The Big Day by starwberry_nerd

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 28/08/2011
Last Updated: 28/08/2011
Status: In Progress

unrelated chapters of cavity inducing sap dealing with one of the most important days in any
girl's life: the wedding day, initially inspired by Xelan, further chapters subject to
request/suggestions/inspiration




1. Every Picture's worth at least 1,000 words
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I find myself prone to designing weddings, especially when they're mentioned in stories but
not expanded upon. Xelan has done this in several stories. This particular celebration is the
result of Xelan's “Good News” and has been acknowledged by Xelan as canon for his story.
Unfortunately, since I don't own Harry Potter, it's not canon in the actual books. Ah
well…

Please enjoy

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Dappled green and gold sunlight shone through the leaves of the ancient trees that sheltered the
glade where a gathering was being held on the warm June day. A few of the ancient trees, the
smaller ones whose topmost branches could be seen by the humans who gathered together, had been
decorated with crème and blue ribbons. Wind chimes had been hung in the branches and fairy lights
glowed gently, illuminating the shadows and gave the glade an ethereal feeling. To one side of the
glade was an ancient stone arch, the purpose of which had been long forgotten. But for the day it
had been decorated with twining vines of yellow roses, forget me not blooming at its base. A podium
had been carefully placed before it and a tiny, ancient man stood at the podium, his remaining hair
slicked back and a proud expression on his face. To his left stood a young man with a soft smile on
his face and love shining in his eyes.

Several rows of chairs had been set up in the glade and they were filling fast. In the back,
standing amidst the trees rather than joining the gathering, were centaurs, proud looking creatures
who were half men and half horse. They watched with narrowed eyes, though one with silvery hair,
had a mysterious smile on his face. Off to the side of the arch, slightly away from the podium and
in front of the chairs, a keyboard had been set up. A man with sandy brown hair had begun to play
soft music to entertain the gathering while they waited. A brunette woman in the early stages of
pregnancy stood beside him and began to sing. Her strong, joyful voice filled the glade.

When at last it seemed as though everyone had arrived, the man began to play a different song
and the woman began to sing a different song.

This change in song prompted a tiny pair, a little boy with blue hair and a little girl carrying
a basket, to appear from somewhere in the deeper woods.

The tiny flower girl walked very carefully down the aisle, doing her best to keep in step with
the younger boy beside her. She took two steps, made sure she hadn't trod on the hem of her
blue dress by pulling it up and then shaking it out, checked that the equally small ring bearer
beside her still hand the rings on the decorative pillow in his hands, and then took a fistful of
yellow rose petals and forget-me-nots and threw them in the face of whoever was sitting closest to
her. If her target wasn't looking at her then the girl would abandon her companion and tug on
the person's sleeve to make sure she got them. Most of her victims tried to brush away the
fragrant ammunition only to find that it was stuck fast to their faces and clothes. A few of the
victims pulled out elegantly carved sticks, only for the person next to them to smack their arm and
hiss something at them.

One couple who sat in the very back row of the rows of folding chairs, a fat man with a mustache
like a walrus's and a woman who looked rather like a horse, had discovered that trying to wipe
away the flowers from their clothes resulted in the petals and forget me not blossoms multiplying
and covering them further.

Most of the audience, primarily the part that had not been plagued with inexplicably sticky
flower petals or were close to the furious looking fat man and his wife, were snickering at the
little girl's behavior. Her mother, the singer, tried not to falter in her duty though she
looked caught between mortification and wanting to laugh and it occasionally showed in her voice.
Her father, who played the music accompanying his wife, was openly grinning at his daughter's
behavior, though if he laughed his singing wife jabbed him as subtly as she could manage so he
refrained.

When the little pair finally made it to the altar where the groom waited, his green eyes
glinting with humor and a smile on his face, the little boy handed the pillow to the smiling groom
and then went to the audience and took a seat beside his grandmother and began to suck his thumb,
his hair shifting from blue to butter yellow to emerald green and back to blue. The little girl
threw the remnants of her basket at the diminutive man who presided over the gathering and at the
groom before going to stand beside her mother who continued to sing, though her voice wavered as
she apparently tried not to laugh. The flower girl took her mother's hand and like her
companion, began to suck her thumb as she watched the proceedings with a fascinated expression.

For shortly after the tiny pair had begun their trek down the aisle, three more couples
followed. The pairs were made up of three blonde women, each dressed in longer, more adult versions
of the flower girl's blue dress, partnered with three men who all looked rather uncomfortable
in their tuxedoes. The leading blonde wore a sash of bright, sunshine yellow around her slim waist,
a sunflower in her hair and a pair of earrings that looked to have been made of bottle caps painted
bright yellow. When she walked the tips of bright yellow shoes peeped out from under the hem of her
skirt. The two who followed her wore more sedate, crème colored sashes and modest pearl earrings
and crowns of tiny blue lilies of the Nile in their hair. Each of them carried small bouquets of
yellow roses and forget-me-nots.

When they arrived at the end of the aisle they spilt, the men all going to stand beside the
emerald eyed groom and the women standing opposite them. The leader of the men, a round faced man
with an amused grin, took the pillow from the raven haired man.

“You ready Harry?” he asked.

Harry shot him a look as if to ask if he had been dropped on his head recently but before anyone
spoke further the pianist changed the song once more.

The entire group stood as a young woman emerged from the trees, escorted by an older man with
brown hair and a proud expression.

The woman had a proud lift to her head and her expression shone with happiness. She wore a
beautiful white gown with small cap sleeves and a modest scoop neckline. The white material clung
to her upper body before flaring out slightly at the hips to make a full skirt that swished softly
as she walked. Faint silver embroidery and beadwork decorated the bodice and the hem of the
magnificent gown as well as the modest train. Her rich brown hair had been tamed into an elegant
twist decorated by a crown of lilies of the Nile and a long sheer veil with silver embroidery and
bead work that echoed the pattern on her dress. Her free hand she held a bouquet of yellow roses
intermixed with forget-me-nots and baby's breath. The one jarring note in her outfit were the
radish earrings she chose to wear.

She and the green eyed groom caught each other's eyes and were lost. No one else in the
world mattered to either of them at the moment, not her father escorting her or her mother in the
audience, not the people in the audience, nor any of her friends who stood by them. For the moment,
the man she was walking to was her world.

Slowly, gracefully the woman and her father walked down the aisle and when they reached the
podium her father kissed the young woman on the cheek and went to sit beside an older looking
version of the bride, her mother, who was trying in vain not to cry. The bride handed her bouquet
to the sunflower bedecked maid of honor and turned to look at her husband to be. The congregation
all sat down and the music ceased. The singer took a seat on the piano bench and the little flower
girl sat in her own father's lap.

The diminutive man in the black robes cleared his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “I am Filius Flitwick and I have been given the honor of
officiating. We have gathered here today to witness the union of two who have long been bonded
together, whether they officially realized it or not, and now choose to present their joining
before us all in the form of marriage.”

There was a scattering of giggles among the people and the bride and groom both blushed
slightly.

“Marriage is a serious institution that should not be entered into lightly,” the man went on,
“It is not something to be done and then undone for no reason beyond the idea that it was harder
than expected. It is a representation of a man and a woman's decision to bear one another's
burdens, to help one another along a mutual path. Marriage is a reminder of why you walk together,
an expression of the love you feel towards one another. It will not always be easy. There will be
sadness as well as joy, and you must support one another through the grief and sorrow. There will
be pain - but pain shared is pain halved, as joy shared is joy doubled, and you each must sacrifice
your own comfort to share the pain of the other.”

The brunette in the audience gave up all pretenses and began to cry. Her husband smiled and put
his arm around her, tears in his own eyes as well.

“You must not pledge yourselves thinking that all will be well from this moment on,” Flitwick
warned them, “You are two different people and a marriage is a partnership, not a situation where
two become one. Two minds cannot fuse, two souls cannot merge, two hearts cannot keep to the same
time, not even with the strongest of magics. If two are foolish enough to try this, one must
overwhelm the other, and that is no love, nor is it compassion, nor responsibility.”

Everyone remained silent, hanging on his every word.

“This particular branch of marriage is especially serious,” Flitwick continued, “For once done,
it *cannot* be undone. There is no divorce in this case, no way to tear this bond apart.”

“We understand,” bride and groom said in unison.

“Alright,” Flitwick nodded, “Then let us begin.”

Flitwick brought out his wand and raised it as though he was a conductor about to lead an
orchestra.

“Who gives permission for this woman to be wed to this man?” Flitwick called, looking out over
the audience. Hermione's parents stood up, tears streaming down their faces and the pianist,
the singer and their daughter stood to move beside them.

“I am Daniel Horatio Granger,” her father said firmly, “Head of the Granger family. This is my
sister, Miranda Emily Granger Cranston and this her daughter Alice Ophelia Cranston who shares the
blood of the Granger family. This is my wife, Emma Helen Granger, mother of Hermione Jane Granger.
Together, the Granger family gives leave for the daughter of our family, Hermione Jane Granger, to
leave our family and be wed to Harry Potter.”

With that they sat back down, smiles on their faces as they clung to each other.

“And who gives permission for this man to wed this woman?” Flitwick asked.

There was a sober moment before a tall, formidable woman stood, her normally stern expression
softened by and old grief and a new joy.

“In the absence of his parents or any other guardian who is worth the name,” the woman began,
there was a sound of protest from the back but it was quickly silenced, “I, Minerva McGonagall,
Headmistress of Hogwarts, give permission for this man to marry Hermione Granger.”

“Very nice,” Flitwick said with a small laugh, “And now, do you, Lord Harry James Potter, head
of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, Head of
the Ancient House of Slytherin by right of conquest, Head of the House of Gryffindor and Master of
the House of Peverell by birth and conquest, Knight of the Realm of England,”

There were more strangled noises from the back of the crowd but once again they were quickly
hushed.

“take this woman to be your wife?,” Flitwick continued blithely, “Will you love her, comfort
her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep only unto her
until time ends?”

“I will,” Harry said firmly.

“And you, Hermione Jane Granger, first of the House of Granger” Flitwick turned slightly to look
at the young bride, “Will you take this man as your husband? Will you love him, respect him, honor
him and keep in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, keep only unto him until time
ends?”

“I will,” Hermione said brightly.

The charms professor waved his wand and for a moment Hermione was encased in a silver light
while Harry shone gold.

“Now, who stands as champion to Hermione? And do you lead any with you?” Flitwick asked.

“I, Luna Lovegood,” declared Luna from her place at Hermione's side, “Lady of the House of
Lovegood, stand champion to Hermione, my sister-in-arms. I lead Lady Hannah Abbot-Longbottom, Lady
of the House of Longbottom and Lady Fleur Delacour-Weasley, Lady of the Western Veela enclave and
the House of Weasley, to stand beside me in defense of the bride.”

“And who stand champion for Harry?” Flitwick pressed.

“I, Neville Longbottom,” began Neville at Harry's side, “Lord of the House of Longbottom,
stand as champion to my brother-in-arms. I lead Dudley Dursley of the House of Dursley, and Bill
Weasley, heir of the House Weasley, in defense of the groom.”

“I will not all my son-” began the rose petal covered walrus man but this time those surrounding
him were not as kind when it came to silencing him. The pair were carted out of the glade by a pair
of goblins with very sharp looking swords and menacing grins.

“Thus, as witnessed by the light of silver and gold, there are no blood reasons why this wedding
should not commence,” Flitwick intoned, ignoring the proceedings in the back though the bride and
groom both suddenly seemed to have an added gleam of satisfaction in their eyes.

“Does anyone care to challenge this union?” the diminutive mage asked, “Keep in mind that if you
do, you must face their chosen champions.”

The glade was completely still but Flitwick waited for another beat before continuing.

“Both the bride and groom have chosen to use their own vows,” The charms professor
announced.

With this Harry took one of the rings from the pillow that Neville now held and he turned to
Hermione.

“I love you Hermione,” Harry began, “You're my best friend. I fell in love with you for the
qualities, abilities, and outlook on life that you have. I won't try to reshape you in a
different image. I promise to give you the best of myself and to ask of you no more than you can
give. I promise to respect you as a someone with your own interests, desires, and needs, and to
realize that those are sometimes different, but no less important than my own. I promise to try to
keep myself open to you, to try to share with you my innermost fears, feelings, secrets and dreams,
though you might have to prod me into it. I promise to grow along with you and to be there for you.
And finally, I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all I feel
inside in the only way I know how... completely and forever.”

With that Harry placed the ring, a delicate creation of white gold crowned with a diamond
flanked by a pair of sapphires, onto Hermione's ring finger. Hermione smiled brightly and then
took the second ring from Neville.

“I love you Harry,” Hermione said, “I've loved you for as long as I can remember. You're
my best friend. Today I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to
laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you in good
times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it
is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard. These things I
give to you today, and all the days of our life.”

With that, Hermione placed the golden band around Harry's ring finger.

In a guttural language that no one, save the three older Granger women and Luna, understood,
Flitwick waved his wand over the two. Once again there was a flash of light emanating from the pair
though this time it merged and created a flare so bright that for a moment everyone was blind.

“As magic has bound, let no man dare to try to tear asunder,” Flitwick declared when everyone
could see again, “And now, by the power vested in me by ancient means, I now pronounce you husband
and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

The two met in a kiss that cause Alice's parents to cover her eyes and Andromeda to do the
same to Teddy. They received a few catcalls and a great amount of cheering before they were
done.

Later, the guests of the wedding were all in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, waiting. At last
Neville stood before them on the dais which set the professor's table apart from the rest.

“May I present,” Neville began with a large grin on his face, “Lord Harry Potter and his wife,
Lady Hermione Potter!”

With that, the recently wed pair entered through the doors of the great hall and everyone
cheered.

For the rest of the day there were celebrations. Harry and Hermione danced with the bridesmaids
and groomsmen and of course they danced together. Hermione danced with the pianist, her uncle, and
with her father. Hermione's Aunt Miranda claimed a dance with Harry and walked him through a
simple salsa dance, which he performed quite well. Shortly after their dance, the singer's
daughter, little Alice, chose to follow her mother's example and tried to show Harry how to
properly do the hokey pokey before she abandoned him in favor of sneaking sugar biscuits with
Teddy.

A rather embarrassed Ginny caught the bouquet and Lee Jordan caught the garter when the two were
tossed. They were good sports about it and shared several dances, though Lee had to be careful of
the reactions of her brothers. He was a canary several times throughout the party, but somehow each
of the attending Weasley brothers ended up a canary a time or two themselves.

The party lasted throughout the day and long into the night, ending only when Hermione's
aunt and uncle had to take their sleepy daughter away and Andromeda had to do the same with a hyped
up Teddy. Of course the bride and groom had long since disappeared, but no one expected them to
stay the whole time.

When at last the day was over, Luna was the one to sum it all up with a smile, a sigh and one
simple word.

“Finally.”

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Since originally the bridesmaids were supposed to protect the bride by serving as decoys in case
of kidnapping, whether by bandit or evil spirit didn't matter, the bridesmaid was to protect
the bride. The groomsmen were possibly there to keep the groom from running, at least that's my
personal theory. I wanted to take it a step further and decide that if anyone objected, they
bridesmaids and groomsmen would be a bit more proactive in protecting their charge, not that they
need it, but just in case

Harry and Hermione's vows were found on the internet, I'm afraid I don't remember
the website I got them from, nor did I write it down as I should have

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2. Tourists can actually come in handy
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This wedding is set in the story “Balancing Debts” by Xelan and has been approved by him and is
considered canon in his story. Unfortunately, since I don't own Harry Potter, it's not
considered canon in the actual books

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The day was overcast and the American pair were exceptionally tired from their long trip. Both
wanted little more than to find someplace where they could get food, a hot shower and sleep in more
or less than order.

At the same time, the female of the pair was trying very hard not to be the sort of tourist that
made natives shake their heads or laugh. But with how eager she was to take pictures even with how
tired she obviously was, she was failing. Her companion walked a few paces behind her, a smile on
his face at her behavior.

Suddenly the woman paused, as if she had been shocked.

“Jen, what's wrong?” he asked.

“*That's Harry Potter*!” she hissed, gesturing subtly across the street. He glanced
over and raised a brow as he caught sight of a scrawny kid with messy black hair and a brunette
girl with equally wild brown hair. They looked like they were talking about something
important.

“I'm going to say hi,” Jen declared but her boyfriend grabbed her arm before she could cross
the street.

“Jen, I really doubt the kid wants to be bugged by a tourist wanting an autograph,” he pointed
out.

“Michael!” Jen snapped, sounding scandalized, “I wouldn't do that! I mean, it's not like
he's Nathan Fillion or someone like that.”

Her expression became softer.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” she said, “My cousin was in England when the bastard was at
the height of his power and if he wasn't stopped then Bridget probably wouldn't be
alive.”

Michael nodded and together the two crossed the street.

“Excuse me, Mr. Potter?” Jen asked and both of the two scowled at her. She thought she heard the
brunette mutter something about fan girls and felt vaguely affronted. Michael though noted that the
pair had instantly reached for their wands.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” Jen said, “Thanks to you and your mother my cousin lived, so
thank you.”

Michael felt a little annoyed at the gob smacked expressions on the pairs' faces. Didn't
they ever hear anyone say thank you?

He saw the two exchange glances and Jen smiled. For a moment the younger pair reminded her of
her grandparents.

“Would you mind helping us with something?” the brunette girl asked.

“Probably,” Michael answered for the American pair, “Depends on what it is. What's your name
anyway?”

“Hermione Granger,” the girl introduced herself, “And Harry and I want to get married.”

“Congratulations!” Jen cheered, “I'm sure you'll be very happy together.”

“Aren't you a little young to get married?” Michael asked, looking doubtful. Jen looked at
the pair and did a bit of mental math. She was unconsciously a little shocked to realize that the
two were probably at least three years younger than herself.

“No,” Hermione said firmly, a frown on her face, “We're both of age. We're marrying here
because of expediency. It's a bit dangerous right now so a more public wedding could get us
killed and I'm *not* waiting any longer.”

“It's not like they're any younger than us when we first got together,” Jen hissed to
her boyfriend and he nodded and let the issue drop.

“There's a problem though,” Harry said, speaking for the first time, “We need
witnesses.”

“Don't you have any friends?” Michael asked and Jen gasped and elbowed him.

“That was rude,” Jen hissed to him. Hermione was glaring too while Harry looked
contemplative.

“Sort of,” Harry said at last, “At least I think we have friends, but most of them are trapped
right now by the local dark lord and those that aren't, well, I'm not too sure they're
really our friends.”

“Wow,” Jen said, “That sucks.”

Michael shot his girlfriend a look. First she got onto him for being rude and now she was going
to be that blunt?

She shrugged in return and he rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the British
celebrity and his fiancée.

“So you need witnesses for your wedding?” Michael brought them back to the original topic.

“Yes,” Hermione confirmed, “We have a time with the priest and we have the rings but we need at
least two people, preferably magical, to act as witnesses.”

“Oh!” Jen gasped, “Can I call myself your bridesmaid?”

Hermione looked at her with a bemused expression.

“If you like,” she said with a shrug, “You can even be the maid of honor if you like.”

Jen squealed with joy.

“Awesome!” she cheered, “But you said that you have a priest and rings, no dress? Or cake?”

The two British born wizards shook their heads. Jen smiled and pulled out her wand. Michael saw
the way the two tensed and moved to reach for his own wand.

“Don't worry,” Jen said with a laugh, “I may not be the fashion happy person my sister is
but I know enough to play fairy godmother.”

Together the four went into the small church that was unnoticed by muggle eyes.

Jen followed Hermione while Michael left with Harry.

“What's your name anyway?” Hermione asked while she dug through her bag and Jen saw her
bring out a brush.

“I'm Jennifer, and the guy with Harry is my boyfriend, Michael,” Jen answered and she took
the brush from Hermione.

“Here, I'm your maid of honor, let me do my job,” Jen insisted.

The room for the wedding was small, but then the original enchantments meant to hide it from
well meaning, or not so well meaning, relatives or friends intent to stop an eloping couple, were
only capable of hiding a small room. As spells improved, tradition had kept the owners of the
building from expanding the room, even with magic. There were a pair of folding chairs in front of
a small podium. Garlands of honeysuckle and roses decorated the room. But the overwhelming scents
of the flowers was the last thing on the mind of the bride and groom.

Jen tried not to look too smug when she saw the look on Harry's face when Hermione first
came into view.

She hadn't had much to work with when it came to clothes. All of the clothes Hermione had
with her were dirty and worn and Jen had to admit that few of her things were much better. Neither
witch wanted to waste too much magic on something frivolous but Jen was insistent that Hermione
would have an appropriate dress. In the end together they pieced together the right sort of outfit
to be the base of the dress the young witch bride now wore.

It was a rather modest gown with an empire waist, cap sleeves and a demure square neckline. The
skirt of the white silk dress had been decorated with a layer of ivory lace. Hermione's hair
had been gathered up and twisted into an elegant sort of style and she had chosen to forgo any sort
of veil. Instead a crown of white roses decorated her wild brown locks. Under the edge of her floor
length hem peeped a pair of blue satin pumps, borrowed from her maid of honor and enchanted to fit.
Though the outfit was rather understated, it suited her. She carried a small bouquet of conjured
roses and lilies. The young bride was almost glowing with joy as she walked down the miniscule
aisle towards her husband to be.

Her groom looked just as happy in his own transfigured finery, though Jen had to blink when she
looked at him. While Hermione was only almost glowing, Harry really was! It was faint but there was
definitely a glow around the young wizard.

“Ahem,” the priest there to perform the ceremony cleared his throat and brought everyone's
attention to himself.

“Now, we are gathered here today to join these two young people in holy matrimony,” the priest
began. Jen tried not to giggle.

“Normally I would have the pair of you go through at least one session of marriage counseling,
in preparation for the seriousness of what you are about to do,” the priest cautioned them, “but
after reading your vows, I believe that you have the right idea.”

Jen looked at Hermione but the bride said nothing, neither did her still gleaming groom.

“Now, let's get on with it,” The priest went on, “Do you, Harry James Potter, take this
woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in
sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep only unto her until time ends?”

“I will,” Harry said firmly. Jen bit her tongue to keep herself from cooing.

“And do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the
priest asked, “Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health; and
forsaking all others, keep only unto him until time ends?”

“Yes!” Hermione said proudly.

“You may now read your vows,” the priest informed them, “Harry, you may begin.”

Harry looked at Hermione squarely and took her hands in his.

“Hermione, I love you,” Harry began, “I know that I've been a prat and I'm going to
spend the rest of my life thanking everything good that you picked me anyway and I'll work on
being the man that you deserve. I love you and I swear on my magic and my life that I want to be
with you and only you for the rest of this life and all of the next and forever after that. I can
only hope that whatever greater power is up there will let us stay together and if not then I will
fight death if I have to in order to stay with you because I'm not going to any great reward
until you're ready to be there by my side.”

The glow around Harry increased and both Jen and Michael had to squint.

“Harry, I love you,” Hermione began, “You're my best friend and I've loved you for as
long as I can remember. I'm so happy that you chose me that I can't think of the words to
express the magnitude of how I feel about it. I swear on my magic that I want to be with you and
only you for the rest of this life and all of the next and forever after that. I swear that
nothing, not even death will part my soul from yours, so mote it be.”

Now Hermione really was glowing and for what felt like an eternity but was in reality only a
moment, the whole room was filled with a bright white light.

“Then, through the power vested in me,” the priest continued though Jen was fairly certain that
he, like the rest of them, was still blinded from the light show, “I now pronounce you man and
wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The American girl couldn't really see what was going on but she whooped and cheered as if
she could and heard Michael clapping for the pair.

After the ceremony they went to a nearby bistro and shared a cake. They talked for a little
while, got to know each other a bit. Jen took their pictures before the conjured and transfigured
finery returned to its less than glamorous natural state.

“It was nice meeting you,” Jen said happily as they prepared to part.

“It was an honor,” Michael agreed, “And thanks for letting us help out.”

“Where are you going next?” Jen asked.

“To the goblins,” Hermione replied, “We think they have something that might help us in our
mission.”

“That and Hermione deserves a decent honeymoon so I need to go to the bank,” Harry added with a
grin. Jen and Michael both laughed at how red Hermione's face suddenly became.

“Good luck,” Michael said earnestly, “Though since things are apparently a lot worse than I
realized I'm afraid that we're going to have to take the coward's way out and get my
boss to let me cut this trip short.”

The American pair saw the brief disgust and disappointment flash in the eyes of the other two
and Michael frowned. Before he could say anything Jen broke in.

“I'm pregnant,” she said bluntly and reveled in the surprise of the two.

“I'm a little over a month along and Michael and I want to get home to the states so we can
be married with our families around us,” Jen explained and smiled as Michael wrapped his arms
around her, a hand splayed protectively over her abdomen.

“And we're not going to put our baby in danger,” Michael added.

“I understand,” Harry said and Jen smiled at the wistful expression on the faces of the
newlywed.

“You'll be okay,” Michael said firmly, “You'll beat this bastard and all the fools who
don't think you should be together.”

“Yeah,” Jen chimed, “After all, if you don't then how can you invite us to your real wedding
ceremony? The one where Hermione can be given away by her father and you have your true friends
standing as the best man and maid of honor.”

Hermione and Harry both smiled.

“Thank you,” Harry said firmly.

With that, the two pairs separated.

Several months later, a heavily pregnant and slightly bored Jen received a letter via owl. She
squeaked and almost fell over. When her husband arrived home he was both amused and slightly
concerned by Jen's sudden fit of frenzy.

“Jen what the,” he began but she shoved a letter in his face.

“Read,” she demanded. Michael took the cream paper and read the golden script aloud.

Mr. Daniel Horatio Granger and Mrs. Emma Helen Granger

Request the honor of your presence

At the marriage of their daughter

Hermione Jane Granger

To

Lord Harry James Potter

On June 26th in the Great Hall of

Hogwarts at 10:00

Jen squealed again and Michael sighed but with a smile he went to check his calendar and tried
to see if they could get the time off and if they could scrape together the money for a pair of
tickets to England. They had another wedding to attend.

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And there you have it, the wedding scene for “Balancing Debts” and a little more beside. There
is a strong possibility that I'll write Harry and Hermione's renewal of their vows and
probably a very good chance that I'll create weddings for other characters too, if you have any
suggestions or requests please feel free to tell me!

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