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Chapter 10

The next morning started off faster than any other morning I had been in the Burrow that summer. With the wedding starting that afternoon, Mrs. Weasley was in a complete frenzy with setting up the last minute materials and everyone else was running around to complete whatever task she had ordered them to do. While the majority of the setup had already been taken care of, Mrs. Weasley was set on having everything "perfect" for when the guests would start to arrive. So, as a natural response to all of this nonsense, I did my best to stay out of her way so I wasn't trampled when she ran around the house.

"Do you think she'll regain her sanity after the wedding?" Fred asked as he stepped into the sitting room where I was picking up some books and papers that had been left there the previous night.

"It's hard to be certain about that," I laughed. "Now, you didn't come in here to avoid your mother, right?"

"No, of course not," Fred said sarcastically as he scratched the back of his head. "I resent you for suggesting such an awful thing."

As if on cue, I heard his mother down the hall calling out and asking where her husband was to double-check the durability of the tent that was standing outside. When she came across the room that Fred and I were in, her son immediately jumped behind me.

"Fred – go find your father!" she demanded. "We need to make sure that the tent won't fall during the ceremony."

"It would make things a lot more entertaining," Fred shrugged.

One look from her shut him up and he immediately left the room in search for his father. Mrs. Weasley looked at me suddenly and then paused as if she were going through her head to figure out what she needed to order me to do before the ceremony started.

"Where's the Polyjuice potion we gave you for today?" she asked after a moment.

"I think it's upstairs," I said. "It's a bit early to take it, don't you think?"

"Hermione said that she said it up there," she nodded. "But you need to make sure to take that before the first guests arrive – we can't risk having anyone know who the two of you are."

"I know," I said. "I'll make sure that Harry is with me when we take our potions."

It wasn't too much longer before I had to find Harry so we could escape before any of the guests arrived and were able to see who we really were. After I had finished tidying up the last bits of the house, I went on a search for my brother to make sure we took the potions at about the same times to keep our disguises from fading away at separate times. When I found him, he was standing with Ron, Hermione, and Neville outside and they looked as though they were hiding away from someone. Of course, I assumed that someone was Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry, I think we need to go get ready," I told him as I walked over to their group.

"You probably should," Ron said as he looked down at his watch. "The guests should be getting here fairly soon if they want to be early."

"Your Polyjuice Potion was left up in Ron's room," Hermione said. "I put it up there just this morning – it's all ready for you to take."

"Wonderful," Harry said sarcastically. "I can't wait."

"Is it that bad?" Neville asked.

"It's not completely horrible," I said. "But it's not exactly pleasant either."

Despite his opposition to the situation, Harry followed me into the house and up the stairs to Ron's room for the change. Even though neither one of us was really thrilled about the idea of taking this horrible potion and having our bodies awkwardly form into someone else, we knew that it was necessary if we wanted to get through the ceremony without any problems.

In Ron's room, we found two potions set on a table with a label on each for who it was for. Next to the cauldrons, we found a note explaining who we would be acting as for the remainder of the day. Even though we were already told, it was never a bad idea for us to be reminded in case we had forgotten a detail.

"Well, this is it," Harry sighed.

We both picked up the cauldrons and looked down at the mud-like substance that was inside of it. Trying not to think too much about it, I got prepared to drink the potion.

"Bottoms up," I said with a lack of enthusiasm.

Without another moment wasted, both of us downed the contents of the potion as quickly as possible to try to get the taste out of our mouths as soon as possible. Once we set down our cauldrons, it didn't take long for the potion to have its effects.

It didn't matter how many times I took the potion, because I would never get use to the strange feeling that it gave you when you began to change into another person. Nothing about the experience was pleasant and I hated being forced to attend a wedding as someone that was not myself. Even with my discontent, I knew that there really wasn't much of a choice considering the circumstances. At the end of the day, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"I don't like this," Harry complained as he began to pull on his clothing that was now a little tighter than he was used to.

While Harry's transformation had shrunken him down about an inch in height, my disguise had managed to make me grow a few inches and make me just slightly taller than my brother's new form. Even though it wasn't a significant height change, it still managed to throw me off a little bit.

Figuring that the potion had completed its effects, I looked around the room for a nearby mirror and when I finally found one, I was slightly surprised by my new appearance. Instead of my long, straight, red hair, I now had hair that stopped just above my shoulders and managed to have a somewhat elegant wave to it as it reached its tip. While I did have some freckles myself, it was nothing in comparison to what I had now – it nearly covered my skin completely. Rather than my usually green eyes, I noticed that they had changed to a darker brown color.

"You definitely look like a Weasley," Harry commented.

"Harry, being a ginger doesn't qualify as being a Weasley," I said. "Besides, I was ginger before…"

"Fair enough," he shrugged. "Why do I feel so short?"

Harry then began to walk around the room in a strange way that reminded me a lot of a confused looking penguin that was roaming around. It must have been the unfamiliarity with this new body that had him walking in such a strange way.

"Alright, alright," I said. "Let's change into our clothes – the guests will be here soon."

As I walked over to Ginny's room to find my dress, the others began to walk upstairs to find their own gowns. Hermione and Ginny seemed surprised at first to see me looking like a different person, but it was quickly overlooked when they began to get their things together.

I wore a dress that was a light purple color that went down just below my knees and managed to still fit me despite my new appearance. When we had gone shopping, we had purposely bought a dress that was slightly longer than I wanted to account for the fact that I was going to be a bit taller. Thankfully, the girl that I had changed into didn't have a build too different from me other than her height and I was able to still wear what I had bought.

Everything was completely in order when the guests began to arrive and I think that this was a turning point in the day for Mrs. Weasley. Instead of running around to finish last minute objectives, she could finally settle down and greet the people that were coming to see what all she had helped to put together for her son and his new bride. Even though this was supposed to be seen as something that was a little more relaxing than her previous engagements, I couldn't help but feel that Mrs. Weasley felt like she was out of sorts because she no longer had to race around like she was insane.

"Oh, Emily – is that you?" Neville asked when he saw me standing with Ginny outside as we awaited guests.

"That would be me," I smiled.

Neville wore a similar outfit to the ones that Harry was wearing, but he now had some sort of product in his hair. Luckily, there hadn't been too much used on him and it gave him a very nice and clean appearance.

"You look very handsome," I said as I tightened his bowtie. "I'm sure Luna will love it."

"I didn't do this for Luna," he said as he began to blush. "I was just – "

"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "I'm just teasing you."

After that, he went off to help Mr. Weasley with some of the arrangements for the reception. I didn't expect that we would run into each other until the ceremony because of how busy things were about to get once more people began to file through the house.

"Fred and George!" Ginny called out to her brothers.

When they rushed over toward us, I noted quickly that George being in a suit was going to be a huge distraction from the whole ceremony. I would just have to keep reminding myself that I was supposed to be acting like I was actually his cousin.

"Oh, you must be Abigail," George said with a smile. "It is a pleasure to see you again."

He then proceeded to take my hand and, in a very gentlemanly manner, kissed the top of it and smiled as he looked down at me. It only took a second for his sister to step in and flick him on the top of the head.

"What was that for?" George asked as he rubbed where she hit him.

"She's your cousin, you idiot," Ginny said. "You can't go around doing that."

"I was just being polite," George said. "And please, do me a favor and don't remind me that she's supposed to be my cousin – it's just a weird thought."

"It's only for one day," Fred shrugged.

The conversation was brought to a halt when some more guests appeared and needed to be seated. It wasn't long before some people came into the area that I recognized. Wearing extraordinarily bright clothing for the occasion came none other than Luna Lovegood and someone that appeared to be a relative of hers walking beside her. With his similar shade of blonde hair that had grown to touch his shoulders and the alarming shade of yellow robes that matched Luna's, I could only assume this to be her father.

"Hello," she waved to us as she approached. "The wedding looks like it will be lovely."

"You wouldn't mind mentioning that to my mum when you see her, would you?" Ron asked, but only half-jokingly.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence where the pair just looked intently at all of us and it was only broken when Luna made eye contact with both Harry and me. Without even a moment's hesitation, she noticed exactly who we were.

"I see that Harry and Emily changed their looks for the occasion," she said with a smile as she waved at the two of us.

I was suddenly taken aback when I realized that she knew who we were. Were we that obvious about who we were or was this just Luna being able to look at everything differently again? Either way, it was still a bit concerning that someone recognized who we were without telling us.

"How did you know?" Harry asked, sounding just as concerned me.

"It's the way you present yourselves," Luna shrugged. "It's nothing to worry about – I doubt the others will know."

"Right," I said slowly and then quickly tried to change the subject. "So, is this your father?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood," her father said with a short bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"I'll help you two find your seats," Ron said.

"Thank you, Ronald," Luna said. "By the way, do you know where Neville is? I heard that he would be here."

Ron answered her as they got out of earshot and I smiled to myself as I thought of how pleased my friend would be to see her. Considering his excitement with her coming to the wedding to begin with, I looked forward to seeing him around her for the time being. He wouldn't be able to see her for a while and it wasn't exactly hard to figure out that he would miss her a lot. I just hoped that he could be happy for a day.

We let some more people through the tent that were friends and relatives of Fleur's that none of us were familiar with. However, judging by the chatter that was happening when we let them through, it was obvious that they were well known amongst Fleur's crowd.

The next person to come over to us was a very old looking woman that was speaking loudly to the people that were following behind her. The one thing that stuck out the most with her, other than her clear look of disapproval with something that was going on, was the large pink hat that sat on the top of her head that looked as though it had the potential of becoming a weapon if she wanted it to be.

"Oh, Ronald," the old woman said. "Did you even try to make your hair look decent?"

I blinked in surprise at the bluntness of this woman and quickly looked over at Ron, whose hair was sticking up in certain places where it hadn't yet grown as long as the other pieces on his head. Despite this comment, Ron didn't look at all surprised with the old woman that stood in front of him.

"Hello, Auntie Muriel," Ron said with a forced smile. "How are you?"

"I would have been better if I knew that Bill wasn't marrying some French woman," she said with an eye roll. "I cannot believe he couldn't find a decent Englishwoman in these parts – who the hell are they?"

Her sudden change of subject came when she noticed Harry and I standing off to the side.

"Oh, right," said Ron. "It's Barny and Abigail – our cousins."

"I don't remember them," she said as she squinted at us. "Maybe if the Weasleys would stop breeding like rabbits for a minute…"

"Well, I'm actually a Prewett," I said.

"Fascinating," she said without looking even slightly fascinated. "Would someone show me where I'm sitting? I'm 107 years old, I can't stand that much longer."

When George appeared, he immediately took Auntie Muriel to find her seat in the crowd of people that were now sitting in the tent. I don't know what it was about the old woman, but something about her made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"She's quite a character," Ron muttered. "I don't think the woman could say something positive about anything if her life depended on it."

We stayed quiet about the woman for a while as some more people showed up and were looking for their seats. It wasn't long after I got back from helping a couple of French women to their seats that Fred and George returned to their group looking a bit disgruntled.

"I can't believe Auntie Muriel just told me that my head looks lopsided without my other ear," George said.

"Wow, that's rude," I said as I looked over at the old woman who was now seated.

"I know, your head was just as lopsided before and she never said anything," Fred said.

"The nerve of some people," George said.

After the pair made a few more jokes about George's missing ear and we laughed a bit more, there was an appearance of a certain guest that made Hermione lose all color in her face. When I turned to see who it was, I was shocked to see the a face that I hadn't seen in years.

"Viktor," Hermione said as he came closer.

Viktor Krum hadn't been seen by any of us since the Triwizard Tournament and I genuinely didn't think I would ever see him again after he left from Hogwarts that year. Seeing him again brought back memories of my fourth year at Hogwarts and I suddenly wondered if he had brought his twin brother Vector along with him.

"Hello," he said with a smile toward Hermione.

I noted that Ron was glaring at Viktor as though he was seconds away from telling him off for being in the same area as him. It was funny how his jealousy of Viktor had managed to stay the same throughout all of these years.

"How are you?" Hermione asked, as her face grew pink.

"I am well," Viktor said. "It's been so long – we have much to talk about."

"Is there a reason you decided to come here?" Ron asked abruptly.

All of us immediately turned to Ron with a raised eyebrow at how rude he was being. Even though I could understand his dislike of the man, I couldn't believe that he was going to be this obnoxious about his jealousy. It wasn't Viktor's fault that Ron hadn't got up the nerve to talk to Hermione.

"I was invited," Viktor said as his eyes flickered to the rest of the group.

There was an awkward moment of silence were we all sort of looked around because we didn't really know where to go from the outburst from Ron. Deciding that the silence was too much, I decided to speak up.

"So did you bring anyone with you?" I asked.

"My brother should be just around the corner," Viktor said as he glanced behind him and then stared back at me. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

I suddenly realized that I wasn't Emily Potter and that it seemed a little strange that I asked him that question. It only took me another moment to see that George was giving me a suspicious look that reminded me a little bit of the look that Ron was giving Viktor at the moment.

"Oh, no," I said. "I'm Abigail – a cousin of Bill's…I'm a big fan of your work."

"Right," said Viktor. "Of course…"

Just then, another familiar looking face walked around the corner and stepped toward us. Before he made it to us, I noticed George's face going a little pale as his eyes flickered between Vector Krum and me.

"Fred," George spoke up. "How about you show Viktor to his seat?"

Fred looked around at the situation and, for once, did just as his brother said. It seemed that Ron was not going to be the only jealous Weasley today when it came to the Krum brothers.

"Vector, your brother just took a seat," Ron said as he stared off to where Fred had just taken the previous guest.

"I'll catch up to him in a minute," Vector said. "I was just wondering, do you know if Emily Potter happens to be here?"

As he looked around, I noticed George's face was no longer pale and had grown somewhat pink within the next few seconds as Vector looked around the area for me. Suddenly flashes of my fourth year at Hogwarts came back to me. Before George and I dated, I had only briefly talked to Vector Krum throughout that year and it had made George incredibly jealous. Maybe it was something with the Weasley boys, but they seemed to hold grudges against these guys.

"She couldn't make it," I said.

"That is a pity," he said looking disappointed. "I was looking forward to seeing her again…I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Abigail," I said. "A cousin of the groom."

"I'm Vector Krum," he said. "A friend of the bride."

He then took my hand and kissed it just as George had done before. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could practically see him twitching as he looked at the two of us.

"Let me bring you to your seat," George said after he coughed to get his attention.

As they walked away, I heard Vector ask George about me and whether or not we were still dating. When I looked back, I saw George's head briefly turn to face mine.

"It's complicated," I heard him say from afar.

If those hadn't been the most awkward meetings of all time, I couldn't imagine what was. Between Ron and George, the immaturity seemed to be at an all time high as they glared at the Krum brothers. From those meetings alone, I couldn't imagine that the rest of the day would be going as smoothly as I thought it would have.

When Fred and George got back, they told us all that we should go ahead and take our seats because the ceremony was about to start. I took a point of walking next to George as we made our way over to the tent where everyone was congregated.

"Please behave," I said to him quietly.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

The look I gave him must have done enough convincing for him to drop the act that he was trying to put on. He should have known better than to have tried to act dumb – everyone that was there for that encounter knew what was happening in his head.

"I just don't like him being here, okay?" he said. "And I really don't like that he's trying to make a move on you when you're not even yourself."

"Is that any different from you?" I asked. "You make a pass at me every chance you get."

He looked at the ground and must have realized that I had a point. The only difference between the two was that Vector didn't actually know that I was Emily Potter at the moment. My disguise didn't seem to have too much effect on how the two of them were treating me.

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding genuine as he did. "I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable…"

"You're only making me uncomfortable by treating Vector the way you are," I said. "It's not appropriate. You're acting like I'm your property that you have to protect and I don't like it."

"You're right," he said. "Forgive me…I know that I'm being immature…"

"You are acting immature," I said. "Besides, you know that he doesn't stand a chance against you."

He blinked and stared at me for a moment a though he was trying to comprehend what I had just said. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but he didn't respond because we had just entered the tent and this conversation might appear to be strange to others considering I was supposed to be portraying his cousin.

I quickly found where Harry was going to sit and made my way toward him. Even though we were the family in this situation, the two of us would not be sitting in the closest seats because we weren't immediate as "cousins." Instead, Harry and I ended up sitting in the third row back in seats that were a little too close to where Auntie Muriel was located.

As the music began to play, I realized that it wouldn't be that much longer until I could return to being Emily Potter and not have to hide who I was from everyone around me. That was the only thing that I could do to try to convince myself that I could keep up the façade that I was a Weasley for the rest of the evening. All I had to do was make it through the ceremony.

I just wanted to note down here that there is a possibility that I might change Vector Krum's name at some point when I finally get to revise the older stories of mine. When I do, and if he appears later in this story with a different name, I will make a note of it. If you disagree at all with my decision to change the name, go ahead and voice your opinion in the comments section!

Thanks for reading!