AUTHOR'S NOTES: Whoo-hoo! I'm almost finished with rewrite #2! My question to readers—as far as this storyline is this: Should I also rewrite the sequel to this story? If you haven't read it, the title is 'Fears'.

Also, my own dog, Abby, makes a cameo in this story!

Chapter 10

Harry awoke and immediately felt a rush of panic when he saw that he was again in the hospital. Wondering how badly he'd been hurt, he tried to think back to the events of the previous evening. "Aunt Petunia? Sirius? Dudley?" he said, looking around the room.

"Right here, Prongslet," Sirius said as the two came into the room and sat on either side of Harry's bed. "How are you?"

"Depends," Harry muttered, as he took his glasses from Sirius and put them on. "What am I doing here?" Looking up and seeing the bags of blood hooked to his left arm and that his right arm was in an immobilizer sling he asked, "Is it bad?"

"No," Petunia said, comfortingly. "It looks worse than it really is. When Vernon kicked you, the blow caused a hairline fracture of your right clavicle and partially tore out the IV port. There was some damage to your subclavien artery but you'll be just fine."

"Really?" Harry asked, somewhat doubtfully. After all he'd been through lately he wouldn't have been surprised at his aunt or godfather holding something back from him. "Or is there something else I should know?"

"Anna even checked your blood tests," Sirius reassured Harry. "You're as healthy as you can possibly be, considering. "

"You'll be out of hospital in a few days," Petunia said, cheerfully. "The doctors want to make sure your blood count is boosted enough."

"Blood replenishing potions work well," Sirius explained. "But the real thing works the best."

"Any news on Vernon?" Harry wanted to know, thinking about his uncle's body flying through the air before.

"Died this morning," Petunia said, without any trace of emotion. "Head trauma. He was unconscious and he never woke up."

"How's Dudley taking it?" Harry asked, thinking about how his cousin was dealing with the death of his father.

"He's angry at Vernon for trying to kill you," Petunia replied. "And he's blaming himself for letting you get kidnapped in the first place."

"We were just going for a walk…" Harry muttered. "We snuck out. We were going to stay on Grimmauld Place but Vernon pulled up, jumped out of the car and grabbed me…" Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, Harry tried to explain. "Dudley wanted to fight but Vernon pulled a knife and held it to my throat."

"I should have tackled the bastard," Dudley said as he stood in the doorway of Harry's room. "I should have stopped him before he pulled that knife."

Sirius motioned to Petunia and the two left the room, leaving Dudley and Harry alone to talk.

"Thanks for saving my life, Dud," Harry said, honestly. "Pretty sure I'd be dead if it wasn't for you."

"If it hadn't been for me your life wouldn't have needed saving," Dudley said, miserably as he entered the room. "It was my idea to leave the house."

"And you're also the one to drag my arse out of that building," Harry said, sitting up. "Dudley, think about it. Last summer, before the accident, would you have even considered saving my life?"

Dudley sighed as he sat in the plastic chair next to the bed. "Probably not. So… Mum said we're going to the Burrow when you get out of here."

"Great," Harry replied feeling a sense of relief. "It'll be good to get out of Grimmauld Place."

"It is a rather depressing place," Dudley agreed. "Even though Mum's been cleaning every inch of it, it's still pretty dreary."

"Of course, I'm not sure how mobile I'll be," Harry pointed out. "You know—the missing leg and all."

"Dr. Rion is bringing over your new prosthetic tonight," Dudley replied, smiling a bit. "I'm really glad you're okay."

"Hey, if an evil Dark wizard can't kill me a sociopathic muggle doesn't have a chance in Hell, right?" Harry said, trying to make a joke.

Dudley laughed out loud. "Yeah, I guess so. Hey… can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," Harry said, curious as to what kind of favor his cousin was going to ask. "What?"

"I want to… meet girls…" Dudley said, looking embarrassed. "I-I've never really tried dating and you're pretty sharp with the ladies."

"Okay," Harry said, laughing. "Although you're going to have to resort to a few different tricks than me. But I guess we can—"

"Excuse me," said a teenage girl in the hallway. "Um… how do I get to the cafeteria from here?"

Harry grinned and pointed to Dudley. "My cousin here can show you."

The girl smiled as she entered the room and held a hand out to Dudley. "Hi. I'm Leslie James. My uncle is an oncologist here."

"I-I-I'm Dudley Evans," Dudley stammered, blushing. "Um, this is, uh… my cousin, Harry."

"Harry Potter," Harry said, holding out his left hand. Seeing the look Leslie gave him, he added, "I have a girlfriend already. Sorry, if you were going to ask me out."

"No, it's not that," Leslie said, looking at him with a look of recognition. "It's just… I know who you are. My uncle is Dr. Curtis Walden. He's told me all about you." Turning to Dudley, she asked, "So… are you single, Dudley?"

x

"So…" Dudley said, as he sat at one of the tables in the hospital cafeteria opposite Leslie. After leading her down here, he'd suggested that grab a bite but small talk had been even more of a challenged than he'd expected. "Uh…"

"You don't talk to girls much, do you?" Leslie asked, amused.

"I… well, no," Dudley replied, succinctly. "Not much. Just not good with the small talk thing, you know?"

Leslie laughed but it was out of sympathy rather than ridicule. "It's okay. I'm not big on talking with guys. I've always been a shy girl. That's why Uncle Curt wants me to start hanging around here at the hospital. Apparently he believes that if I can talk to patients then I can talk to anyone."

"Maybe… you can help me," Dudley said, starting to become slightly more comfortable her. "You said that your uncle is Dr. Walden?"

"Yeah," Leslie replied. Lowering her voice she added, "And he's told me all about that magical stuff. Weird!"

"You know Harry's a wizard," Dudley said, his tone even. He liked this girl but if she was going to call Harry a freak, he couldn't do that to his cousin.

"Yeah, Uncle Curt told me," Leslie murmured. "Look, I'm not scared of that stuff… but you can't deny that it is weird."

"A bit," Dudley admitted. "To be honest… I think it was easier to talk with Harry before he…"

"Before he was sick?" Leslie prompted. "I understand."

"Just sitting with him, you know… it was weird. I didn't know what to say, how to act…" Dudley sighed and sipped his soda. "Anyway, so… what about you? What are you interested in?"

"Harry…"

Harry was only half awake when he heard a soft, misty voice calling his name. Opening his eyes, and fumbling for his glasses Harry blinked when the angelic form of Luna Lovegood came into focus. "This is a dream…" he whispered, not quite believing his eyes.

"Then it is a good dream…" Luna said, quietly as she sat down next to Harry on the bed. "I was worried about you," she said, stroking his cheek.

"I'm fine," Harry said, smiling as he sat up and gently caressed Luna's cheek as well. "I do love you…"

Luna leaned forward and kissed Harry, being careful not to jostle his injured arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be just fine," Harry assured her. "I'll be healed up in no time." Kissing his girlfriend, Harry closed his eyes as he whispered, "Luna…"

x

"Good dream, Prongslet?"

Harry's eyes snapped open and he was greeted by a burst of sunlight coming through the window. "Sirius?" he said, looking around. "Wh-where's Luna?"

"In your mind, Harry," Sirius laughed as he gave his godson his glasses. "I took over sitting with you around midnight and about an hour ago, you were muttering Luna's name."

"I didn't… say anything else, did I?" Harry asked, embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, Harry," Sirius replied. "After 3 years of hearing James talk in his sleep about Lily I'm completely used to romantic dreams. At least you don't drool like James used to."

Harry smiled at that and after a while, he asked, "What about you and Dr. Rion?"

"What about us?" Sirius asked, confused. But realizing that Harry was talking about his romantic relationship with Anna, Sirius sat on the edge of the bed. "Anna and I are back together. We dated off and on through school. When you were born, Anna became your godmother."

Harry was surprised at that news and after a while, he asked, "Then why didn't I go live with her? Even if you were in Azkaban, couldn't I have gone to live with Dr. Rion?"

"I can't tell you why. I just don't know, Prongslet… Dumbledore made that decision," Sirius said, a note of sadness in his tone.

"Why do you call me that, anyway?" Harry asked, thinking of the nickname Sirius kept using for him.

"James called you that, since his nickname was Prongs," Sirius replied with a smile. "Harry, Lily gave her life for you, but you were the absolute center of your father's world. When you were a baby James and I would spend an entire day trying to wear you out while Lily went out for the afternoon. Then when Lily came home, she would have to put me and James to bed before trying to get you to go to sleep."

Harry's mouth tweaked in a half-smile. "I was a troublemaker, huh?"

"Compared to what James and I were like as kids… you were an angel," Sirius said, smiling.

Pulling up the driveway of The Burrow a few days later and parking, Petunia got out of the car with Dudley before opening Harry's door and helping her nephew out. "How are you?" she asked, wondering how Harry was faring after the long car ride.

"I'm good," Harry replied, wincing as he bumped his right arm against the car's doorframe. "Happy to be out of the hospital again."

"Hopefully that will be the last time for a long while," Petunia said, trying to be comforting. "Although, August 24th you have an appointment with Anna Rion for a routine physical exam."

"Oh, goody," Harry replied, sarcastically. "Another opportunity to be poked and prodded like some sort of test subject."

"You need to be more positive," Dudley admonished, lightly. "Your last blood tests were great. You're healing up just fine from last week…" After looking at Harry for a moment, he added, "Don't make me beat you up."

"I have a cane and I'll use it," Harry warned, but he did smile. He knew what Dudley was saying and he had to admit that his cousin made an excellent point.

"Harry!" Hermione Granger shouted as she came running out of the Burrow and down the drive. When she stopped next to Petunia's car, she exclaimed. "Sirius told us what happened with your uncle. We were so worried about you!"

"I've battled basilisks, giant spiders, dementors, and Voldemort and facing my insane terrorist uncle worried you?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Well… yeah," Hermione replied, starting to smile. "Well, I mean… after everything you've been through, it'd be ironic, you know?"

"Hermione, it's okay," Harry said, giving his best friend a genuine smile. "Come on, you know by now it takes a lot to knock me down."

Hermione nodded before throwing her arms around Harry's neck. When he responded by giving her a one-armed hug, she said, quietly, "I'm still glad you're alright."

Once inside, Harry was surprised to find Draco Malfoy helping set the table for dinner. "I thought Mr. Weasley wasn't going to let you stay," Harry said, curiously. "How'd you change his mind?"

"I promised that I'd start working at Fred and George's joke shop so I can pay rent," Draco replied.

"The high and mighty Draco Malfoy is actually working?" Harry asked, smiling. "Will wonders never cease?"

"Yeah, well…" Draco said, shrugging as he looked over at Ginny. "It's worth it to be able to be near Ginny every day. By the way, Mrs. Weasley told me that the Order is working on finishing reconstruction on #4 Privet Drive. According to her, the house should be done next week."

"Okay…" Harry said, not sure what to think about this news. There had been a slightly twisted part of him that had enjoyed watching the house blow up—especially when he thought about the cupboard that had been his bedroom for 10 years.

"And Lupin told me they're making the entire basement your new room—complete with your own bathroom," Ginny added as she came in from the kitchen. "So you won't just have a dingy little room upstairs."

"Cool," Harry replied, honestly, thinking that the additional space would be nice. "Sounds great." Watching Draco and Ginny as they finished setting the table, Harry's eye caught a small bulge in Draco's pocket. "What's—?" Seeing the quick head shake from Draco, Harry changed his question. "What's for dinner?"

Petunia had been unable to stay for dinner as Inspector Sawyer had asked her on a date again and all through the meal, Harry watched Ginny and Draco with great interest. The Slytherin seemed nervous and while it could have just been because of living with the Weasleys, Harry's gut told him it was something else.

When Mr. Weasley started clearing the table after everyone had eaten their fill, Draco immediately jumped in to help and Harry glanced questioningly at Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione. "Any clue what that's all about?" Harry asked, curiously.

Fred pulled something that looked like a knot of flesh-colored string and after untangling 5 strings, he handed them out. "Extendible Ears," he explained. "We can use these to find out what Dad and Malfoy are talking about."

Once the Ears were activated, Harry listened to what seemed like basic conversation. Draco was asking about Mr. Weasley's work and other common things and none of it seemed to explain why Draco was being so nervous all of a sudden.

"Maybe we're just being—" But Ron was suddenly shushed by Hermione when Mr. Weasley stopped washing dishes.

X (POV shift)

"Listen… I won't deny that you've been an upstanding young man lately," Mr. Weasley said, turning to face Draco as he wiped his hands on a dish towel. "And I know what you want to ask me."

Draco nodded, looking into the eyes of Ginny's father. "I love Ginny. And I have done everything I can think of to show you that I'm worthy of her. I want to be with your daughter more than anything."

Mr. Weasley looked at Draco long and hard for a while before speaking. "Go outside for a moment."

Draco seemed perplexed by the request, but he just nodded and as he left the house, he caught Ginny's questioning look.

"Daddy? What's going on?" Ginny asked, walking into the kitchen where her father was using magic to finish the dishes.

"Ginny… You know how I feel about you and Draco Malfoy," Mr. Weasley said, not beating around the bush. "I won't pretend to like him… But I can't deny that he does care for you. He's made tremendous sacrifices to prove his intentions and while he comes from a questionable background he does seem to be really trying to build a new life for himself."

"Dad, what's your point?" Ginny said, uncertain at what was going on.

Mr. Weasley sighed and hugged his little girl. "The point is that no matter what happens, I need to learn how to let you grow up and make your own choices in life. Now Draco is waiting for you outside and I believe he has something important to ask you."

Ginny gave her father a quick hug before dashing out to the porch unaware that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George had left the dining room and were now pressing their faces to the sitting room windows, eager to watch the scene unfold.

Hermione gasped as Draco knelt down on one knee, pulling out a small jewelry box. Grabbing Harry's hand, she gave it a squeeze as she watched Draco put a simple, yet beautiful, silver ring on Ginny's left hand.

Fred, George, and Ron all exchanged looks as they watched their little sister accept Draco Malfoy's marriage proposal. While they all wanted Ginny to be happy, they still had reservations about Draco now officially being part of the family.

Despite the cheerful atmosphere of the past month, Harry's birthday came on a dreary, rainy morning.

Waking to something licking his face, Harry opened his eyes expecting to see Sirius in his animagus form and was therefore surprised to find a small puppy licking his face with… Was a tongue that long on a puppy normal? Putting his glasses on, Harry sat up, scratching the dog's ears and grinning when it gave a yawn. "Hey, little guy…" Seeing that there was a collar on the dog's neck, Harry read the tag which said: 'My name is Abby'. "Sorry," Harry amended, still cuddling the cute little fuzz ball. "I should have said 'little girl'."

"Happy birthday, Harry," Dudley said as he woke up in his own bed on the other side of the room. Looking at the puppy now trying to lick Harry to death, he asked, "What kind of dog is that?"

Harry shrugged and Kiwi started yapping loudly. "Apparently an active one," Harry laughed as the young dog started trying to climb all over him.

Once the two were up and dressed, Harry and Dudley headed downstairs, the puppy hot on their heels.

"Is that an Australian shepherd?" Hermione asked, watching the puppy start running around the house.

"I guess…" Harry replied, sitting down at the table for breakfast. "I don't know dog breeds, personally."

"Morning, Harry!" Fred and George said in unison as they handed over a wrapped package. "Nice to see you're not so bald anymore," George added.

Harry smiled as he ran a hand across the peach fuzz of black hair which was starting to grow. He just hoped that his hair would grow back in it's usual messy style. "Thanks," he replied. "So what's this?" Harry asked, unwrapping the gift. Pulling out a T-shirt, Harry blinked as he saw a picture of himself looking very haggard. The front of the shirt said: 'I've been though a lot…' and the back read: 'I've been bitten by a basilisk, attacked by dementors and giant spiders, battled Voldemort, was hit by a car and lost my leg, survived cancer but lost my hair, and was nearly blown to pieces. How was your day?' Looking at the twins, Harry wasn't quite sure what to say. "Thanks…" he said, looking back at the shirt. "…I think."

"Luna owled this over last night," Ginny said, grinning like mad as she held out another gift.

As Harry took the small box from her he noticed the beautiful silver and emerald engagement ring on her left middle finger. Opening the small box, Harry reached in and pulled out a small medallion on a gold chain. On one side there was the Gryffindor crest and on the other were the words: 'For bravery against all life can throw'. Smiling at the sentiment, Harry looked at the T-shirt again. "I guess I have been though the wringer, huh?"

"Maybe once or twice," Ron said, grinning, handing over two books. One was a blank journal from Ron and the other was the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy in one volume. Ron pointed to the larger book and said, "That one's from Hermione."

"Oh Harry, I forgot to tell you," Hermione said, excited. "Dr. Walden called me at home before I came here and he offered me a paid internship once I graduate Hogwarts. And he also said he could help me apply for a full scholarship for medical school."

"An intership doing what?" Dudley asked, glancing at his watch before looking back at Hermione.

"Research," Hermione replied. "It sounds really interesting and I'm sure it'll be fascinating to see… Dudley, why are you checking your watch?"

Dudley blushed as he looked up again. "Um… n-no reason," he said in a tone that convinced no one.

"Dudley met a girl while I was in the hospital this most recent time," Harry said, smirking. "He likes her."

"She said she lived near here," Dudley said, looking at his watch again. "I invited her to come but maybe with the storm…"

Harry turned to the door when he heard insistent knocking. "Maybe this is her now," he said, limping over to the door and opening it. But instead of Leslie James, Harry saw-"Sirius! I thought you weren't coming till later."

Stepping aside to let his godfather in, Harry's smile grew when he saw Luna Lovegood coming in behind followed by Leslie James. "Hi, Harry," Leslie said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before going to Dudley. "Hey, Dudley." Turning back to Harry she handed over a wrapped gift. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, Leslie," Harry replied. "So… Nice weather, eh?"

4 Years Later

Hogwarts looked radiant in the bright summer sun as the staff and students—current and former—finished final preparations for the wedding of Luna Lovegood and Harry Potter.

By the lake, tents were set up providing the location for the reception.

On a raised platform a fair distance away from the other tents, Fred and George Weasley and Draco Malfoy were setting up for the fireworks display which would take place at dusk. The fireworks they'd arranged for the evening had been some of Draco's own designs specifically chosen for the evening and although Fred and George had been skeptical at first, they had to admit that the disowned Malfoy heir had a knack for product design.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley and Petunia were running down a final checklist on the food for the reception and any moment Petunia's new husband, Inspector Thomas Sawyer, would be arriving with the floral centerpieces for the tables.

Inside the castle, the Great Hall was crowded as people took their seats facing the altar at the front where the staff table usually was. The rest of the Weasleys sat all together although Ron and Ginny were up by the altar as part of the wedding party. Hermione stood with them, holding Ron's hand and every few seconds, Ron's finger brushed the beautiful diamond engagement ring on Hermione's finger.

x

Just outside the Great Hall, Sirius stood with Harry who, while deliriously happy, was still nervous. "Just breathe, Prongslet," Sirius advised, looking over his godson's tux and wedding robes. "You look just like James."

Harry grinned and ran a hand through his hair which had, thankfully, grown back as it's usual mess. "Thanks, Sirius. I'm scared," Harry admitted, still grinning. "I never thought I'd be getting married, you know."

"It's okay to feel a little scared," Sirius replied, twiddling the gold wedding band on his finger. Thinking of his own wedding to Anna three years ago, he added, "But I'll tell you something… Once you put that ring on her finger, that fear goes away and suddenly you can't remember being happier in your entire life."

Harry nodded, briefly glancing down at the prosthetic leg he'd had for nearly 5 years. "Sometimes when I'm with Luna, I just get lost in the moment and what happened 5 years ago… It just slips my mind, you know?"

"Then it's definitely true love," Sirius laughed, pulling Harry into a hug. Holding Harry at arm's length, he straightened his godson's robes and gave him a hearty pat on the back. "Now… Go on in there, Prongslet. I'll be there as soon as I find Anna. I think she was in the kitchens supervising house elves."

Harry turned and headed into the Great Hall, heading over Ron who gave a smile and held up the small box with Luna's wedding band. "I'm keeping it safe for you, Harry," Ron said, smiling. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried," Harry replied, giving Ron a quick hug. "Thanks for being my best man." Looking at Ginny and Hermione he added, "And thank you guys for being Luna's bridesmaids."

"Is Dudley coming?" Ginny asked. "I haven't seen him around."

"He and Leslie should be here in 10 minutes," Harry replied. "Where's Luna?" he asked, wondering where his bride to be got to.

Hermione pointed in the direction of a small room off of the Hall. "Her father's just helping her finish getting ready."

x

Luna twirled as she looked at herself in the mirror. The gown was made of a silvery material and seemed to float around her like a mist and the pale gold wedding robes she wore looked stunning. Her hair was done up in a braided knot and around her neck, an amethyst necklace that had once belonged to mother finished off the look.

"I wish your mother could be here to see you right now," Xenophilius Lovegood said as he fumbled with his own robes and the tux and bowtie he wore. Luna smiled and with a flick of her wand fixed the tie. "How is it…?" Xeno asked, looking at his only child. "…that you've become such an exquisite person? You've gown up so quickly…"

"I'll always be your little girl," Luna reminded her father before giving him a hug.

After the hug, Xeno stepped back and looked at the wedding dress his daughter wore. "You look so beautiful in your mother's gown."

"And Great Aunt Ruby's wedding robes go perfectly," Luna added, looking at the silver and gold ensemble she wore. Seeing a tear in her father's eye, she gave him a warm smile. "It's okay, Daddy."

"I know," Xeno whispered, hugging his daughter. "I just don't know if I'm ready to let go of you yet."

x

Once everyone was gathered and seated, Anna cued the music and as the delicate sounds of the Irish whistle played, the main doors of the Great Hall opened and the crowd turned as one to see Luna Lovegood on her father's arm coming down the aisle.

Up at the altar Harry knew that if he still had both knees they'd be shaking. Luna was the most perfect vision as she practically floated up to him. Harry took both Luna's hands in his and looked into her beautiful gray eyes, not even really hearing Dumbledore's voice as the headmaster said his name.

"If you are ready to begin, Harry…" Albus Dumbledore said, looking at the couple. Seeing Harry's vague nod, the headmaster began as he addressed the crowd. "Family and good friends… Here today we gather to unite two people with a magic that knows no boundaries…" Glancing at Draco and Ginny who smiled back at him, Dumbledore continued. "Before us today Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood offer themselves to each other and desire to forever bind themselves in matrimony."

Luna looked into Harry's green eyes and said, "Before she died… my mother told me that all we truly need in life is for but one person to believe in us. I have believed in you from the first moment I met you. I believed that you were a good person and a hero to all. I believed that you could overcome all obstacles in your way… and I believed that you would defeat a most sinister enemy. I will always believe in you, Harry Potter. I love you now and forever."

Harry felt his heart beat faster as he said, "You've been there for me ever since the first day of my 5th year. The way I feel about you… I've never felt that way about anyone before. With you I feel passion and serenity, chaos and peace… You captured my heart from the first time we touched. And with you by my side I know I can conquer anything."

"Mr. Weasley… Miss Granger…" Dumbledore said, looking at Harry's best friends. "The rings, please…"

Luna took the thick gold band from Hermione and said, "I, Luna Florence Lovegood, forever entwine my heart with yours. Through sun and storm, joy and sadness, sickness and health, life and death. Wherever you are, I want to be." Sliding the ring on Harry's finger, she said, "With this ring, I marry my one true love."

Harry couldn't find his voice for a moment as Ron gave him Luna's ring. When he finally found his voice, he said, "I, Harry James Potter, forever entwine my heart with yours. Through sun and storm, joy and sadness, sickness and health, life and death. Anything that means anything to you means everything to me." Sliding the ring on Luna's finger, he finished, "With this ring, I marry my one true love."

"Rings are the outward symbol of love," Dumbledore said, looking at those in the crowd who were holding hands, remembering their own relationships and weddings. "And today as Harry and Luna join those of you who are happily married, I ask all of you to remember this special bond, that which not even the strongest magic can sever." Looking at Harry and Luna, Dumbledore said, "I now present to you all, Mr. And Mrs. Harry Potter."

Harry pulled Luna to him and the kiss they shared spoke of love, friendship, and the strongest fidelity.

x

Out on the grounds, Dudley shook hands with his cousin. "Congratulations, Harry," Dudley said with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Dud," Harry replied, grinning. "How about you and Leslie? Have the two of you set a wedding date yet?"

Dudley looked over to where his mother was standing and then back at Harry before pulling on a chain under his shirt. Harry saw that on the chain there was a silver wedding band and his eyes widened in surprise. "Leslie and I eloped last month," Dudley explained, tucking the chain back under his shirt. "Don't tell Mum. I'll tell her myself later."

"Your funeral, Dudley," Harry chuckled as Luna came up to him. "Hello, Mrs. Luna Potter," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

Luna smiled serenely as she took Harry's arm and led him away from the others before pulling her new husband into a deep and tender kiss.