Invitation Only ~ Fred Weasley

EIGHTYFOUR - The

The guests were beginning to arrive. Fred peeped out of the curtains, lurking at the guests. But the most agonising part of it all, was that Viola was just in another room in the house, getting ready. It was happening soon and he couldn't wait to see her.

"Are you ready?" George asked as he appeared in the doorway. Fred had asked him to check on Viola.

"Why is it so nerve wrecking? It's just her and I defining our relationship, but why am I so nervous, Georgie?" Fred asked as he turned around to look at his twin. George had cleaned up very good. Standing there in his dark green suit, his hair neatly styled and clean shaven.

Fred's tux was black. He and Viola had taken a liking to the idea of black and white. Him being in black and her in white.

"I'll tell you when it's my turn, Freddie. It's time to go downstairs." George said with a wide grin painted on his face. Fred took a deep breath and took a final look in the mirror. Yup, he looked all right. And then he followed George out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, he could hear giggling from the room the girls were in.

"Is she all right?" Fred asked George as his eyes lingered on the door.

"Yeah, she's fine, mate. You're going to lose it when you see her." George chuckled and nudged Fred in his side.

"Is that a good thing?" Fred asked with his eyes wide as they walked down the stairs.

"Geez Louise, Fred, stop overanalysing everything and get your ass down to your guests, so you can get married and we can party." George said with his eyes rolling. Fred laughed half heartedly as they reached the kitchen. The house elves with Kreacher in the front were hard at work and warm affection towards the old house elf was growing profusely inside Fred's chest. Kreacher bowed to both of them and guided them outside before he returned to the kitchen.

The chatter and laughter from the tent hit Fred's ears as soon as he stepped outside. His legs get like jelly as he came closer to the tent. His mother stood by the entrance to greet her sons.

"Don't you look dashing." She said and dried away a tear from her cheek. She gave both Fred and George a kiss on the cheek, before she gestures for them to go inside.
The faces of the guests turned around when Fred and George entered. It looked like every chair was occupied. Familiar faces smiled warmly at him.
His brothers, Harry, the Malfoys, some of his old professors, his mother-in-law to be and many others.

With a little awkward wave and smile, Fred and George began walking towards the end of the aisle where he would meet Viola very soon.

10 minutes to go.

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She just needed the final touch and then she was ready. Hermione, looking beautiful as ever in her pastel blue dress, carefully lifted the veil from the box and gently began placing it on Viola. Maybe her wedding dress and veil wasn't the most traditional outfit, but she was loving it. The dress was her mother's, tailored in and changed a bit by Molly. With a few bobbypins sealed in, the veil was placed firmly on her head.

"Allright, turn around and take a look." Hermione said excitedly and Viola slowly turned around. She was astounded by the sight of herself. Her scars on her face was completely invisible, as so was the scar on her shoulder. She truly looked like she had never been in a war and a victim to various curses and creatures.