Chapter 14. I hope everyone enjoys. It may seem odd the way I have this laid out, but while writing this I totally forgot that everyone actually has birthdays, so those will be incorporated(It's good to read what you wrote at 3:am). Another thing is someone said something about Harry not talking to Hagrid. I have a reason for that, and I did it on purpose, it will be incorporated into the next one or two chapters, so stay tuned! -Jemma
For the next few weeks, Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys went to visit George multiple times.
"He's a wake?" Harry and Ginny had just arrived, but the doctor held them back.
"Mrs. Weasley, your mum, is in there. We really want to give George some time to recover before he's around, bad feelings." Ginny frowned, but nodded. They sat down, waiting for her mum to come out. It had been two weeks, and while Ginny had been planning her wedding, visiting George, and just simply been getting used to her new home, her mother and her had not been on speaking terms.
"I hope he's okay." Harry cocked his head.
"Well, he's awake, and by the way the doctor puts it, he is going to survive." George had been making a wonderful recovery, but hadn't woken up until a few hours ago.
"That isn't what I meant. Not physically, but emotionally. I mean, he tried to, you know." Harry nodded and closed his eyes. It wasn't everyday he would get to talk to another person who was at the brink of death and brought back again.
"I get what you mean. I guess, we just don't mention it and try to talk of happier things until he's, happy again, I guess." Ginny looked at him.
"Harry, did Voldemort actually, kill you?" She knew the answer.
"What?" She repeated herself, and Harry looked away.
"You already know the answer, Ginny." He looked back, and saw her scared expression.
"What's wrong?" She looked away.
"I'll tell you later." He got worried, but dropped it. After another twenty minutes of waiting, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came out.
"Hello, mum." Ginny and Harry stood up, Ginny greeting her mother. Harry looked to Mr. Weasley and nodded to him, getting the same response back.
"And what are you doing here?" She asked, her tone full of anger. Ginny looked taken aback, her normally calm and joyful mother being full of despicable anger.
"I'm here to see my older brother." Mrs. Weasley nodded and looked at Harry.
"And you?" She put emphasis on the word you, unhappy from seeing him.
"I'm here with Ginny. I'm part of you're family soon, so I'm going to see my brother in law." She smirked and walked away, leaving Mr. Weasley there.
"I'm sorry for her, rudeness. It's really nice to see you two again." Ginny smiled.
"It's good to see you too, dad." They smiled and he waved goodbye, walking down the hallway after Mrs. Weasley.
"Shall we go in?" Harry asked, and Ginny nodded. She still looked uncertain, but followed him in, afraid of what she would see.
"George?" The person on the bed looked over at the door, and his face drew a happy smile.
"Hey little sis. I was wondering when you would come." His voice sounded raspy, broken down. But they read his face, seeing the happiness that was there. They sat down in the chairs next to the bed, looking at him. His throat was mostly covered up, but the parts they could see were red and purple. His face looked fine, but they could tell he was in pain.
"Was mum okay when she saw you?" He turned his head a little away and grinned.
"That was going to be my first question. What the bloody hell did you do to get her so pissed?" Harry grinned.
"She's been like that for weeks." George opened his eyes a little more.
"Really? It isn't like her to be mad for that long." Ginny nodded.
"Well, she snapped when you were first brought in here. She wasn't happy with me and Harry moving in together, so I told her what I thought, and she snapped." George nodded.
"She's afraid. Her kids are leaving her too soon." Ginny nodded, frowning.
"We thought we lost you when we first got the message." She had looked away, drying her eyes from the tears that had sprung up. He smiled.
"I thought I lost myself for a second." Harry tilted his head.
"I know what it's like now." That was what Harry was thinking he would say. He looked down. George looked at him.
"You know what it's like. I know now also." Ginny looked at her older brother, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, George, don't say that." Harry looked at her, and held her hand. George shook her head.
"Ginny, if I don't think I actually wanted to die that night. It has taught me a lot, just saying." She closed her eyes.
"It's taught me not to be afraid. It didn't hurt. I would've went peacefully." Harry shook his head.
"You might've, but the rest of us wouldn't because of it." George tilted his head, questioningly.
"We should be talking about happier things. I'll tell you when you get out of here if you still want to know." George nodded, and Ginny went back to attempting to dry her eyes.
"So, when is you're guy's wedding?" Ginny looked up, and smiled through her tears.
"It's August 14. It's a Saturday." George smiled.
"Right after you're birthday, also." She smiled.
"It'll be a birthday present to myself." He grinned.
"And I'll make sure I'm there." They talked until the nurse came in to give him a sleeping draught, and they said goodbye and left.
"He'll be fine." Harry said, reassuring her as they walked down the hallway to the exit.
"But, what did you mean when you said we wouldn't have went peacefully if he did?" She sounded afraid to ask, scared of the answer.
"Well, when we died, we would have looked back to his death, and thought, we could have done something. He could have lived along with us, and died a long age, not in his twenties." Ginny looked at him and grabbed his hand, not saying another word. They left St. Mungos and went to their house, happy about their day.
As the weeks passed, Harry and Ginny's wedding date drew closer. A month before the wedding, George was released from St. Mungos, and was brought straight to the Burrow by his mother.
"Mum, can I please go home?" She shook her head.
"You're staying here. I can't trust you because of-" She stopped, and switched the topic.
"Would you like anything to eat?" He shook his head.
"Mum, are you talking to Ginny or Ron?" She pursed her lips, not answering the question.
"Charlie came down from Romania. He's gone out for a few hours, but he's staying here. And have you seen Bill and Fleur? I think she might be expecting." George nodded.
"Yeah, she isn't. Mum, you need to talk to you're other children. Like, the one getting married in a few weeks?" She gave him a stern look.
"Things were said, and I'm not proud of them. But she isn't old enough to be getting married or be moving out of the house!" George shook his head and walked outside, his mother following closely after him.
"You are not going anywhere!" He grinned at her.
"When have I listened to my mother about not breaking rules? It was nice seeing you, but you really need to talk to her." And with that, he apparated away, leaving her fuming.
"Ginny, do you need anything from the store?" Harry and Ginny were sitting in their kitchen with Ron and Hermione, Harry writing down a quick list of things they were out of.
"Hmm. I don't think so. When are you going?" He shrugged.
"Later or tomorrow." Hermione read over his list.
"You guys are out of butter and eggs." He nodded and added them on.
"And also pastries." Ron said, grabbing the last one. Ginny grinned at him and shook her head.
"That's 'cause you ate all of them." He shook his head, his mouth full of food.
"Nuh uh. 'Dat was 'oo guys." Hermione looked disgusted.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth, Ronald." Harry snorted, and took another look in their fridge. Their house had all the aspects of muggle living inside of it, including a TV.
"Milk. It seems like I've forgotten the most obvious things." Ginny grinned.
"Did you put toothpaste? It would be good to get some of that soon." Ron frowned, finishing his pastry.
"You guys hear that?" Harry cocked his eyebrows.
"You must be hearing things, mate." Ron shook his head.
"Someone here?" They heard footsteps coming down the hall. They looked at each other, pulling out their wands.
"Hello?" Harry called out, walking towards the doorway of the kitchen, when Mrs. Weasley came into the room.
"Dear god, mum. Could've said something." Ron said. She looked around at all of them.
"I came here to apologize. I brought George home to the Burrow, and before he left, he told me to talk to you two." Ginny nodded her head.
"Yes, I accept your apology, and I'm sorry for saying that stuff, but how did you get in here?" She ignored her.
"Now will you please help me find him?" Harry looked confused.
"You lost him?" A worried look came across her face.
"Yes, and I came here so you would help me find him!" Her voice was full of panic.
"Mum, did you check his loft? The one he's been living in for around 3 bloody years?" She looked relieved.
"Yes! I never thought of that." Ron looked at her.
"Incredible." He looked away and sat on a stool next to Ginny.
"Um, Mrs. Weasley, how did you get in our house?" Harry asked. She looked at him.
"Your back door wasn't magically locked." With that, she left, off to go get George again. They looked at each other.
"I'm gonna lock the back door, and then head to the store. Would anyone like to join me?" Ron shrugged.
"I'll go. I can pick some stuff up for my place." Harry nodded, heading to the back of the house before returning, sure that the door was locked. He and Ron headed out, Ginny and Hermione staying back. They walked up the street, looking at the town.
"This place is pretty, pretty." Harry looked at him.
"You've never seen the town, have you?" Ron shook his head.
"Wasn't with you when you got attacked. Remember?" Harry nodded.
"Was trying to forget. A lot of bad things have happened here, but I guess I couldn't resist coming back here." They got to the town square, Ron noticing the statue change into something else.
"Did you see that?" Harry looked over and saw what he was looking to. He and Ron walked over, an older couple standing there looking up at it also.
"Can you dears see this also?" The old women asked them, smiling when they came over. Ron looked up, studying the statue. Harry smiled at her.
"Yes. The last time I saw it was two Christmas's ago. I try to stay away from it." She looked at him with a frown, and Ron spoke.
"Harry, is that you with your parents?" The old man looked over at them, astonished.
"Harry Potter?" The old women looked at him and smiled.
"Is that why you tried to stay away from here?" Harry nodded. She took his hand in hers.
"Thank you." The old man shook his hand.
"Do you live here?" He asked, still in awe.
"Yes. My fiancé and I just moved here. Do you live in the neighbourhood?" She smiled and nodded.
"Phil and I moved here last year. My name is Doreen. It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Potter." Harry smiled.
"Please, call me Harry. It's nice to meet you too." The old man looked to Ron, who was still looking at the statue.
"Aren't you Ron Weasley?" Ron looked over, shocked that someone knew his name.
"Yes, I am." The old man smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you. You two young men are heroes, and I thank you for getting rid of, him." The war may have ended, but people were still afraid of the name.
"Voldemort?" Ron asked, and the couple gasped, in shock.
"You, say his name?" The women asked.
"Well, fear of a name is fear of a thing itself is what someone once told me." The old women smiled.
"You're right. Things are still a little shaky after the war. It was nice meeting you, but we have to go now. The grandkids are in town." Harry smiled.
"It was nice meeting you." They smiled.
"It was nice meeting you two as well. I hope we can get together for lunch or dinner sometimes." Harry smiled.
"I'm sure my fiancé would love that." Ron and Harry waved goodbye to them, as they did the same, continuing their walk towards the store.
"You haven't been over here since two Christmas's ago?" Harry nodded.
"I would usually apparate to a block near it, but today we walked." Ron nodded, not asking any other questions. They got to the store, and walked up and down the aisles, getting the things they needed.
"That will be fifty-seven eighty-one, sir." Harry handed the cashier the money, smiling at her as he did. She blushed and looked away, grinning.
"I'm not walking back here, so you better hope Ginny doesn't need anything else." Harry looked at Ron. They both noticed the cashier blushing, and her smile dropping when Ron mentioned Ginny.
"I'm pretty sure I got everything." Ron shrugged. The cashier handed Harry his change, and they picked up the bags and walked back to the house. When they got there, Ginny helped Harry put everything away, and they all went back to the kitchen, taking up their spots from before.
"So Harry, have you heard anything from Gringotts?" Hermione asked, an idea forming in her head. Harry nodded.
"I get letters from their every other week, but it's just to sign legal documents and financial reviews." Hermione nodded, saying what she had on her mind.
"I think I know what you can do with you're money." Harry looked at her with curiosity, and listened to her talk.
"Well, I was thinking you invest. You can start up a business that connects with other wizard and muggle businesses across the world, inventing and financing items that would be sold globally. That way the money wouldn't be put to waste." Harry thought about it.
"Hermione, I have a meeting on Monday. Can you come with me?" She nodded, smiling. He looked over at Ginny and Ron.
"Can you guys come as well?" They nodded, excited to hear his thoughts.
"Hello Mr. Potter, friends." A goblin had met them inside Gringotts, taking the four of them to see the chancellor.
"Hello Mr. Potter." Harry bowed deeply, the goblin doing the same. He motioned for them to sit.
"So, my friend Hermione gave me a very bright idea on Thursday." The chancellor looked at him with curiosity and motioned for him to continue.
"Well, she said that instead of letting the money sit in a vault, doing nothing, she said to start a company, and invest." The goblin thought about it, and looked to Harry's team of financial advisors for questions.
"Well, Mr. Potter, what investments would you be making?" Harry looked to Hermione, and she answered.
"Well, he could invest in wizard and muggle companies." They nodded, interested in the idea.
"Another question, what would it be called?" Harry looked up, responding.
"I hadn't thought about it yet." Ron piped up, adding an idea.
"How 'bout Potter Industries?" Harry grinned.
"I like it." He looked at his team and they were all nodding.
"What would you invest in?" Harry looked at Hermione before answering.
"Good inventions, starting businesses with good ideas, that sort of things." They nodded. Within a few hours of the start of the meeting, the team had a start-up plan, the business formed and planned.
"So, you're investing one hundred million galleons into the investments at start?" Harry nodded, he had been looking at Hermione for the math questions all meeting.
"So, where will the offices be located?" Harry thought about it.
"Hmm. I'll have to look into that." The meeting wrapped up, and soon the four friends were on their way, Ginny inviting them back to the house. They got their quick, and Harry and Hermione immediately started to look through Harry's property list to see what he had. By eight that evening, they had found a building he owned in London.
"The whole building is vacant, but in good shape. This would be great!" Ginny said. Harry grinned.
"So that's it then. If the business grows, we can find another building." They nodded. Harry had ordered food for them over the phone, and they were currently eating take-out in the living room.
"This is really good. And you can get it by the telephone?" Ron asked, amazed. Hermione grinned.
"It's take out Ron." He looked at his plate in awe.
"These muggles might really be magic." They all laughed.
Within a week, Harry already had plans to get the business running by the beginning of September. He could have gotten it set up sooner, but he waited until after his wedding. Ginny had Hermione and Luna as her bridesmaids, and Harry had Ron and Neville as his Groomsmen. As the day of the wedding grew near, Ginny had been getting more and more stressed with the last minute details.
"You have a dress?" Harry asked. She nodded.
"There's a place that it's being held at?" She nodded again. She had picked a chapel in Godrics Hallow, loving the town as much as Harry did, maybe even more.
"Is there a place for the reception?" She nodded again, as they were renting out a beautiful wedding hall, perfect for her.
"Is there a place for people to sit?" She nodded again.
"Then I'm pretty sure you can stop stressing." She smiled but spoke with frustration in her voice.
"It's annoying. The florist doesn't have the flowers I want, and the other ones I want he has in the wrong color." Harry grinned.
"You do remember you're a witch, right." Ginny's eyes widened with realization.
"I can just change the color with magic!" He laughed and kissed her, helping her work out the rest of the plans.
The day of the wedding arrived, and soon Ginny was getting on her dress, Harry putting on his bowtie.
"Ready mate?" Neville asked, happy to be there for his friend. Harry grinned. He looked over at Ron, who looked more nervous than him.
"Ron, you okay?" Harry asked, not a nerve in his body. He was excited more than anything, and wasn't stressed out or nervous. Ron looked up.
"You do realize, that Hermione is going to want to get married also, right?" Harry and Neville looked at each other, holding in laughs.
"And?" He looked at them, scared.
"I'm not ready to get married!" Harry grinned.
"It's your lucky day. I'm getting married. Now, put on your bowtie and let's get out there." Ron nodded, feeling less nervous. Everyone was finishing getting seated when Harry, Neville and Ron walked up to the altar.
"Is that Ronald or Ginevra? I hope he gets a haircut soon." They heard Aunty Muriel in the front row, complaining. Harry and Neville stifled their laughs, when she started up again.
"Is Ginevra getting married to Harry Potter or James Potter? Their resemblance really is uncanny." By the time the wedding started, she had made comments about everyone, not a care who heard.
When the music started, Harry's heart jumped with joy, and the bridesmaids walked down the aisle slowly. When Ginny came in, she was the only thing he was focused on. She looked stunning in her wedding dress.
"Her dress is a little tight, and low cut if I say so myself." Aunty Muriel said in a load whisper, not saying it to anyone in particular.
When Ginny got to the altar, Harry smiled even wider. The master of ceremonies was there, and he talked for 15 minutes, for which Harry didn't care to listen. He was too busy thinking about Ginny. When the vows came up, Harry said his first.
"Ginny, the first time I met you, I'm pretty sure I fell in love right then and there. I just didn't realize it until a few years ago, which was the best thing I ever realized. Every day I wake up and when I look at you, I get the same feeling that you are the best thing that has every happened to me. I want to make sure that you live a happily ever after." He finished his vows and everyone awed, and he heard Mrs. Weasley crying from the front row.
"Harry, when I was little, I never thought I would grow up to marry you. I thought you were a childhood crush and I would grow out of it. I'm happy I didn't. You've saved my life plenty of times. And in the process you took my heart. I love you and everyday I wake up happy. You've already made my happily ever after come true." They finished up their vows and the master of ceremonies asked for the rings.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginevra Molly Weasley to be your loving wife, to care and to hold, until death do you part?"
"I do." Ginny's heart soared, never being happier then at that moment.
"And do you, Ginevra Molly Weasley take Harry James Potter to be your loving husband, to care and to hold, until death do you part?"
"I do."
"Then, with the power invested in me, you are now husband and wife."
Sorry I uploaded this late, I wanted to upload it like, two hours ago, but fanfiction wasn't letting me post it. Remember to review and favorite and all that stuff.