It was a relatively quiet affair.
Dumbledore was there of course, who else would perform the ceremony?
Most of the Weasleys refused to show. Ginny especially, who was rather smitten with Harry couldn't bear to watch another claim him for their own.
Hermione was there, if only to somehow convince Harry that nothing would change, that no matter what they would still be friends through thick and thin. Or in this case 'Till Death Do Ye Part'.
Sirius was there to walk him down the aisle. He figured James would want that. Not who he was marrying mind you, but for Sirius to be a part of the service, regardless of the participants.
Harry of course was in attendance, which considering his role wasn't surprising.
He was wearing slightly scuffed leather shoes and black silk socks. Black pleated pants held up by a simple black leather belt. A white dress shirt that frilled slightly on the cuffs all topped off with bottle green robes that matched his eyes.
Green looks so beautiful on the unwilling.
The last player in the upcoming performance was one that no one wanted to be there.
The Dark Lord.
Perched upon the altar grinning like the cat who caught the canary.
Only in this case it was the Dark Lord who won the Saviour.
To spare Harry the dread of an actual service he was rushed down the aisle to his fate.
A quick glance at Dumbledore gave nothing but what he assumed was supposed to be an assuring smile, but in reality turned out to be more of a grimace.
Sirius was no help either, his grip was so tight on Harry's shoulder he thought it would pop out of the socket.
Turning finally, to Voldemort he was greeted with a smug look ,a possessive glance and a whispered promise.
"Mine."