Harry wasn't alone for any substantial amount of time before his negative thoughts were interrupted by yet another visitor. Clad in a long, mint green dress and a fuzzy white cardigan, Mrs Weasley slowly emerged from the open doorway. Without a word, she cascaded toward Harry before hugging him, her body shaking slightly as she did so. With an air of confusion, he patted her back back, wondering what had made her so over-emotional. After a few minutes, her grip on him slacked and he was able to guide her towards the couch. As he sat her down, he was finally able to see her for the first time.

The plump witch would have looked fit for the occasion if her face wasn't so red and her eyes so puffy. To match her attire, a white embroidered witch's hat sat on her head, the rest of her hair tucked in a neat bun. After taking a few gulps of air, she finally spoke.

"I c-can't believe it. My only dau-ughter, my Ginevra, getting married. It's just so hard, she's so young, especially with F-Fred gone." she stuttered as a tear ran down her cheek. Her almond eyes gazed up at him, and they were so like Ginny's that Harry could have sworn he was talking to his fiancee, not his fiancee's mother.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Weasley. I never meant for all those people to..." he couldn't finish the last word, the word that made everything real. "If I could rewind time, I would in a heartbeat."

"Oh, don't be silly d-dear. I don't blame you, don't think that for a second. If it wasn't for you, none of us would be here, and you wouldn't be making my daughter as happy as you are." She smiled waterily. "I've got something for you."

"Mrs Weasley, you really don't n-" Harry started, but was quickly cut off. He never did feel comfortable accepting gifts from the Weasleys, although they had been doing better financially after the war. If anything, he felt that he owed them for causing their pain and suffering.

"I don't want to hear any of that nonsense. You're like one of my own, Harry, although I believe you know that." She winked at him, and Harry knew she was recalling the heated conversation between her and Sirius back in his 5th year. They had fought over who knew what was best for him, and although he had agreed with Sirius at the time, he now knew that Mrs Weasley had his best interests at heart. She reached into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a small gold object and weighed it in her palm. She beckoned toward him, and Harry gingerly took the object which he identified as a chain. It was rather plain, and it shimmered gracefully in the light.

"It's a chain from the pair that Arthur and I exchanged while we were dating. One year, Ginevra's first year at Hogwarts, I do believe, I gave her my own chain because we just couldn't afford to buy her a new present for her birthday. We never did tell her any different, not that she would have noticed, she was so involved with that diary. We kept Arthur's, and well... we'd like you to have the true set. I know it's not much, just a flimsy old chain, just it feels fitting." Mrs Weasley finished.

"T-thanks, Mrs Weasley." Harry stammered. This really wasn't helping the situation. "It means a lot."

"You're so sweet. Only another half hour and you'll officially be a part of the family." she smiled warmly towards him. Harry just returned the look before nodding, his head too jam-packed full of thoughts to say anything intelligent. A few minutes passed in silence until a thought crossed his mind.

"Is Teddy here yet?" he said abruptly, causing Mrs Weasley to jump.

"Yes, he's just outside with Andromeda, I do believe. Would you like me to fetch him for you?"

"No, no, just making sure he got here okay." Harry explained. In the past two years, Teddy had grown into an adventurous toddler. He looked quite like Tonks and had acquired her eyes, but had the wisdom and calmness that his father had. Although he lived with his grandmother for most of the year, Harry had accepted Teddy as his responsibility, and he spent much time visiting the young boy. He considered Teddy to be much like his own son, and for that reason he had made him the ring-bearer in his wedding. Mrs Weasley clambered up off the couch with a tiny groan, making her way to the door. This time, Harry didn't bother to walk his visitor out, preferring to watch from afar.

"You're a great godfather, you know, Harry. You'll make a good father someday." she said, her smile still etched on her fact. At the word "father", he felt his heart start to beat faster, and his cheeks turn red.

"Thanks, Mrs Weasley." was the only thing he could manage to croak out, but as he looked at her creased face, he knew that was all that she needed.

"You can call me Molly, dear. Mrs Weasley sounds too formal. I'm going to go check if the girls have arrived yet." With a wink, she was gone, and the room was deathly silent once more. As he closed his eyes and held his head in his hands, the room somehow felt smaller. Like a deflating air mattress, the ceiling felt like it was going to cave in, collapse and eventually smother him. He suddenly wished he had listened to the Weasley's... he was too young, things were too sudden... but he couldn't post-pone it, he just couldn't.

He longed for the comfort of his own family, a father to pat him on the back and tell him everything would be fine, and a mother to cry as he married the girl he loved. To hear their voices, Harry would do just about anything. To see, Sirius, Remus... anyone, he would fly to the ends of the earth. He wanted to be around a family that was truly his, not bound by his friendship to Ron or relationship with Ginny. A family. The six-letter word that was so small, but yet meant so much. A tear slowly slid down his cheek, and he brushed it away quickly. He was a Gryffindor, after all, and tears just weren't acceptable. Instead, he rose from the ratty couch and walked toward the old rocking chair, needing to move before the room engulfed him. But still, the walls seemed to get closer and the ceiling get lower and he realized that he just couldn't do this any longer. He just needed to think, to escape, although he had nowhere to go. He couldn't very well go back to the Burrow or the Leaky Cauldron, after all. But before he could ponder it any longer, an idea reached him, a place where he could go without any worry of anyone finding out his location. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but right now, anything would do. With a last glance at the room and a twist of his head, he was gone with a resounding crack.

Authors Note: Well there's chapter two! Where's Harry going? And what will happen back at the altar? Stay tuned, and keep reviewing!