The Rest of the Prophecy | Harry Potter

The Wedding

The rest of the morning went by so quickly Victoria swore it felt like she had used a time turner.

All the girls got their hair and makeup perfected by one of Fleur's French friends and then dressed in their bridesmaids' dresses. Victoria wasn't originally in the wedding, but Fleur had insisted after she helped and spent so much time with her this summer.

Originally, Victoria had assumed Fleur would have picked classical neutral colors for the girl's dresses. On the contrary, she had each of the girls in a different pastel shade. Hermione was in a pastel purple, Ginny in a pastel pink, Gabrielle in a pastel yellow, and Victoria in a pastel blue. The colors matched perfectly with all the floral arrangements and it created a perfect summer wedding feel.

Victoria still had not seen Harry since they started taking pictures and got a little worried Charlie might've killed him. Literally and figuratively.

After pictures had finished up, she set off towards the newly erected tent, curiosity of Harry and Charlie. Once she entered the tent, however, it was like she had entered a whole new world. It was covered in the floral arrangements she had helped pick out.

Victoria walked down the aisle for a moment just taking in the beautiful sight she had just walked in one when a voice behind her broke her thoughts.

"Looks good, doesn't it?"

It was Harry. Victoria turned and smiled at him. He slowly walked towards where she was standing in the middle of the tent.

"It is," Victoria breathed out. "It doesn't even look like a tent anymore."

Harry chuckled a little to himself. "I wasn't talking about the tent." He was directly in front of her now, close enough to where Victoria could smell his cedar cologne.

"I was talking about you." His voice was low and husky now.

She felt a blush creeping to her cheeks as Harry pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Victoria had enough waiting she wanted to kiss Harry more than anything right now. Seeing him standing there in his dress robes, saying all the right things, doing all the right things, took every inch of her to control herself.

She could tell Harry was thinking the same, but as if they had an alarm bell on them when they got to close, Fred and George came striding into the tent looking completely pleased on the scene they had just interrupted.

"Afternoon lovebirds," George called from the entranceway.

"We were told to come and inform you that guest are arriving soon and we all must be taking our proper places," Fred said grinning broadly at both of them.

Victoria rolled her eyes and quickly tried to hide it so that Fred and George wouldn't pick up on her frustration.

"Oi, sorry to break your romantic rendezvous, Victoria. But we are just the messengers," Fred said with a shrug.

"Yeah, not our problem you to can't go an hour without snogging," George said with a mischievous grin.

Harry rolled his eyes this time. The twins winked at him simultaneously before leaving the tent.

"I better go check on all the girls," Victoria said as they walked towards the exit.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I'll see you at the end of the aisle though."

Victoria gave him a soft smile before kissing him on the cheek and heading inside to make sure everyone was ready.

The wedding itself could not have been any more perfect. The love that Bill and Fleur shared for one another radiated throughout the room during the ceremony. Victoria stood right behind Fleur's sister and kept glancing at Harry throughout the ceremony.

She silently wondered to herself, as their eyes meet, if they would ever get to have a wedding. Victoria felt if they were normal, just normal wizards, they would most certainly stay together and have a wedding. Due to the prophecy's truthfulness, she knew the idea of dreaming about a future was more of a dream than any sort of reality.

As the ceremony ended and the reception began, a side of Fleur shown through that Victoria had not yet seen. Fun Fleur. She was constantly pulling Victoria on the dance floor with her, enjoying every minute of her special day.

Much to Victoria's surprise, she knew many of the guest in attendance. In fact, several of them were her age due to the Weasley's being friends with basically everyone. Luna, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were all in attendance. It made the evening much more enjoyable for all.

It was particularly fun when an Irish jig started to play, and Seamus took center stage to show his best stepdance. Victoria, due to her up brining, had been well versed in all types of dance, including the Irish stepdance.

"Care if I join?" she asked Seamus excitedly over the music.

In response, Seamus stuck out his hand and the two of them began dancing and laughing. The crowd had now started clapping to the beat of the music.

Her and Seamus stepped and twirled to the beat of the music until it finally ended and the two of them bowed to each other and then the audience that had gathered around. On her way up from her petite curtsy, Victoria caught Harry's eye. He was staring at her with a small content small plastered across his face.

Seamus broke her train of thought as the two of them exited the floor. "I must say I'm a bit surprised you knew that one, Black."

Victoria shrugged and smiled, "Part of my many dance lessons. You are really great though!"

Seamus smiled and thanked her before heading off to find Dean. Victoria, exhausted from all the dancing, plopped down in an open table.

Just as she sat down to take in her surroundings a cold voice came from behind her. "I must say, I'm surprised they're so accepting of you Black."

Victoria turned her head around. She was face to face with someone she thought she would never see at a Weasley family function, Blaise Zabini.