The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

The Will and the Wedding

"All together now! One, two, three!" Mr. Weasley shouted, as the boys raised their wands and lifted the tent. Once they put it in it's appropriate spot, Carson went back up to his and Hermione's room in the attic, seeing her on the bed reading. She looked up from her book and smiled at him, patting the spot next to her.

"Seems silly, doesn't it? A wedding. Given everything that's going on." Hermione asked as Carson sat down next to her and she rested her head on his chest.

"Maybe that's the best reason to have it. Because of everything that's going on." Carson answered, as they connected their lips together. One thing led to another and they both ended up in bed panting with the bedsheets covering their bare bodies. One thing they both didn't realize was, they didn't use protection.

When they got back up and dressed, they went downstairs to see the minister of magic with Harry and Ron. They sat down on the armchair, Hermione on Carson's lap.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" Harry asked.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter."

"And this would be...?"

"Don't be coy, Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley. Would you say you were close to your former Headmaster?"

"Dumbledore? And me? I dunno. I reckon I was just another Weasley to him. He was always polite..."

"And you, Miss Granger? How would you characterize your relationship?"

"We were friendly, not close like Harry, but.."

"And you Mr. Marshall?"

"We were friendly as well."

"What's this all about?"

"This. Despite the fact that neither of your friends appear to have been particularly close to their recently deceased Headmaster, he saw fit to remember them in his will. Now why do you suppose that would be?"

"I dunno, maybe he liked us?" Carson asked, as the minister glared at him.

"Come now, you don't expect me to believe..." Scrimgeour started, and got out Dumbledore's will.

"'Herein is set forth in the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that -- when things seem most dark -- it will show him the light.'" Scrimgeour read out, and handed over the deluminator.

"Dumbledore left this? For me? Brilliant. Er...what is it?" Ron asked, as he clicked it and all the light from the room went into the deluminator. He clicked it again and all the light came back.

"Wicked...."

"'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'" Scrimgeour read out again, and handed Hermione a book.

"Mum used to read those to me! The wizard and the hopping pot, babitty rabbity and her cackling stump... they used to be my favorites when I was four or five. Used to drive mum crazy when I asked her to read me those every night." Carson shared, Hermione smiling brightly at the thought of baby Carson. Harry however, looked very confused.

"They're wizard children's stories." Ron explained.

"To Carson Alexander Marshall, I leave my pet phoenix Fawkes, I trust you will take good care of him and keep him healthy." Scrimegour read.

"Cool...except I don't know where he is. Flew away once Dumbledore died."

"'To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill." Scrimgeour read again, handing Harry the snitch.

"That's it then?"

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest, The Sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the Sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact, it belongs..."

"To Harry! It belongs to Harry! It chose him! It came to him in the Chamber of Secrets when he most needed it!"

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger. That does not make it that wizard's property. And in any event the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?"

"The sword is missing. I won't pretend to be your friend, Mr. Potter. But I assure you I'm not your enemy."

"You'll forgive me, Minister. But it's a little hard to tell the difference these days."

"Dumbledore said something very similar the last time we spoke."

"Where is your guard, sir?" Hermione asked, noticing him looking out the window.

"I came alone. I don't really need them anymore..."

With that, the minister left and later that night the wedding started. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the party was even better. Carson was wearing his dress robes, and Hermione was wearing a stunning red dress, her necklace from Carson shining in the light.

The two shared many dances, and Carson even reunited with Viktor Krum. They talked about quidditch and how their lives had been since the tournament.

"Carson, we need to talk later. After the wedding." Hermione told him, as Carson nodded. As they danced, a patronus came into the tent. Carson and Hermione walked over to it hand in hand.

"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming..." The patronus speaks before disappearing. Then, a scream breaks the silence and all hell breaks loose. Hermione and Carson ran to find Ron and Harry, Hermione was holding her hand over her stomach protectively, something Carson didn't notice.

"Ron! Harry!" Hermione shouts, frantically looking for the two. Once they find them, they all link hands and disapparate.