Harry woke suddenly. The bright fall sunlight poured through the window, poking Harry hard in the eyes. Straightening his glasses, which he hadn't taken off before falling asleep last night, Harry got out of bed, and started to get dressed for the wedding, thinking all the time.

Since she kissed me last night, does that mean we are together now? Or did she do it out of spite to remind me of what i let go? Regardless of her intentions behind her little 'present', Harry had made up his mind, seemingly out of nowhere. He wanted to be with her. No. I need to be. I can't live with that thump going on every time i see her, or think of her.

Now the only think left to do would be actually asking her. Maybe tonight would be a good night for it. He briefly wondered if the wedding, and perhaps some firewhiskey, would set the mood for the question. Sighing, he threw his previous days robes against the wall, and turned to leave. He stopped when her heard a mettalic clack. Striding over to the robes, he emptied the pockets onto the bed.

A gold box flobbed onto his bed. OH. I forgot about that. I wonder what dad left me? And it was open. He briefly remembered a clicking noise soon after Ginny had left. Inside was a note. It was kind of a let down. He had expected some sort of item. A family heirloom or something like that. He unfolded it, and read:

Harry, if your reading this, it means i'm dead and didn't get to give it to you on your big day, the day you become a man. What i'm about to tell you is worth more than the gold in the world, is more important that anything you'll ever read. A long time ago, an order was created by a devine being, in order to pick those whose true potential will be unlocked. It's a quest of sorts. I can't tell you where, but i am allowed to tell you what will unlock my alter, the alter of Animagi. You need only perform something primal, in view of the alter, and it will unlock and allow you to take part in my part of the quest. All of the greatest wizards of all time have been a part of this: Morgana, Dumbledore, Godric Gryffindor, Merlin. But not all of them have been good. There's dark wizards who have made it. All i can say for certain is, if me and your mother truly died, then your...home away from homes would be a place to start. Look for me in the grove of the phoenix. All my love,

James.

Harry shook his head, confused. He'd ask Hermione about it tomorrow. Today, he had a wedding to attend.

--

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he was marched over to the fireplace by Mrs. Weasley, who said in a strained voice, "Come on dear, in your get, the destination's set. We thought it would be better to do it in Paris, you know less risk of death eater activity there. Ron and Hermion and Ginny are already there." There was a knowing look in her eye as she mentioned Ginny. Harry blushed and stepped into the fireplace.

The worold revolved for a sickening few seconds, and Harry fell forward, his arms outstretched to break the fall.

There was a snigger as he picked himself up and brushed himself off. Harry glared at Ron and muttered, "Oh shut it..." He had never gotten a hang of landing right when he flooed anywhere.

Putting a straight face on, Ron said, "It's ok mate, i still can't handle the Knight Bus. Don't worry about it.." Yet there was still a thin layer of mirth in his voice, and Harry glared at him until all traces of amusement were gone.

"All the girls, even Hermione have gone spare," said Ron in an undertone, as a sobbing girl ran past, "all they've done is cry about how beautiful 'the sanctity of marriage is', how lucky Fleur was, how they can't wait to be married, and how beautiful everything is. I tell you, the only reason i'd get hitched would be for the food and the presents!" He grinned as he pointed to a mountain of presents, and three tables sagging with food of differing sorts. The walked over and started craming plated with food, and sat down and dug in. They were both considerably full when Ginny and Hermione walked over, and took seats next to them.

Ginny looked as if she had been crying for the entire time she'd been there, but she seemed anything but sad. "Oh! Look at that girls dress! It's beautiful!" A few tears slide down her face, and Harry heard Ron snigger.

Hermione chimmed in by saying, "Yes it is, but i think that one is nicer!" They bother argues about different dresses, pointing out various flaws in some, seemed awed by some, and eventaully were content to just sit and watch people flounce by, while Ron and Harry sat there, bewildered.

When Hermione commented on yet another dress, Ron rolled his eyes, and mouthed, "Told you so!" over to Harry, who was having trouble concentrating, due to the low cut nature of Ginny's dress. Once or twice, he was sure she had seen him looking, he was at least sure she grinned shyly whenever he did look, and was getting more confused, frusterated and distracted by the minute, until she said, "You'll dance with me, won't you Harry?"

"Wha-?" stammered Harry, his mouth slightly open.

"Oh for heavens sake, they're just breasts, pull your tongue back in your mouth and answer me!" she snapped crossly.

"Well don't get mad at me, you were the one that went and put it one!" Harry bristled crossly.

"Whatever!" she snapped.

She got up and walked off, in a huff.

Both Hermione and Ron were staring at him.

"What?" He snapped.

Ron grimaced and said, "Well you weren't exactly...being a gentlemen."

Harry scowled and said, "Hark who's talking."

"So the kissing thing didn't work out last night?" Asked Hermione, in a tender voice.

Harry's eye's bulged, and he spluttered, "Wha-? How did you find out about that?"

She rolled her eye's and said, "For heavens sake, Harry! We're girls! We take about everything! Well, it was actually, my idea in the first place."

Harry's jaw dropped and he nearly yelled, "WHAT? Why? So your in on seducing me too?"

He got up and stomped over to the food table, not remotely hungry, or happy, anymore.

Why had Ginny just snapped at me like that? It's not like i couldn't help it...those things were just..there! How was i supposed to not look? I should go and find her and apoligize.

He looked for her for about an hour. He was still no where close to finding her, when a loud voice resounded over the entirety of the crowd.

"Please take your seats everyone. The Marital Ritual is about to take place."

Harry sighed and took a seat. It was almost like a normal muggle wedding except for the end. When Bill was told to kiss the Bride, he did so, and as soon as their lips met, a golden aura blasted off of both of them. It passed through the crowd harmlessly, but everyone seemed a lot more cheerful.

He watched happily as Bill and Fleur experianced their first dance as a married couple. Other people began to join in, and Harry was thinking about apparating to the Burrow so he could sleep when someone tapped his shoulder.

It was Ginny. She looked close to tears, this time, they weren't angry, or happy, but sad.

He hugged her tightly and said, "I'm so sorry Ginny, i didn't mean to snap. It's just...i can't help it. You may not think they are something special, but..i do!" He laughed briefly. "Call me a boy, whatever you wanna do. Just know that i am sorry."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. She gave him a watery smile and said, "It's ok Harry. I shouldn't have snapped either... i've just been so stressed out."

Harry thought that now was the time do the thing. "I know i hurt you, but i can't stand it anymore. I need to be with you. Will you go back out with me?"

Pure joy and wonder lite up her face, and she nodded shyly, and, taking his hands, began to slowly revolve on the spot. As he spun and twirled her to the music, he thought slowly, This is the girl i love. Maybe this will be us in ten years. Will you marry me?, he asked sarcastically in his mind.

Ginny looked as if she had been struck. Then her voice resonated in his head, I do.

She slowly brought her lips to his. As soon as they touch a golden light seemed to explode from between them.

The music stopped. Everyone stopped talking and stared at Harry and Ginny. A red blush had krept up Ginny's neck, and one slowly started up Harry's face. Mr and Mrs. Weasley pusehd their way through.

"Come on lad. Time to leave." Mr. Weasley said. Their was a vein pulsing in his neck. He looked closer to losing it then he had ever been.

They turned and apparated back to the Burrow.

--

As soon as they entered the living room, him and Harry were thrust into the couch, by two very livid parents.

"Explain yourself!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed at Ginny.

"I don't know what happened mum, don't yell i'm confused enough as it is!"

As that moment a sharp jolt raced up Harry's arm, and a silver ring began forming around Harry's marriage finger, while a gold one was snaking up Ginny's arm. When they finally solidified, Mrs. and Mr. Weasly were crying.

Harry was the first to speak. "Sir- What happened? What's going on?"

"It seems Harry, that you and Ginny are now...married." He was no longer angry, but there was defenite pain in his eyes.

Harry was lost for words. Suddenly Ginny reached across and grabbed a hold of his hand.

"How?" is all she said. Her voice was filled with wild happiness, and wonder.

"When your at a wedding, a true one, the wedding is blessed by true and real love. Anyone can get married, if, as you saw, the aurum blestin, or gold blessing occurs between a married couple. The only think that needs to be there for it to happen, is real and true love, and the question. So which one asked?" her voice became sturn towards the end.

He was about to answer when Mr. Weasley held up his hand to silence him.

"I don't care. All i know is that you too truly love each other, and that is good enough for me. Ginerva, now that your married, you have all the rights as a legal wizard. You have effectively come of age. I would also like to say this. An Aurum marriage is a little...different than a normal one. You will constantly want to be in contact with each other," he noted their hands, which were intertwined lovingly, "and you'll need to live with each other, otherwise, the magic will fail. And when that happens...lets just say its not good. So. Even though it sounds insane, we'll need to put you, Harry, down in Ginny's room, and when you return to Hogwarts, we will speak to Minerva about getting you some private quarters. On a personal note," his eyes brimmed with tears as he said, "we're happy to finally really have you in the family. I love you son."