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12 May 2000; 10:30 a.m

Seven hours until the wedding...

Ron was with Harry, George, and Neville, getting ready for the event in the upstairs of the Weasley home. Ron was sweating, pacing back and forth. He couldn't believe he was going to get married to the love of his life, especially before Harry. Neville and George tried calming Ron, but it was no use. He thought he needed the Draught of Peace to reduce his anxiety, but they had none.

Harry would have attempted to help calm him down, being Ron would likely listen to him, but he was in his own world, thinking deeply.

"What's on your mind, Harry?" George asked him.

"Don't you think it's weird?" asked Harry after a moment of silence. Since Cassie and Hermione's little scheme, Harry found Enasni suspicious. "I mean... how did Enasni know all that? I mean, about what happened in our sixth year? And Snape... I don't recall telling anyone we saw Cassie. Do you?"

"Still going on about it?" Ron questioned.

"Maybe we all need the Draught of Peace?" Neville suggested. "I'll see if the girls have any. They must."

"I'm sorry," said Harry as the door closed. "This thing with the Death Eaters, Morrighan... "

"We'll find him," Ron assured. "All of them. We always do."

"I just — Sometimes I can't help but feel part of this is Cassie's fault— "

George shook his head and cut him off saying, "No, don't do that."

"Do what?" Harry questioned.

"The Death Eaters are evil little twats," George told him.

Ron, who was looking at himself in the mirror, said in a loud voice, "Damn, this is a better robe than the Yule Ball. Where were these six years ago? Hmm... do you think this makes me look fat?"

Harry stared at him, then shook his head, looking down.

"Right, as I was saying," George continued, ignoring his brother. "I bet you Morrighan and his crew would still be terrorizing the Wizarding World."

"And why us, specifically?" Harry questioned.

"You really have to ask, Boy Who Lived, Mr. Harry Potter, the one who defeated the Dark Lord?" Ron answered, turning around.

"If she hadn't killed his brother— "

"Then Oliver would be dead," George reminded. "What was she supposed to do? She saved lives that day, many of our lives, actually."

Ron, who was walking across the room to pour himself a glass of firewhisky, had stubbed his toe on the couch and tripped.

"I'm good!" Ron yelled, getting up.

"Have you been drinking?" Harry asked, looking at Ron weirdly.

"Just a bit," Ron confessed. "But George is right. She saved Oliver and Fred. I bet if she had the energy, she'd have saved Snape as well."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. George Weasley and Ronald Weasley were standing up for Cassie — a Malfoy.

"I am... trying to be open-minded considering she's on our side now," George said. "Besides, Cassie's our only hope of getting rid of Enasni."

"Honestly, I'd rather have her date Fred than her," Ron agreed. "I mean, Cassie looks really pretty now. She was always pretty, but she grew up in to her looks if you know what I mean. Plus, she's got more personality."