At home a teary eyed-Lily meet them at the door.
"Harry, dear your speech was wonderful! I am so glad that you are home now!"
"Mum, I need to breath!"
James laughed as Lily released her son from her grasp. Harry suddenly remembered the rolls of film that he had to show his dad.
"There is something I HAVE to show you before Sirius comes dad, I think you will appreciate it."
He summoned his pictures and warned James to sit down before he looked at
them. The first picture almost had James on the floor laughing. The second
did have him on the floor laughing. In fact Harry was worried that his father
was going to chock because he was laughing so hard. James was laughing
all the way through dinner. Finally Lily got annoyed at the constant stream
of laughter she pointed her wand at him and muttered, "gravis," that made
him stop laughing at once.
Harry was nervously awaiting the next day. He knew that his
godfather would not partially happy with him after the pranks that he had
pulled on the last couple of days of school. Harry thought it would be best if
he stayed up in his room for awhile that morning so that Sirius had time to
calm down. (He had been planning on using the calming spells all of break
but seeing the results of that he thought it might not be the smartest thing
to do.) Harry heard a knock at the door. He silently walked down the stairs
to see who it was and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Remus. The doorbell
rang again. Harry apperated up to his bedroom, hoping that Sirius wouldn't
find him there for awhile.
Sirius Black came storming into the house right after he had rung
the doorbell. He saw Remus and James in the front hall looking like they
were about to burst out laughing. He looked over to James, "WHERE IS
YOUR SON!" He yelled. Sirius had to get revenge on his godson for that
trick, that had been the most humiliating last two days of his life. James
gave Sirius a serious look. (no pun intended)
"Sirius, you and I need to talk. It is an important matter, let's go into the family room so that we can sit down."
Sirius, to say the least was confused. He meekly followed his best friend into the other room, with Remus not far behind.
"Take a seat," James said. Sirius sat and looked from one friend to the other.
"Now, Sirius I am very concerned about our friendship." James said.
Sirius was even more confused then ever now. "Harry has shown me proof that you have been getting awfully close to Snape recently, singing duets with him, holding hands, and such."
Sirius was red in the face. Remus and James burst out laughing at the look
on their best friends face. Sirius was so mad at Harry that he couldn't talk.
James and Remus were laughing so hard that they didn't even notice when
Sirius left the room to go find Harry. He found his godson sitting on the bed
with his muggle headphones up listening to music and he smiled evilly.
"Furnunculus," he muttered. Harry through his training with Ariel knew felt
the spell coming at him. Before Sirius could even knew what was happening,
Harry blocked the curse with a swift movement of his wand. Then he got off
the bed quickly ready to attack. He relaxed as soon as he saw a shocked
Sirius.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Demanded Sirius.
"A friend taught me." Harry said shortly. Sirius just stared. He was so
shocked that he completely forgot his anger towards Harry. He talked with
Harry about everyday things (Quidditch, Quidditch, and more Quidditch)
before going to find James to tell him about what just happened.
"He did WHAT?" James practically yelled after Sirius told him what happened.
"I told you he didn't even know that I was there, but when I cast the spell he seemed to know that is was coming and blocked it. No effort whatsoever!"
"Where could he have learned to cast such a powerful spell? I know they don't teach them that at Hogwarts!"
Sirius was thinking. (a dangerous thing indeed) "James, did you ever find
out where he was during that month? I mean it is a little odd that all the
signs pointed to him dead, and that there was a great struggle. But when he
came back he was in perfect, if not better then before, state! He couldn't
have been with Voldemort because Snape would have known, and he would
not have come back so easily."
James frowned. Harry had never told them where he had been for that one terrible month or why he was gone. "Let's talk to him about it."
They found Harry in his study reading a book about Quidditch World Cups. He looked up when Sirius and James entered.
"Yes?"
The two men took seats in chairs next to Harry.
"Harry we need to talk," James said. Harry looked puzzled. He hadn't done anything wrong had he?
"Harry we need to know where you were for that month."
Harry looked uncomfortable. He had been hoping that no one would ever ask him that. Ron, hearing the thoughts apperated to the Potter Mansion, because he to wanted to know where his best friend had been. Harry stared at his father, godfather, and best friend. 'They have to right to know,' he thought to himself.
"I was at Gryffindor Castle," he said slowly. Blank looks crossed the faces of the other people in the room.
"And why were you there?"
Harry looked over to his father. "You mean that you didn't know! I mean the reason I was at Gryffindor Castle was for the same reason that Voldemort wanted to kill us."
"Huh?"
"Dad, the Potters are the descendants of the Godric Gryffindor. Didn't you ever wonder why this house is called Godric's Hollow?"
James couldn't believe it. He was an heir of Godric Gryffindor, greatest of the Hogwarts four? (at least in his opinion) Because James was taking so long to pull himself together, Sirius took over the questioning. "And what did you do there?"
"Well, Ariel was training me to face Voldemort."
Harry clamped his hand over his mouth. He had to much and Sirius was now processing what Harry had just said.
"Ariel? My Ariel? My girlfriend Ariel? She knew that you were alive? And
she didn't tell me?" Sirius then got up and disaperated. Harry sighed; Ariel
was going to kill him it was supposed to be a secret. 'Oh well better go find
him' and Harry too, disaperated.
When they appeared in Ariel's house there was no trace of her there. Harry
knew that she must have gone to Gryffindor Castle for a couple of weeks for
something like a vacation for her. He was thankful. He would have no
trouble explaining to Sirius why she had done what she had done, and get
him to forgive her. They both went back to the Potter's house where James
was still sitting in the same chair, in complete shock. Ron, who was always
thinking of his stomach, had gone down to the kitchen for lunch. LUNCH! Harry ran downstairs to go get Ron.
"Ron, if we don't hurry Jay is going to kill us! Practice started 30 minutes ago, and we play for the cup in one week!" (AN- Later someone pointed out that the World Cup only takes place only every four years, but for the sake of this fic it is going to happen every year.)
Ron, who was in the middle of a sandwich, chocked as he tried to swallow
one last bite. Within five minutes they were on the pitch. Hermione gave
them her 'you should have been on time' look as they tried to slip into the
locker rooms where Jay was giving a speech. He glared as his keeper and
seeker snuck in, but didn't acknowledge them. Practice went to eleven that
night, and everyone felt as though they could barely move. Harry knew that
Oliver Wood would have been delighted with the last practice session.
The next week passed quickly. Dudley came back from school.
(Much to James' and Harry's displeasure) He seemed not to have found a
job yet, there for did not have enough money to move out. Harry waved
goodbye as he boarded the bus for Australia. (Where the Quidditch Cup was
taking place this year) Because there were a couple hours before the game
actually started, Harry, Ron, and Hermione thought it would be fun to go to
the camp sight where the people going to the game were camping. They
wore their hoods up so that no one would notice them. They glided around
looking at what people were selling. Harry smiled and pointed to miniature
figures of them walking around in one sale booth. Ron grinned when he saw
them and walked over to the booth.
"Are these really like Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley?" Ron asked, winking at his two friends.
"Oh yes! Just watch!" The sales man said. He lifted a small Harry and a small Hermione and put them together. They started smiling shyly at each other and then holding hands and even started kissing. Ron started laughing.
"May I try something?" Harry asked. The sales man nodded. This
time Harry picked up a small Ron and Hermione and put them down
together. The immediately started yelling and shouting at each other.
Hermione frowned at this and put the two little people back in their
respective places. Ron was pink in the ears and Harry was laughing now.
"You're right," Harry said to the sales person, "they are defiantly like Harry, Ron, and Hermione"
The man raised his eyebrows. "Do you know them?"
"I would hope so!" Harry said. He lowered his hood to show his face. The
man gasped. Several other people that were around gasped as well. They
were in the presence of HARRY POTTER! All of a sudden Ron started
laughing again. Harry looked over to where Ron was looking. His gaze fell
on a small Ron and Harry who seemed to get out of their separate areas and
where changing a miniature Hermione's hair color. Hermione scoffed when
she saw this and once again placed the figures where they were supposed to
go. After several photographs and autographs the trio made their way back
to the stadium where they got ready to play the game against France. Harry
grinned at the people in the stands as he flew out to begin the game.
The quaffle was released. But none of the chasers even had a
chance to score. Harry dove as soon as the whistle was blown, and caught
the snitch in less then a minute! It was a world record! The people in the
stands went crazy. Some hadn't even realized what had happened until the
commentator announced it. The France supporters were horrified. The
English team did a lap of victory, and Harry got to accept the Quidditch Cup.
Everyone clapped and cheered as he gave Hermione a long passionate kiss.
Harry felt great. He had won the Quidditch World Cup!
The next couple of months went quickly. Before they knew it the
week of the wedding approached. It was to be the social event of the year!
Everyone of importance would be there. The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore,
England's Quidditch team ect., even the Malfoy heir was invited. Harry and
Hermione decided that they would get married at Hogwarts in front of the
lake. The reception was going to take place in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It
seemed that the entire wizard world had sent them wedding presents. They
had everything from fine china to trashcans. Both Harry and Hermione
received several howlers saying that they had taken his/her boy/girl friend
from people they had never even met. The wedding had cost several million
galleons. Harry wanted everything to be perfect for Hermione. Her dress
was custom made. (At wizard weddings it was tradition for the bride to wear
a muggle-type dress and the groom to wear black dress robes) The brides'
maids also wore custom made dresses, ordered from muggle Paris. Harry
had hired professional hair and make-up artists for those in the wedding.
(Though he told Hermione that she was beautiful without make-up of any
kind but that she was going to put it on anyway and he didn't want her to
have to struggle with it.) Interior decorators and florists were hired to
decorate the place where they were to get married and the Great Hall.
Hermione insisted that they pay the house-elves that would be making the
food for the reception and the rehearsal dinner. There were photographers
hired to take pictures of everything and record the wedding. Madame
Rosmerta would be supplying the drinks for the wedding. (for a price as
well) Fred and George Weasley were getting paid not to pull pranks during
the ceremony. Harry even went so far as to pick and pay a reporter from the
Daily Prophet (who was going to have an article on it anyway) to cover the
wedding so they wouldn't have to deal with someone like Rita Skeeter. A
band had been hired. Harry had taken dance lessons before hand so that he
wouldn't stumble over anyone's feet. Dumbledore was going to cast a
powerful spell to prevent rain if it looked like it was going to pour. Security
would be top notch. Harry would not have dark wizards or anyone else ruin
his wedding. Also the Minster of Magic being there just caused there to be
even more then there would have been normally. Hermione was constantly
busy consulting with people about flowers or cloths. She couldn't believe
how Harry was spending on this wedding! As a muggle tradition it would be
her parents paying for the food at the reception and rehearsal dinner, but
that was all Harry would let them buy. Lily and James weren't letting Harry
pay for much of the wedding either. They insisted that because they had
missed most of his life that this would be making up for some of it. (They
said that there was no way to make up for all the lost time.) Two days
before the wedding Harry approached Hermione looking nervous.
"Hermione, this is the necklace that my mother wore on the day she married my father. Both of us would be honored if you wore it as well." He opened a velvet cast. Inside was the most beautiful necklace Hermione had ever see. It was silver with diamonds and sapphires on it. They glittered in the sun.
Hermione gasped. "I would love to wear this! Are you sure your mother wants me to?" Harry grinned. "Yes, it was actually supposed to be passed down from mother to daughter on my fathers side, but my dad was an only child so it went to my mother, and now to you!"
Hermione was amazed. "How long has it been in your family?" She asked.
"Since Godric Gryffindor gave it to his wife." He whispered. Hermione went into a state of shock. She was going to wear the necklace of Glenda Gryffindor!
"May I try it on?"
Harry answered by removing it from its case and fasting it around Hermione's neck and handed her a mirror he had conjured. She had expected it to feel heavy, but it was as light as a simple gold chain. When she looked in the mirror, she felt like a queen. It seemed to fit perfectly on her throat, like it was made for her. Lily came into the room.
"Oh Hermione dear, it looks wonderful on you. I need to talk to you about the flowers."
Harry knew that he had lost his fiancé and mother for awhile so her left the room to go find Ron.
The day of the wedding Harry didn't think that he was this nervous
facing Voldemort. He knew that he was doing the right thing without a doubt
but that didn't stop him from feeling like he was going to throw up any
second. The day started with Sirius and James trying force food down his
throat, so that he wouldn't faint during the ceremony.
Hermione woke up feeling as light as air. She was getting married
today! By the end of the day she would no longer be Ms. Hermione Granger.
She would be Mrs. Hermione Potter. The name just seemed right to her.
She met with her group of bridesmaids, Mrs. Potter, her mother, and Mrs.
Weasley. She spent the morning and part of the afternoon getting made up
and put into her dress.
Ron, Sirius, and his father were pulling Harry from place to place.
When the time came he escorted his mother and Mrs. Weasley into the
church. (Lily had insisted the since Mrs. Weasley had been so mother-like to
Harry his first four years of school that she, to should be considered a
mother) He stood at the front of the church with Ron on his left and the
priest in front of him. The flower girl and the ring bearer came first. Harry
had to admit that they were awfully cute. Then one by one each bridesmaids
came in. They all looked beautiful! Hermione had chosen for them to wear a
light blue color that was the same color as the sky today. Sarah came first,
then Fiona, Kristy, Lavender, Parvarti, Ginny, and lastly Jenny. As Hermione
started down the aisle everyone stood up. Harry's breath was taken away.
She looked absolutely perfect! Her hair was straightened and falling around
her face. The dress she was wearing was pure white without many bows and
ribbons. A veil covered her perfect face. If he didn't know better, Harry
would have thought that an angel had fallen out of heaven. Her father,
beaming with pride, led her down to Harry. He took her hands in his as they
kneeled down in front of the priest ready to exchange their vows. The couple
didn't even listen to what the priest was saying, they were to busy looking at
each other. After the I do's Harry slipped the ring onto Hermione's finger. It
was announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter you may kiss the
bride!"
After a passionate kiss the two enjoyed the walk up to castle for the
reception. Actually, only Harry walked. He had scooped Hermione up in his
arms and carried her the whole way. Happily they waited for everyone to
make their way to the Great Hall. After they had eaten a wonderful meal,
Ron tapped his glace with his spoon. The room grew quiet. He stood up.
"Good evening everyone! I am Ron, the best man. I have known
Harry and Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in our first year.
Hermione just stumbled into Harry and I's compartment looking for a toad,
though she found much more then that. She found true love. Sorry Neville."
The room burst out laughing, and Neville went red.
Ron's voice became serious. "I have never seen a couple so deserving of
each other. I wish you two the best of luck. To Harry and Hermione!"
He sat down. Hermione had tears in her eyes. Sarah made her speech and
then the dancing started. Harry was grateful for the dance lessons he had
taken. He danced first with Hermione, then his mother, Mrs. Granger, and
then Mrs. Weasley. At three in the morning Harry and Hermione rode off on
a broomstick together, off to their honeymoon at Gryffindor Castle. There
life together had begun.
*****Author's Note***** This is still NOT THE END! There is more to come, if you want me too. Thanks to the reviewers..I know a lot of others authors list them but I am currently writing three fanfics at the same time, so I don't have a lot of extra time! Once again thank you. ~*Meggles*~
"Harry, dear your speech was wonderful! I am so glad that you are home now!"
"Mum, I need to breath!"
James laughed as Lily released her son from her grasp. Harry suddenly remembered the rolls of film that he had to show his dad.
"There is something I HAVE to show you before Sirius comes dad, I think you will appreciate it."
He summoned his pictures and warned James to sit down before he looked at
them. The first picture almost had James on the floor laughing. The second
did have him on the floor laughing. In fact Harry was worried that his father
was going to chock because he was laughing so hard. James was laughing
all the way through dinner. Finally Lily got annoyed at the constant stream
of laughter she pointed her wand at him and muttered, "gravis," that made
him stop laughing at once.
Harry was nervously awaiting the next day. He knew that his
godfather would not partially happy with him after the pranks that he had
pulled on the last couple of days of school. Harry thought it would be best if
he stayed up in his room for awhile that morning so that Sirius had time to
calm down. (He had been planning on using the calming spells all of break
but seeing the results of that he thought it might not be the smartest thing
to do.) Harry heard a knock at the door. He silently walked down the stairs
to see who it was and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Remus. The doorbell
rang again. Harry apperated up to his bedroom, hoping that Sirius wouldn't
find him there for awhile.
Sirius Black came storming into the house right after he had rung
the doorbell. He saw Remus and James in the front hall looking like they
were about to burst out laughing. He looked over to James, "WHERE IS
YOUR SON!" He yelled. Sirius had to get revenge on his godson for that
trick, that had been the most humiliating last two days of his life. James
gave Sirius a serious look. (no pun intended)
"Sirius, you and I need to talk. It is an important matter, let's go into the family room so that we can sit down."
Sirius, to say the least was confused. He meekly followed his best friend into the other room, with Remus not far behind.
"Take a seat," James said. Sirius sat and looked from one friend to the other.
"Now, Sirius I am very concerned about our friendship." James said.
Sirius was even more confused then ever now. "Harry has shown me proof that you have been getting awfully close to Snape recently, singing duets with him, holding hands, and such."
Sirius was red in the face. Remus and James burst out laughing at the look
on their best friends face. Sirius was so mad at Harry that he couldn't talk.
James and Remus were laughing so hard that they didn't even notice when
Sirius left the room to go find Harry. He found his godson sitting on the bed
with his muggle headphones up listening to music and he smiled evilly.
"Furnunculus," he muttered. Harry through his training with Ariel knew felt
the spell coming at him. Before Sirius could even knew what was happening,
Harry blocked the curse with a swift movement of his wand. Then he got off
the bed quickly ready to attack. He relaxed as soon as he saw a shocked
Sirius.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Demanded Sirius.
"A friend taught me." Harry said shortly. Sirius just stared. He was so
shocked that he completely forgot his anger towards Harry. He talked with
Harry about everyday things (Quidditch, Quidditch, and more Quidditch)
before going to find James to tell him about what just happened.
"He did WHAT?" James practically yelled after Sirius told him what happened.
"I told you he didn't even know that I was there, but when I cast the spell he seemed to know that is was coming and blocked it. No effort whatsoever!"
"Where could he have learned to cast such a powerful spell? I know they don't teach them that at Hogwarts!"
Sirius was thinking. (a dangerous thing indeed) "James, did you ever find
out where he was during that month? I mean it is a little odd that all the
signs pointed to him dead, and that there was a great struggle. But when he
came back he was in perfect, if not better then before, state! He couldn't
have been with Voldemort because Snape would have known, and he would
not have come back so easily."
James frowned. Harry had never told them where he had been for that one terrible month or why he was gone. "Let's talk to him about it."
They found Harry in his study reading a book about Quidditch World Cups. He looked up when Sirius and James entered.
"Yes?"
The two men took seats in chairs next to Harry.
"Harry we need to talk," James said. Harry looked puzzled. He hadn't done anything wrong had he?
"Harry we need to know where you were for that month."
Harry looked uncomfortable. He had been hoping that no one would ever ask him that. Ron, hearing the thoughts apperated to the Potter Mansion, because he to wanted to know where his best friend had been. Harry stared at his father, godfather, and best friend. 'They have to right to know,' he thought to himself.
"I was at Gryffindor Castle," he said slowly. Blank looks crossed the faces of the other people in the room.
"And why were you there?"
Harry looked over to his father. "You mean that you didn't know! I mean the reason I was at Gryffindor Castle was for the same reason that Voldemort wanted to kill us."
"Huh?"
"Dad, the Potters are the descendants of the Godric Gryffindor. Didn't you ever wonder why this house is called Godric's Hollow?"
James couldn't believe it. He was an heir of Godric Gryffindor, greatest of the Hogwarts four? (at least in his opinion) Because James was taking so long to pull himself together, Sirius took over the questioning. "And what did you do there?"
"Well, Ariel was training me to face Voldemort."
Harry clamped his hand over his mouth. He had to much and Sirius was now processing what Harry had just said.
"Ariel? My Ariel? My girlfriend Ariel? She knew that you were alive? And
she didn't tell me?" Sirius then got up and disaperated. Harry sighed; Ariel
was going to kill him it was supposed to be a secret. 'Oh well better go find
him' and Harry too, disaperated.
When they appeared in Ariel's house there was no trace of her there. Harry
knew that she must have gone to Gryffindor Castle for a couple of weeks for
something like a vacation for her. He was thankful. He would have no
trouble explaining to Sirius why she had done what she had done, and get
him to forgive her. They both went back to the Potter's house where James
was still sitting in the same chair, in complete shock. Ron, who was always
thinking of his stomach, had gone down to the kitchen for lunch. LUNCH! Harry ran downstairs to go get Ron.
"Ron, if we don't hurry Jay is going to kill us! Practice started 30 minutes ago, and we play for the cup in one week!" (AN- Later someone pointed out that the World Cup only takes place only every four years, but for the sake of this fic it is going to happen every year.)
Ron, who was in the middle of a sandwich, chocked as he tried to swallow
one last bite. Within five minutes they were on the pitch. Hermione gave
them her 'you should have been on time' look as they tried to slip into the
locker rooms where Jay was giving a speech. He glared as his keeper and
seeker snuck in, but didn't acknowledge them. Practice went to eleven that
night, and everyone felt as though they could barely move. Harry knew that
Oliver Wood would have been delighted with the last practice session.
The next week passed quickly. Dudley came back from school.
(Much to James' and Harry's displeasure) He seemed not to have found a
job yet, there for did not have enough money to move out. Harry waved
goodbye as he boarded the bus for Australia. (Where the Quidditch Cup was
taking place this year) Because there were a couple hours before the game
actually started, Harry, Ron, and Hermione thought it would be fun to go to
the camp sight where the people going to the game were camping. They
wore their hoods up so that no one would notice them. They glided around
looking at what people were selling. Harry smiled and pointed to miniature
figures of them walking around in one sale booth. Ron grinned when he saw
them and walked over to the booth.
"Are these really like Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley?" Ron asked, winking at his two friends.
"Oh yes! Just watch!" The sales man said. He lifted a small Harry and a small Hermione and put them together. They started smiling shyly at each other and then holding hands and even started kissing. Ron started laughing.
"May I try something?" Harry asked. The sales man nodded. This
time Harry picked up a small Ron and Hermione and put them down
together. The immediately started yelling and shouting at each other.
Hermione frowned at this and put the two little people back in their
respective places. Ron was pink in the ears and Harry was laughing now.
"You're right," Harry said to the sales person, "they are defiantly like Harry, Ron, and Hermione"
The man raised his eyebrows. "Do you know them?"
"I would hope so!" Harry said. He lowered his hood to show his face. The
man gasped. Several other people that were around gasped as well. They
were in the presence of HARRY POTTER! All of a sudden Ron started
laughing again. Harry looked over to where Ron was looking. His gaze fell
on a small Ron and Harry who seemed to get out of their separate areas and
where changing a miniature Hermione's hair color. Hermione scoffed when
she saw this and once again placed the figures where they were supposed to
go. After several photographs and autographs the trio made their way back
to the stadium where they got ready to play the game against France. Harry
grinned at the people in the stands as he flew out to begin the game.
The quaffle was released. But none of the chasers even had a
chance to score. Harry dove as soon as the whistle was blown, and caught
the snitch in less then a minute! It was a world record! The people in the
stands went crazy. Some hadn't even realized what had happened until the
commentator announced it. The France supporters were horrified. The
English team did a lap of victory, and Harry got to accept the Quidditch Cup.
Everyone clapped and cheered as he gave Hermione a long passionate kiss.
Harry felt great. He had won the Quidditch World Cup!
The next couple of months went quickly. Before they knew it the
week of the wedding approached. It was to be the social event of the year!
Everyone of importance would be there. The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore,
England's Quidditch team ect., even the Malfoy heir was invited. Harry and
Hermione decided that they would get married at Hogwarts in front of the
lake. The reception was going to take place in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It
seemed that the entire wizard world had sent them wedding presents. They
had everything from fine china to trashcans. Both Harry and Hermione
received several howlers saying that they had taken his/her boy/girl friend
from people they had never even met. The wedding had cost several million
galleons. Harry wanted everything to be perfect for Hermione. Her dress
was custom made. (At wizard weddings it was tradition for the bride to wear
a muggle-type dress and the groom to wear black dress robes) The brides'
maids also wore custom made dresses, ordered from muggle Paris. Harry
had hired professional hair and make-up artists for those in the wedding.
(Though he told Hermione that she was beautiful without make-up of any
kind but that she was going to put it on anyway and he didn't want her to
have to struggle with it.) Interior decorators and florists were hired to
decorate the place where they were to get married and the Great Hall.
Hermione insisted that they pay the house-elves that would be making the
food for the reception and the rehearsal dinner. There were photographers
hired to take pictures of everything and record the wedding. Madame
Rosmerta would be supplying the drinks for the wedding. (for a price as
well) Fred and George Weasley were getting paid not to pull pranks during
the ceremony. Harry even went so far as to pick and pay a reporter from the
Daily Prophet (who was going to have an article on it anyway) to cover the
wedding so they wouldn't have to deal with someone like Rita Skeeter. A
band had been hired. Harry had taken dance lessons before hand so that he
wouldn't stumble over anyone's feet. Dumbledore was going to cast a
powerful spell to prevent rain if it looked like it was going to pour. Security
would be top notch. Harry would not have dark wizards or anyone else ruin
his wedding. Also the Minster of Magic being there just caused there to be
even more then there would have been normally. Hermione was constantly
busy consulting with people about flowers or cloths. She couldn't believe
how Harry was spending on this wedding! As a muggle tradition it would be
her parents paying for the food at the reception and rehearsal dinner, but
that was all Harry would let them buy. Lily and James weren't letting Harry
pay for much of the wedding either. They insisted that because they had
missed most of his life that this would be making up for some of it. (They
said that there was no way to make up for all the lost time.) Two days
before the wedding Harry approached Hermione looking nervous.
"Hermione, this is the necklace that my mother wore on the day she married my father. Both of us would be honored if you wore it as well." He opened a velvet cast. Inside was the most beautiful necklace Hermione had ever see. It was silver with diamonds and sapphires on it. They glittered in the sun.
Hermione gasped. "I would love to wear this! Are you sure your mother wants me to?" Harry grinned. "Yes, it was actually supposed to be passed down from mother to daughter on my fathers side, but my dad was an only child so it went to my mother, and now to you!"
Hermione was amazed. "How long has it been in your family?" She asked.
"Since Godric Gryffindor gave it to his wife." He whispered. Hermione went into a state of shock. She was going to wear the necklace of Glenda Gryffindor!
"May I try it on?"
Harry answered by removing it from its case and fasting it around Hermione's neck and handed her a mirror he had conjured. She had expected it to feel heavy, but it was as light as a simple gold chain. When she looked in the mirror, she felt like a queen. It seemed to fit perfectly on her throat, like it was made for her. Lily came into the room.
"Oh Hermione dear, it looks wonderful on you. I need to talk to you about the flowers."
Harry knew that he had lost his fiancé and mother for awhile so her left the room to go find Ron.
The day of the wedding Harry didn't think that he was this nervous
facing Voldemort. He knew that he was doing the right thing without a doubt
but that didn't stop him from feeling like he was going to throw up any
second. The day started with Sirius and James trying force food down his
throat, so that he wouldn't faint during the ceremony.
Hermione woke up feeling as light as air. She was getting married
today! By the end of the day she would no longer be Ms. Hermione Granger.
She would be Mrs. Hermione Potter. The name just seemed right to her.
She met with her group of bridesmaids, Mrs. Potter, her mother, and Mrs.
Weasley. She spent the morning and part of the afternoon getting made up
and put into her dress.
Ron, Sirius, and his father were pulling Harry from place to place.
When the time came he escorted his mother and Mrs. Weasley into the
church. (Lily had insisted the since Mrs. Weasley had been so mother-like to
Harry his first four years of school that she, to should be considered a
mother) He stood at the front of the church with Ron on his left and the
priest in front of him. The flower girl and the ring bearer came first. Harry
had to admit that they were awfully cute. Then one by one each bridesmaids
came in. They all looked beautiful! Hermione had chosen for them to wear a
light blue color that was the same color as the sky today. Sarah came first,
then Fiona, Kristy, Lavender, Parvarti, Ginny, and lastly Jenny. As Hermione
started down the aisle everyone stood up. Harry's breath was taken away.
She looked absolutely perfect! Her hair was straightened and falling around
her face. The dress she was wearing was pure white without many bows and
ribbons. A veil covered her perfect face. If he didn't know better, Harry
would have thought that an angel had fallen out of heaven. Her father,
beaming with pride, led her down to Harry. He took her hands in his as they
kneeled down in front of the priest ready to exchange their vows. The couple
didn't even listen to what the priest was saying, they were to busy looking at
each other. After the I do's Harry slipped the ring onto Hermione's finger. It
was announced, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter you may kiss the
bride!"
After a passionate kiss the two enjoyed the walk up to castle for the
reception. Actually, only Harry walked. He had scooped Hermione up in his
arms and carried her the whole way. Happily they waited for everyone to
make their way to the Great Hall. After they had eaten a wonderful meal,
Ron tapped his glace with his spoon. The room grew quiet. He stood up.
"Good evening everyone! I am Ron, the best man. I have known
Harry and Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in our first year.
Hermione just stumbled into Harry and I's compartment looking for a toad,
though she found much more then that. She found true love. Sorry Neville."
The room burst out laughing, and Neville went red.
Ron's voice became serious. "I have never seen a couple so deserving of
each other. I wish you two the best of luck. To Harry and Hermione!"
He sat down. Hermione had tears in her eyes. Sarah made her speech and
then the dancing started. Harry was grateful for the dance lessons he had
taken. He danced first with Hermione, then his mother, Mrs. Granger, and
then Mrs. Weasley. At three in the morning Harry and Hermione rode off on
a broomstick together, off to their honeymoon at Gryffindor Castle. There
life together had begun.
*****Author's Note***** This is still NOT THE END! There is more to come, if you want me too. Thanks to the reviewers..I know a lot of others authors list them but I am currently writing three fanfics at the same time, so I don't have a lot of extra time! Once again thank you. ~*Meggles*~