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E.D./N: Faithfulwriter is a complete moron who forgot that she was writing a wizard/witch wedding and put the males in tuxes. I informed her of this but she was too lazy to fix it and I don't blame her. So, if you have a problem with it you can take it and shove it up your…
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers. I really appreciate your comments and they help a lot. Here's a new one. Enjoy.
Chinese Phoenix: I'm glad you like the story. Thanks for reading it!
And before you read I feel I should say this chapter has plenty of fluff—it is the Wedding scene after all. I've never really written a 'wizarding wedding' scene before so I hope you like it. And as my friend said, I messed up but it's 3 am and I'm not changing it! I hope you all enjoy this one!
Chapter 6: A Wizard Wedding Arrives
They arrived at the Burrow early that morning; there was a lot to do before the wedding ceremony at 7:00. Ginny and Hermione rushed up the stairs of the Burrow, leaving Ron and the others in the dust.
"We've got to go too. Bill will be expecting us soon. I hope Fred and George are already there," Charlie told Ron.
"I reckon so. We'll see you later Harry," Ron waved to Harry before the Disapparated from the burrow. Harry, Lupin and Tonks all looked at each other. None of them knew what to do or where to go. They wandered around the burrow, looking for someone but they weren't having any luck.
"Oh Merlin! You scared me Remus!" Mrs. Weasley jumped as she turned the corner.
"Sorry Molly. Is there anything we can do to help?" Remus asked. Her face lit up at the thought.
"I'm sure I can find a few things for you to do." With a smile, Mrs. Weasley turned to her list on the door, which she handed to the three. "Take your pick." Harry's eyes traveled down the list…this would be fun. If that was what you wanted to call it.
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"Eet eez not fitting reyt!" Fleur cried aloud. "Vhat eez wrong weeth theez theeng?" Fleur's mother tried to help but it was no use.
"You vell have to vear somezing elz. I do not know vhat eez vrong weeth eet."
"No. I have to wear eet. I promised Bill zat I vould. It vas heez grandmozer's…Molly vent truw so much trouble to find eet...No. It veel have to fit," Fleur's hands shook. Ginny and Hermione looked at each other. They had to help her.
"Maybe this will help." Ginny pointed her wand to Fleur's hand. The necklace that hung from it grew longer and bigger. "Now try." Fleur put the necklace on with ease.
"Oh Gihnnee! Thank you! You do not know vhat you did for me!" Fleur cried, throwing her arms around Ginny.
"Not bad for someone who doesn't care at all?" Ginny muttered as Fleur turned away.
"Vook at ze time! You gerls have to vet drussed. Eet eez almost time…" Ginny looked at Hermione, who smiled at her as they walked over to Fleur.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled running over to him. "Bill saved you a seat in the front…he wanted me to tell you."
"Ok. Thanks." Harry replied, not really thinking about the wedding.
"Are you ok mate?"
"I'm fine. Just tired. They're lining up. You better go." Ron looked at Harry and nodded. Harry pointed in the direction of the rest of the Weasleys and Ron followed his finger with a gaze. "OH!" Ron's brain jumped back into his body and together they ran to join his brothers.
Harry walked hastily to the front row by the aisle and took a seat beside a girl with dark eyes and white skin, which was full of freckles. Her hair was long and dark red—so dark it looked black. Harry couldn't help but think that it looked like the color blood made when it came in contact with outside air…though blood was red, which he knew very well, he also knew how it could turn to that shade of black that filled your heart with angst and stained your soul and mind forever.
The girl did not look over at Harry. She sat with her mother, who looked uncomfortable and her father, who Harry couldn't help but think reminded him of Mrs. Weasley. Harry looked around him. This was what their wedding would be? Harry couldn't help but think that if he and Ginny ever…he couldn't do that now.
He looked around again. This backyard wedding was exactly what Harry didn't expect. The chairs they sat on where old, wooden and some were falling apart. The aisle that was between the rows was red. At the end of the red, was a what Muggles called a gazebo. But this one was not in the best shape. It looked as if it could fall down and kill them all.
Harry was sure he was the only one who thought anything of it however, because no one else seemed to notice. If they had they had not said anything. The music began to play as a soft breeze blew through the backyard of the Burrow. There was a clasp of light and everything around Harry changed.
The trees surrounding the edge of the forest were now adorned with yellow and orange roses. The chairs they were sitting on had turned from plain lawn chairs to beautiful tall back white silk chairs, with honeydew yellow and pale orange bows, which alternated from one seat to the next.
The aisle between the two rows of seats was now a long white cloth. At the end of the runway was a huge gazebo-like tower. There were two poles that went into the ground on both sides of where the ceremony's performer would stand. The two poles reached to the ceiling, which was draped with cloths of white. Around all the poles were the yellow and orange roses that matched the trees.
Everyone stood as Bill started down the aisle, his father on one side and Fleur's father on the other. They took a stance at the gazebo. Mr. Weasley had on a white suit with a yellow undershirt while Mr. Delacour had on the orange. Charlie wore an elegant typical black suit. Then the music came on again and the bridesmaids came through.
Leading the group was Fred and Angelina Johnson. Fred had a smile on his face. It wasn't the mischievous-I'm-up-to-something-you'd-never-expect kind either; this smile was one that was proud, well mannered and happy. The smile held no mischief but the eyes did, Harry noticed as Fred walked past with Angelina…who looked beautiful with her pale orange knee-length dress on and bouquet of white lilies. Fred was wearing the pale yellow cummerbund and tie.
Behind them was Fleur's cousin, Anzel with Charlie. Anzel was as beautiful as Fleur. Her golden locks were curled and reached to her lower back. Her dress was orange too, but it reached to her ankles. She also carried white lilies. Charlie had on the yellow, like Fred, which made Harry assume that's what George and Ron would be wearing too, since they all had red hair.
Sure enough, the next two down the aisle were Ron and Hermione. True to form Ron had on the yellow. He smiled with Hermione on his arm as they walked but he kept fidgeting around in his suit. Hermione would toss him a look every time he did. Her brown hair was pulled up and she looked years older than she really was.
The last two down the aisle were Ginny and George. George was proudly holding the arm of his beautiful sister. She was always beautiful but was more so on this day than any that Harry could recall, not that he could think right now. He was watching her as she walked. Her golden yellow dress made her look like…er…something…but Harry couldn't even find the words to think.
Gabrielle came out, tossing orange and yellow petals onto the white runway. Fleur came out finally, looking radiant in her white dress and carrying her springy bouquet of roses and lilies. Her mum and Mrs. Weasley escorted her down the aisle, something that seemed to be making everyone cry, though Harry didn't know why.
Harry watched, in wonder, his first wizard/witch wedding. The customs were very unusual. And though he had never seen a live Muggle wedding, he knew they were not like this. Fleur and Bill exchanged vows of eternal love and togetherness even in death; their parents sent off two doves, one for each family, and they only if they flew together could the two finish the ceremony. When the doves joined, the parents said a vow to show them the ways of the married and then they were seated on the opposite side of their child.
There was also a time where any of the guests could throw out dilemmas of marriage that would have to be answered…this however did not happen. Harry only assumed again that everyone thought they had been through enough. Then the couple said their own written vows and drank from a cup. Then there was a Veela song and the happy couple kissed and Apparated to the reception, which was merely 3 feet away.
Harry was tired now and a bit confused. He wanted to sleep but when he saw Ginny walk by and a guy whistle at her, he was wide awake.
A/N: So there it went…hope you liked it. Don't forget to review and the next chapter will be up soon…and I promise it'll be worth it! Thanks for reading!