AN: Once again I am not JK Rowling.

It was hard to go to sleep that night. We had all recalled the big gold locket we had tried to open then threw out. Without meaning to we had thrown away the horcrux. Sirius had the idea to call on Kreacher sometime tomorrow and figure out what we wanted to know.

Sirius had his arms wound tightly around me when we slept that night. When we woke up the next morning we made love slowly in the morning light. We didn't leave the room until late morning. Ginny was trying to get ready in her room but people kept darting into her room for different things. At least they knocked before entering.

I helped her with her hair and she in turn helped me with me with mine. She also helped me put on some makeup like she had done for Sirius and my wedding. Fleur was screaming in French in the other room. Apparently Fred and George had cursed her shoes to tap dance every couple of minutes.

Once we were done Ginny and I headed downstairs for a late lunch. The house was in pure chaos. The boys were running around and so were the Delacours. The house was pure chaos. When the clock struck for Harry chugged down some massive amounts of polyjuice potion and went to go seat the guests. Ginny and I headed upstairs to change into our dresses. It took us a bit of time to get them on. She headed across to where Fleur was as I made my way down the steps.

Sirius, Neville and a boy with red hair who must have been Harry were standing together. They all looked smart with the dress robes. Sirius pulled out his pocket watch and flipped it open. He was talking quietly with them his eyes darting around.

"When the ceremony is over call for Kreacher and ask him if he kept the gold locket. He probably would have because he cared about Regulus the most. Ask him about it and if he doesn't want to tell you or won't come and get me. I will help where I –" He cut off when he saw me and whistled loudly in appreciation. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

"Thanks Hun you look pretty good yourself." I said smiling at my husband.

Ron appeared with an elderly witch clutching his arm. Her beaky nose, red-rimmed eyes, and leathery pink hat gave her the look of a bad-tempered flamingo.

"…and your hair's much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra. Merlin's beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet. And who are you?" she barked at Harry.

"Oh yeah, Auntie Muriel, this is our cousin Barny."

"Another Weasley? You breed like gnomes. Isn't Harry Potter here? I was hoping to meet him. I thought he was a friend of yours, Ronald, or have you merely been boasting?"

"No – he couldn't come –"

"Hmm. Made an excuse, did he? Not as gormless as he looks in press photographs, then. I've just been instructing the bride on how best to wear my tiara," she shouted at Harry. "Goblin-made, you know, and been in my family for centuries. She's a good-looking girl, but still – French. Well, well, find me a good seat, Ronald, I am a hundred and seven and I ought not to be on my feet too long. And who are you? Are you the muggleborn?" She turned to glare at me. I swallowed thickly and gave her a weak smile.

"Hermione Black." Sirius said his arm circling my waist. "My wife."

Muriel looked me over quickly frowning. "You've got bad posture and no hips. Bad for child bearing."

My heart constricted in pain and I tried to step back. Sirius kept his arm firmly around me. Ron directed the horrible woman towards her seat as tears swam in my eyes.

"Shhhh love its okay." Sirius whispered pulling me closer to his side. I sniffled softly and wiped at my eyes. Ron came back a moment later puffing out a breath.

"Don't take it personally, she's rude to everyone," Ron said softly.

"Talking about Muriel?" George inquired, reemerging from the marquee with Fred. "Yeah, she's just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings."

"Wasn't he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later?" I asked slowly.

"Well, yeah, he went a bit odd toward the end," conceded George.

"But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party," said Fred. "He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his –"

"Yes, he sounds a real charmer," I said quickly to cut him off, while Harry and Sirius both roared with laughter.

"Never married, for some reason," Ron said thoughtfully. I snorted loudly.

"You amaze me," I said.

We all laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. "You look vunderful."

"Viktor!" I gasped turning to him, and dropped my small beaded bag, which made a loud thump quite disproportionate to its size. As I scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, I said "I didn't know you were – goodness – it's lovely to see – how are you?"

Ron's ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Viktor's invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, "how come you're here?"

"Fleur invited me," Viktor said, eyebrows raised.

Harry, who had no grudge against Viktor, shook hands; then offered to show him his seat.

"Your friend is not pleased to see me," Viktor said, as we entered the now packed marquee. "Or is he a relative?" he added with a glance at Harry's red curly hair. Sirius and I followed quietly behind them.

"Cousin –"

"Viktor this is my husband Sirius Black." I said quickly trying to change the course of the conversation. Ron was following silently behind us a dark look on his face.

"The man who vas wrongfully imprisoned?" He asked turning to Sirius.

"The one and only." Sirius said shaking Viktor's hand an easy smile on his face.

"You vill take good care of her, yes?" Viktor asked smiling.

"The absolute best I can." Sirius said pulling me against his side.

"That is all I ask. She's a special voman that one."

Sirius smiled at me. "Yes she is."

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