least I don't have to tell you what Harry knows," he said, leaning back.

Hermione turned to Harry.

"Seems unbelievable, doesn't it?"

"If you say so," said Harry.

Finding nothing else to do, the trio went back downstairs, only to find Mrs. Weasley sitting at the table, reading a letter addressed to "Miss G. Weasley" in green ink.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry said. "Is that the Hogwarts letter?"

"Oh, yes," she said, looking up at them. "They had only just arrived - here -"

Mrs. Weasley passed Harry, Ron, and Hermione their letters. Harry opened his apprehensively.

It said,

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is our displeasure to inform you that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has closed. Given the recent events, we find that it would be safer to close the school. The following shows other available schools to attend.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

Harry looked at the other piece of parchment folded behind it. There were some other school names, and one of them including a familiar one he knew: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

"Blimey," Ron muttered, setting his letter down and looking at them. "It sounds shut down for good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," said Hermione. "Until the Wizarding world isn't in danger anymore, I think."

"Mum," said Ron, turning to his mother. "Are you still gonna send us to school?"

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley thoughtfully. "I have to discuss it with you father. You may not need to, but Ginny certainly has to."