A wedding to remember

[Bongo]

Title: A Wedding To Remember

Fandom: Harry Potter

Spoilers: SPOILERS FOR HALF BLOOD PRINCE

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling.

A/N: The book was really depressing, so I tried to make the story

not really depressing.

Dumbledore was dead. He had dated Ginny Weasley. At least two

fragments of Voldemort's soul had been destroyed. They had won the

quidditch cup. Dumbledore was dead.

6th year had been one hell of a year for Harry Potter, and even

though it was nearinng the end of summer, Garry still couldn't get

over what had happened. All the memories, snogging his best mates

sister; getting knocked out with a beater bat; finding the horcrux

that wasn't, Dumble dore dying; were stil so fresh in his mind it

felt like no time had gone by at all. But it had, about two

months. Two months he'd had to process everything, but hadn't

processed any of it. Two months he'd wanted to make sure his

friends were ok, but had been unable to. All summer, he's agonized

over not knowing how Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and the other DA

members were.

That was, untill he'd recieved an owl that told him everyone

was ok: An to the wedding of Bill and Fleur.

So that's why Harry was sitting on his bed beside his trunk,

overwhelmed by memories as he waited for Mr Weasley to come pick him

up.

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One ackward good-bye to the Dursleys, three hours in a ministry

of magic car and several misprononciations of muggle words (courtesy

of mr Weasley, who was wearing a red hawaiin shirt, pink and orange

striped hotpants, and black combat boots) later, Harry arrived at

the only place besides Hogwarts he could call home: The Burrow.

While to him, the Burrow was always one of the mostbeautiful places

in the world, they had obviously gone to great lengths to make it

beautiful to everyone else, which made sense, seeing s the ceremony

would be held in the backyard. It looked as if it had been

scrubbed, for one thing. And it was decorated wiith ice statues

that didn't melt, pretty flowers, and several pictures of the happy

couple hanging in midair. It truely was a breathtaking sight.

"Hey Harry!" Harry looked up to see Ron waving to him from the

front steps.

"Hey," he replied, giving his friend a big hug. It was great

to see him again. Together, they walked into the kir=tchen where

Mrs Weasley left her cooking just long enough to tell Harry he was

too skinny and shoo them from the kitchen. Since Mr Weasley was with

Bill, Ginny was with Fleur, Fred and George were getting the yard

set up with Mr Weasley supervising, and the guests hadn't arrived

yet, the two boys set off to Ron's room to play wizards chess.

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Harry sat between Ron, wearing the dressrobes the twins had

bought him, and Hermione, who looked great in her yellow dress with

her hear sleakeazy'd, on a wooden chair in the back yard.

There were beautiful white flowers everywhere. White roses to

be specific. They were everywhere: hanging, tied to chairs, in

Ginny and Gabrielle's (the two bridesmaids) boquets, and in their

hair.

They were pretty all right, but they were driving Harry nuts.

His nose was itching like crazy, and no matter how much he eubbed

it, the feeling wouldn't go away. In fact, it was getting worse.

"ihh...ihhh" he started, his face screwing up, "ihhh..."

"Harry?" Hermione looked up just in time to see hiss

expression. "Are you O-"

"ICCHOOO!" Harry sneezed, bringing his hands to his

face, "AHCHOO!"

"Bless you," hermione told him kindly.

Harry sniffed wetly. "I'm fine," he assured her.

"That's good," she replird, "because it's starting."

And sure enough, the band started to play a slow, melodic

peice. Ginny amd Ganrielle atarted to walk down the aisle.

"Mum wanted to get Celestina Warbeck," Ron whispered, nodding

toward the band. "Phlegm flipped out."

Harry snorted with laughter. Unfortunatly, this made his nose

itch even more. He really didn't want to sneeze now, though. Not

in the middle of the wedding.

"ETTCHSH!" He couldn't help it, the flowers were really

getting to him. Several people around him turned to look at him and

he blushed. Thankfully, the band started playing 'here comes the

bride', and everyone started to look at Fleur, who had just began

her descent down the aisle. She looked positively radient, and

Harry was momentarily awed.

His moment of staring stupidly at the bride ended rather

quickly, at least compared to pretty much every other male in the

audience. What shook him out of it was the fact that his nose was

being crazy again. It tickled like mad and twitched against the

finger he had laid underneath it, and he knew that there was nothing

he could do to stop this sneeze.

"ahh...ahhh...ixxhth" He managed to stifle it completely. A

good accomplishment, but it hadn't helped his nose at

all. "ixxcht" He sneezed again, not being able to control the

feeling. "etschh. ixxsh".Finally, he was done. His nose still

itched, but it wasn't the same desperete need as before.

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Harry managed to keep from interupting the ceremony. He had

sneezed dozens of times, but quiet enough that only Hermiona and Ron

could hear him. The only downside was that Hermione kept blessing

him with a worried look on her face, and Ron kept telling him to

shut up.

"Harry!" Harry looked up to see a whir of orange hair as Ginny

threw her arms around him. "It's so good to see you!"

It was great to see her too, and he wanted very much to tell

her so, nut was unable to. The roses were still adorned in her

hair, and he'd gotten a huge whiff of them when she hugged him. The

only problem was that he couldn't sneeze either. His nose tickled

like never before, but the sneeze refused to come out.

"ahhh...ahhh.. oh bloody hell!" Harry cursed, rubbing his

node, "I hate when this happ-"

"Harry?" Ginny looked at him worridly.

"AACCHOO!!" He finally exploded, bending forward at the waist.

"Bless you," Hermione said. "Still fine?"

Harry rubbed his node and sniffled. "Actually, I think I might

be allergic to the roses," he admitted.

"Why didn't you tske an allergy potion?"

"They make allergy potions?"

"The first one was made by charolette Jenson, Hogwarts nurse

from 1678-1701," Hermione told him, her voice taking on a bit of repremanding quality. "You would know that if you

ever bothered to read Hogwarts, a History.

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[Gallatea]

Very nice! There were a few spelling mistakes, but still very nice! I liked how Harry kept insisting he was fine, even though he kept sneezing.

Continue writing!

[Aljana]

Nicely written in keeping with the books. Much enjoyed! And I totally agree about the last one being depressing. I was all like WTF! Anyway, Nicely done, Thank you!

Aljana

[count tiszula]

It's happened again, damnit. Sorry, where was I?

I really enjoyed this story. I particularly liked your use of the humour which to me is the highlight of Dr Rowling's oeuvre.

But I bet you'll annoy some

one with your slightly brutal summary of HP6.

[Bongo]

It's happened again, damnit. Sorry, where was I?

I really enjoyed this story. I particularly liked your use of the humour which to me is the highlight of Dr Rowling's oeuvre.

But I bet you'll annoy some

one with your slightly brutal summary of HP6.

I didn't mean for the summary to be brutal, but when I read the book I cried. Therefore, I consider it depressing. It was really amazing too, I absolutely loved it. But it was very sad.