Raised By Wolfstar: Slytherin Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows

Chapter Seven: The Wedding

Three o'clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. Harry had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village, Ottery St. Catchpole, 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 and Prewett relatives to camouflage him. If a Prewett asked who he was he was a Weasley, and if a Weasley asked he was a Prewett.

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 are 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. Harry was rather uncomfortable. The Muggle boy whose appearance he was affecting weighed slightly more than him, and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the full glare of a summer's day.

'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 man 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.

'Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins,' said George, craning his neck for a better look. 'They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them...'

'Not so fast, Your Holeyness,' said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession, he said, 'Here—pozvolete mi da vi pomogna,' to a pair of pretty Bulgarian girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr Weasley's old Ministry colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry's lot.

'Wotcher,' said a familiar voice as he came out of the marquee again and found Tonks and Tulip at the front of the queue. She had turned blonde for the occasion. 'Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair. Sorry about what you experienced last night, the Minister had no right to burn you with his wand,' she added in a whisper as Harry led them up the aisle. 'He's under a lot of pressure but that is no excuse.'

'It's fine, I don't care what he says,' said Harry.

Remus, Theodore, and Canini were right behind Tonks and Tulip. Theodore was in his black and silver dress robes with his dark brown hair slicked back, upon a closer look complimentary silver eyeshadow coated his eyelids. Canini was wearing a golden yellow knee length dress with black detailing. She looked very pretty and mature. Remus gave Harry a smile and a nod.