Author's Note: I'm having so much fun rereading and posting this old story! I realize the chapter I uploaded today was short compared to the others, so I thought I'd add another. I don't really like it when people say things like "I'll post another chapter after I receive 10 reviews." If you like the story, leave a review. If you're on your phone and it's a pain in the booty, don't worry about it. I hope you're all enjoying yourself though.

The Castle of Burrow was large enough to contain all of Godric's Hollow at least five times. The walls not only contained areas of commerce, but dwellings, stables, shops, inns, bakeries, and an uncountable number of people. Everyone from beggars in rags to foreign officials in strange clothing walked the well-paved streets. The six riders earned neither notice nor assistance as they entered the city.

"This way," Harry finally said, leading Nimbus through the people and up to the castle doors. Unlike the ones at home, they were not sitting open.

Two stout men in armor straightened up as Harry approached.

"What is your business here?" the one on the left asked rudely.

"I am Harry Potter of Gryffindor, I was summoned by His Majesty." It was a strange thing to say, having not actually spoken to the King and having no letter of summons.

The one on the right eyed them suspiciously. "Your horses need to be stabled and your weapons will be confiscated."

They were given quick directions and were soon being led into the castle by three escorts in plated armor. The five men who had ridden with Harry were told to wait outside the final set of doors, while he was sent through. They made no protests, but Harry gave them one last look before entering the throne room alone. He heard the doors close behind him.

The throne room was draped in orange cloth. Behind the king's seat was a coat of arms bearing a weasel. Harry would have continued to appraise the decoration if the man on the throne had not stood up. King Arthur was a man in his late forties with severe balding: only a few thin strands of red hair remained below the golden crown that hid the shiny top of his head. He looked down at Harry only a moment before he smiled widely. "Sir Harry, so good you could come on such short notice."

If this man were truly cross with Harry's lack of action, he was very good at hiding it. Harry moved to kneel but King Arthur placed a hand on his shoulder before he reached the floor. "Oh no, dear boy, we have far too much to discuss to waste time on such things. Please, come with me."

As the two men walked, Harry became aware that Sir Albus had not actually told the king anything that would get him in trouble. On the contrary, King Arthur seemed very moved by Harry's willingness to let the younger Malfoy live. "After all, Harry, from the sounds of it, he was not much different from you." That sentiment struck a nerve in Harry; they didn't seem at all similar in his eyes. But the King had continued walking and was talking very quickly.

"A man such as yourself must be considering a family. You have no siblings I am told."

"No, sire," Harry responded, though his mind was still on the first half of the thought. He had not given much thought into a family even though he knew many men his age who had been married for five or more years.

"Yes, I suspect you have been waiting for the perfect woman." Luna's faced danced quickly in Harry's mind, but he pushed it away. She may have been perfect, there was no fault he had found, but Harry suspected the king was not going in that direction. How could he possibly know of a peasant girl that didn't even live in his city?

"My daughter, Ginevra, she is nearly twenty one and still has found no suitable husband." Harry's feet became rooted to the ground as though the floor had bonded to the soles of his shoes.

"My Lord?"

Arthur turned and looked back at Harry, smiling. "I am convinced that she will be most pleased with you. She has turned down every eligible man from here to the Far East, but I believe that you may just be the answer to my prayers."

Arthur turned again and continued on his previous path. Harry quickly moved to catch up. "I am deeply honoured, Your Majesty, but what makes you certain that she will smile upon me more favourably than the others?"

The king simply smiled. "I think I know my daughter, Mr. Potter. She is beautiful, but she has an opinion and frequently makes it known; a trait of her mother's I am afraid." They stopped outside a door which the king knocked on. "Ginevra, dear, would you please come out?"

This all felt incredibly unorthodox to Harry. He had not been required to kneel before his king, he had just been offered a marriage to the princess, and rather than meet her in the throne room, they had walked all the way to what Harry realized, once the door opened, were her bed chambers. "M-my Lady," he quickly stammered out.

The princess was breathtaking, with stunning red hair pulled back into small braids that were piled high on her head. Her gown was mostly black with white trimming and puffed sleeves. Around her neck hung a silver chain with a large green stone dangling from it. She offered Harry only the slightest curtsey and stared at her father expectantly, though her features remained soft.

"Dearest, this is Sir Harry of Gryffindor. He hails from Godric's Hollow." There was a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of the lady's eye. Harry wondered if he had imagined it. "He is a brave and honourable man who has fought for our kingdom. I have offered him your hand." It was clear from the King's voice that even though the offer was on the table, the princess had at least some power to remove it.

She looked at Harry for only a moment. Something, perhaps recognition, flashed in her eyes. "It would be an honour to be the wife of such a man."

Harry's heart thudded in his chest as his mind slowly worked to catch up with the situation that had just unfolded. Seeing herself unnecessary, Ginevra backed into her chambers and closed the door.

King Arthur's face was alight with joy. "I knew it! All of those offers from rich men from distant lands, that wasn't what she desired at all." At Harry's puzzled expression, the king lowered his voice and took a step closer. "I have spent many years as a married man, Sir Harry. I knew that the only way for the man who would follow in my footsteps to be a successful monarch would be if he were happily married. And believe me when I say that the amount of happiness in a marriage is greatly dependent upon the happiness of the wife." He gave Harry a wink and then moved back down the hall toward the throne room. "Come, dear boy, we have papers to draw up."