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❝The Ministry has fallen.❞
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests.
All four of them were clutching seating plans, so that they could help show people to the right seats. A host of white-robed waiters had arrived an hour earlier, along with a golden-jacketed band, and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distance away under a tree; Harry could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot.
Behind Harry, the entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.
All Harry could think of, however, was how much Y/N would love these decorations.
He hadn't seen her ever since the moment they shared that morning. He didn't even know whom she was going to look like. Fleur had decided that Harry and Y/N needed to change their appearances for extra security and Harry had changed into a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village from whom Fred had stolen hairs using a Summoning Charm.
The plan was to introduce Harry as "Cousin Barny" and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him but he had no idea what Y/N's plan was and it was eating him up on the inside.
"Are you completely sure you don't know anything about whom Y/N is changing into?" Harry asked Ron. "Not even a single-"
"No, Harry, I don't know anything," answered Ron for the tenth time that day. "Bloody hell, it's so hot in here."
"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."
"She wasn't too bad this morning, considering," said George. "Cried a bit about Percy not being here, but who wants him? Oh blimey, brace yourselves- here they come, look."
Brightly colored figures were appearing, one by one, out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard.
Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its way up through the garden toward the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches' hats, while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards' cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the crowd approached the tent.
Harry saw Fleur's cousin Lisette arrive, arm in arm with a pretty French girl Harry didn't know. The girl smiled at him, raising an eyebrow in appreciation and something about her smile made Harry feel. . . things.
