The day of the wedding approached in a frenzy of last minute preparations and rushed attempts to create the perfect, dream wedding for Fleur and Bill. A giant marquee had been put up in the garden and had an aisle of red roses leading right up the centre of the grand tent. Harry spent a lot of time with Hermione and Ron sitting next to the aisle planing what they were going to do when it was time to leave and go and fight the Dark Lord. The night before the wedding Ginny and Harry knew that they probably wouldn't see each other for a long time after the wedding. "Ginny, I am going to miss you so much. You and James." Harry said lovingly, his hand placed lovingly on her stomach. Ginny started to tear up and was, for the first time in a long time, too sad to say anything much, apart from "Harry I love you, Harry, be safe." These words hit Harry harder than he had ever thought they would. These words were of course the last words his mother had ever said to him. His efforts to maintain a strong, dependable exterior melted away and Harry collapsed into a blubbering mess of tears. Ginny immediately felt guilty about what she had said even though she didn't know why her words had affected him in this way. "I wish you didn't have to go, but I know that you will come back safe. Just please be back before James is born!" Ginny pleaded. "Ginny we have nine months, we'll be fine!" Harry reassured her. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing and waiting for the morning of the wedding to arrive when they would part and go and help in whatever way was possible.
The wedding was beautiful. Fleur glided elegantly down the aisle accompanied by her little sister towards Bill who was waiting nervously at the make-shift alter. The ceremony went along without a hitch. Almost everyone cried, including Harry, he just hoped that however beautiful this wedding was, that his and Ginny's wedding would be even better. As soon as Fleur and Bill were pronounced man and wife everyone erupted into a tidal wave of cheering, crying and congratulations towards the happy couple. As much as everyone loved the wedding, itself, everyone loves wedding receptions more. Non-alcoholic butterbeer and champagne made its way around the room and the toasts dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, however, when the final toast was made the newly-weds took to the dance floor. People watched them dance half jealous and half nostalgic for their own wedding. Harry and Ginny felt neither. They were just grateful that they were safe and that their remaining time together before Harry left would be perfect. Suddenly a ball of bright blue light crashed into the marquee and Kingsley's deep, booming voice echoed around the now silent tent. "The ministry has fallen, the minister of magic is dead, they are coming, they are coming." The light disappeared as panic and chaos ensued with death eaters popping up out of nowhere. Harry tried to run towards Ginny but Lupin stopped him and yelled at him "GO!" Hermione grabbed him and Ron and they disapperated.