A/N: Trigger warning: mention of a mass grave, including a brief (one-sentence) description.
If you want to skip it, just skip the paragraph after Harry asks about her parents' graves.
If you don't want to read anything about the graves, or coffins, stop reading after the first paragraph until the line break.

This is the shortest chapter of the wedding, but I do think there are some nice character moments in there. We are already over halfway now ..
The name of one of my foster kittens is in this chapter, feel free to guess which one that is...

For the final few days, Ginny wore a different dress. This dress had a more regular silhouette but even then, it seemed to accentuate everything so wonderfully, unlike anything she had worn before. The maroon colour made the oranges and reds in her hair stand out, something Harry had immediately commented on when seeing her in the morning. Now their colours matched, and Harry was wearing a darker maroon suit and both their outfits had the same golden flower details.

Coming up to the temple today was in a much more subdued manner. Today, they were honouring the God of the Dead and so, were remembering the ones they had lost. Ginny got off Red a bit more easily today, the dress giving her a bigger range of motion.

She petted Red and wrapped her cloak tighter around her. It was getting colder each day. As her brothers walked into the temple, Harry led her to the graveyard behind the temple. There was a long line of tombstones that stood out from the rest and Ginny knew those were the Kings and Queens of Ignotia.

Harry started at the far left with her. "This is King Ignotius, the first King of the Kingdom as we know it. Also, the furthest back my family tree goes, in records anyway."

Ginny listened silently as Harry walked to the next tombstone.

"This is Maximus, his son. He named the country Ignotia." He walked on. "Queen Eudoxia."

"Now that's a great candidate for a baby name," Ginny commented softly.

Harry smiled. "Definitely not." He shook his head in amusement.

They continued down the line, sometimes he had something fun to say, sometimes a name was all she got. She knew she would get to know all their stories eventually once she had time to sit down and read up about Ignotia.

Harry's mood grew sombre again as they neared the end of the line. "King Fleamont. My grandfather. He was a very kind King. My mum spoke very fondly of him. Of course, my dad did too. And his wife, Queen Euphemia." He took another step. "And that's mum and dad."

Ginny wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Thinking of it... Peter arranged their funeral, sat there and comforted me while he was responsible for it," he said bitterly. "I still don't understand how he could have done it."

"I am sorry," was all she had to offer.

"Since they died together, they were buried in the same coffin. So they could be together in death too." He let out a deep sigh and Ginny could tell he was close to tears.

She rubbed his back in comfort.

"Have you ever been able to go to your parents' graves?" he asked.

She let go of him and took a step away. She nodded without meeting his gaze. "They don't... have their own grave. Bellatrix didn't even give them that. They were thrown in a mass grave with all the others they killed that night." Her chest felt tight, and she could feel her eyes water. "A pile of redheads is what Bill said." Her arms wrapped around herself. "I've been there once, with Regulus. I had insisted even though it was dangerous." She looked up to meet Harry's eyes. He was listening carefully, his eyes compassionate. "It was strange seeing it, knowing people thought I was buried there with them. With my parents... aunts, uncles, cousins..."

She stopped talking and Harry reached out. She allowed him to pull her into a tight hug. She buried her face against him. She thought she was ready for today, but it had suddenly overwhelmed her. She took a few steadying breaths.

Harry held her tightly. Despite his own tragic history, this reminded him once again how much worse Ginny's life had been - the killings more brutal, the price much higher. He kept his arms wrapped until she moved and then his hands moved to her face, holding it softly. "I'm sorry."

She nodded softly. "I know getting Harpia back won't get them back, but I want to make Bellatrix pay for what she did. To me, to my family, to you."

He offered a comforting smile. "And we will." He kissed the top of her head.

Her gaze met his again and she nodded with determination. "We will." She held out her hand and he took it, making their way to the temple together.

Harry sat beside her in the temple, both clenching each other's hand for comfort as Tassia held the moon-shaped symbol and went over the names of those they had lost. Ginny's list was significantly longer, and he listened carefully, trying to commit the names of all the cousins to memory so he could honour them too.

It was a difficult day for her and her brothers and so Harry deliberately stood aside after the ceremony and let them be together as a family. Only whenever Ginny reached out, he'd make sure he was within reach to squeeze her hand or hold her for as long as she needed.

That's why he was surprised when they had gathered in a circle for a family dance that evening, Bill and Ginny left a gap between them, and both stuck out their hand for him to join. Ginny smiled reassuringly and so he stepped forward and joined in their dance. Smiles appeared again on all their faces as they danced together.

When the music stopped, they let go of their hands and bowed to each other. Harry bowed too and then stepped back. He slowly made his way through the room and stepped outside. He sat down on the stairs leading to the garden and stared up at the sky and greeted the moon, greeted Gynus.

"She's bright tonight, isn't she?"

Harry didn't need to turn around to know Ginny was behind him. He nodded as she sat down beside him and looked up at the moon too.

"Should we be outside together without anyone else?" Harry asked her.

She chuckled. "I think the two guards count." She looked to her left. "Right, Seamus?"

"I am not listening!" he immediately answered, showing he was very much listening.

"Why don't you go inside and swap spots with Nigel?" she suggested.

Seamus nodded and quickly walked inside.

Harry looked at her with confusion. "Do you have a problem with Seamus?"

"Not at all." She whispered, ensuring Ernest didn't hear as he stood on the other side. "Someone he fancies is a guest. I am sure he'd appreciate the view much better there."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously, wracking his brain over possible candidates.

Ginny patted his knee. "You'll figure it out." Her expression shifted to concern. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Yes, I am fine."

"You left so soon after the dance and you have been very quiet today..." She fidgeted with the sleeve of her dress. "I know it's a difficult day for all of us but..."

He shook his head abruptly. "This day is very much about family, and I just wanted to give you space."

Ginny's eyes reflected something between realisation and confusion. "Dearest, you are family."

"I know, I know, I am halfway to being their in-laws," he told her.

"That's not..." Now she looked at him with pity. "That's not why. They genuinely like you, you're one of us now. They value and care for you."

Harry suddenly found it hard to swallow. "Oh." He looked at his knees, away from her. "I just thought they were being nice. I am valuable to their cause, you see. And— And that's fine, I am aware of that."

"They are thankful for that. We are." She scooted closer to him and looped her arm through his. "Finding out about Peter was a huge issue for our plan. You could have pulled back then and told us to forget about it, but you went ahead without question. Bill has a huge amount of respect for you. Not just as a King, but for you as a person as well. They have gotten to know you and they all speak very fondly of you."

He sat quietly for a moment as he took in her words. Nigel stepped outside and took Seamus' spot. Ginny's cheek pressed against Harry's shoulder.

"I am very honoured to be considered part of your family," he said after a while. He could feel her squeeze his arm. He looked up at the moon again, it was big and bright tonight. As if you went up a hill, you could perhaps touch it. "I always pitied Gynus," he told her.

"Why?" she asked softly, her head raising again so she could look at him.

"Her twin Gydus has all the official ceremonies; he leads the other Gods and Goddesses... he is bright and powerful. What does Gynus get? The night, and dead people. It seems like a sad existence."

Ginny looked up at the moon and then back at him. "I never saw it that way," she said quietly. "While Gydus is out creating and leading, he doesn't notice the departed. Gynus does. She is gentle and caring. When someone dies, she takes their hand and goes I know this next part is scary, let me take your hand and guide you. You're going to be okay. That's why it's the moon. The sun gives life, but it can be blinding. The moon will give you just enough light to guide you through the darkness."

"Can I just listen to you talking for the rest of my life?" he asked softly.

Her arms wrapped around his waist. "That's what we're trying to do here."

"Your version of things always seems a little better," he told her.

She chuckled. "And you haven't even heard my version of Babbitty Rabbitty yet."

"You need to tell me that sometime," he told her.

"Okay." She looked towards the castle. "We need to get back inside. Sirius was attempting to pull Regulus into a dance, and I want to be there for the aftermath."