*Fast Forward to Bill and Fleur’s wedding*

“Here you are,” Mr. Weasley said, handing Harry, Dad and I each a bottle of poly juice potion. “I’m sorry that you three must do this, but it’s the only way you can really come to the wedding without others finding out that Lucy is alive and Harry and Sirius are here.”

“We know, Arthur. And thank you,” Dad smiled at him, then chugged down the drink.

Harry and I sighed, drinking ours as well. Soon we all were carbon copies of three red headed muggles the Weasley’s had randomly taken hair from for this event. Harry and I were now around the age of twenty- five. We were to pretend to be an already married couple, the distant cousins of Ron’s: Barry and Susie Wealsey. Harry and I smiled at each other, chuckling, then took hands and walked outside where the other guests were arriving. I noticed Hermione and Ron glancing around aimlessly for us and I laughed.

‘Should we be mean and pretend to be other people?’ I asked Harry silently.

‘Ha, that would be funny, but it’s probably best if we just go along with the act.’

‘Yes…I suppose so. Let’s go say hello.’

Wrapping his arm around my waist, Harry led me towards our friends. Hermione and Ron paused, staring at us curiously.

“Hi,” I waved, “Susie and Barry Weasley at your service.”

They smiled and Ron said, “Good, we weren’t sure what you two would look like. Thankfully you found us before we started asking around.

“Why do you have red hair L-or, Susie?” Hermione asked.

“The Weasley men seem to love red heads,” I shrugged.

‘I prefer brunettes,’ Harry thought to me and I smiled brightly, kissing his cheek.

“You’d better,” I said.

Hermione bit her lip and leaned in, whispering, “You may want to keep the Temperes abilities down a bit today. Don’t want to draw much attention.”

“True,” I agreed. “Well, should we get a seat then?”

Mrs. Weasley was crying throughout almost the entire ceremony, and so were many others. It was very sweet. Hermione and I even got a bit choked up and we hardly knew Bill. The reception started immediately afterwards. Tables formed around the sides of the white tent and Harry, Ron, Hermione and I hurried over to one before they were all taken. We ended up sitting with Victor Krum. I was in awe, but apparently my friends had all met him before. (Though Harry acted like he hadn’t.)

“Victor,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

My jaw was open, I knew, so I snapped it shut and took his hand, blushing madly. “L-Susie…”

I heard a slight growl sound from Harry as Victor held my hand longer than necessary.

“I’m Barry,” Harry said, taking his hand, “Susie’s husband.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Victor’s face as he nodded. I didn’t look like myself, but whoever I did look like must have been awfully pretty to make such a famous person as Victor Krum jealous. My suspitions were confirmed throughout the entire night. I was asked to dance by at least seven people (excluding Fred, George, and Harry.) Whenever someone else would ask me to dance I would always glance over at Harry for his approval. He would nod and continue whatever in depth conversation he was having with Victor. After a slower song ended, I bowed my head slightly to the man I’d been dancing with, thanking him, then started over to get a drink. Mum was sitting near the table and she smiled when she saw me, rushing over.

“Oh thank goodness, a familiar…person.” She would have said face, but it’d be a lie.

“How are you doing?” I asked her.

“I can’t dance with your father without it being suspicious,” she complained. “It’s not fair.”

I laughed at how childish her voice sounded at that moment, “You could have always taken a poly juice potion as well.”

“I didn’t think about it though,” she told me. “You’re lucky. Not only can you dance with…Barry because he’s your husband, but you also get to look gorgeous…Not that you don’t always look gorgeous.”

I rolled my eyes, “Nice safe.”

“No, really. You are gorgeous. I mean, look at how great your genes are,” she smirked, gesturing to her own face.

We laughed then she grinned, “It looks like someone else wants to dance with you.”

I groaned and turned around to see my dad (as a red head) walking towards me. He extended his hand to me and I took it.

“I’ll talk to you later, Sophie. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I looked up at my father as we moved back around forth, “I didn’t know you could dance.”

“It’s not something I enjoy making known to people.”

“Not quite manly enough, eh?”

He laughed, “No, not at all. So how are doing?”

“I’m fine. I thought the wedding was nice.”

“Yes it was. But you know Molly. She knows how to throw an event.”

“Ha-ha, yes. She’s good at that sort of thing. She raised so many children after all. Big groups of people can’t possibly intimidate her.”

“Very true…so speaking of weddings….”

I laughed, saying, “Don’t worry, my feet are toasty warm.”

“Good,” he glanced up at Harry who was watching us at the table with a smile on his face. “He’s perfect for you…I can’t express how happy I am that you’ve found someone who loves you as much as him.”

“I love him too,” I whispered, “very much.”

Dad kissed the top of my head as the song ended and Harry came over to us, “May I?”

Dad nodded, “Have fun you two.”

‘Did you see Ron and Hermione dancing?’ I asked him silently.

‘Ha, yes. Krum was surprised. He dated Hermione for a time, did you know?’

‘What?’ My eyes went wide. ‘And no one told me this? That is so cool!’

He laughed and spun me around, ‘Goodness, Lucy. I love how enthusiastic you get about the smallest of things.’

‘Is that why you’re marrying me?’ I teased. ‘My enthusiasm?’

‘Haha, there are many other reasons why I love you.’

‘Tell me.’

He blushed, ‘Must I really? I would think you know by now.’

‘It’s nice to hear it once in a while,’ I told him.

‘Well…I love you because of your curiosity and adventurousness. I love your way of making me smile even in the saddest of situations. I love how you wrinkle your nose when you don’t like something.’

‘I do not!’

‘Do too. Where was I? Oh, I love your laughter and how contagious it is. I love how you feel in my arms…I love your eyes and how they light up whenever you see me....I just love you, Lucy.’

I smiled and moved up to kiss him, but suddenly heard a loud bang and someone screaming. We gasped and looked around. Death Eaters.

“Hold on!” Hermione screamed, grabbing my wrist.

Then everything was silent.