The stars (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

I don't look exactly wedding-ready it might be because of the dark bags under my eyes, the bandages my head is wrapped in, or my bruised legs one of them bandaged up.

I sigh not being able to reach my dress zipper starting to get frustrated.

I yell in anger that's when I feel two hands on my waist. "Let me get it." It's Harry I breathe deeply letting him do it.

"When we get married do you want a wedding?" I ask him, he's silent for a while.

"Who said I'm marrying you."

I laugh turning towards him he's smiling holding in his laugh. "You look nice," I tell him lacing our hands together. "You do too, but you would look so much better with your hair up." He tells me holding my hair up with his hands.

I shake my head, pulling it down. "No, you can see that stupid bite... and I know why you want my hair up."

Harry laughs kissing up my neck before he kisses my lips, our lips move slowly together both of us enjoying the moment. I stop kissing back when I feel someone staring at me I pull back slowly, and meet with George smiling.

"Morning." He winks at us drinking from his cup slowly, I smile back and walk off to Hermione still not taking Harry's advice and leaving my hair down.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" I hear Harry say, I and Hermione walk towards them and we're both met with the sight of him.

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

He points to the couch for all four of us to sit on, I follow closely behind Hermione all of us taking a seat on the couch. Him sitting on the opposite side of us.

"Herein is set forth 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."

Slowly he hands Ron this wand sort of thing, we all stare in confusion.

"What is it?" Ron asks slowly he opens it, and a light shines and then more light comes from the other bulbs. Hitting his gift from Dumbledore he opens it again all the light goes back.

"Wicked."

To Hermione Jean Granger...I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive." He gives her an old-looking dusty book.

The man continues quickly.

"To Athena Nova Black... I leave my collection of Chocolate frogs... In the hope of when she needs to think she eats something sweet. And a reminder of how she loves to read while she eats."

He hands me a black bag, I stick my hand in automatically a chocolate frog comes out. Wrapped nicely in the packaging.

"Yes! I got infinite sweets!"

Ron and Hermione roll their eyes at me, while Harry smiles. Soon the minister talks again.

"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."

He hands Harry the Snitch slowly, holding it in a blanket.

"Is that 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--"