The Final

Chapter Two

The dress is what C wears to the wedding.

I wake up and just stare at Fred. His face is squished against the pillow and has a little drool running down his cheek. I giggle a bit and try to get up, but can't. I realize his arm is around my waist.

I had nightmares last night, so I went to his room. We just talked until we fell asleep.

"FRED," his mum calls. He shoots right up. He scrambles out of bed and spots me.

"She'll take this wrong," he states. I laugh and get out of bed. I quickly run to my room before anyone can spot me. I open my trunk and pull out my dress for the wedding. I hate that Fleur chose a strapless dress. No one has seen my scar yet except for Draco.

Other than that, it's fine. It goes to my knees and is purple. Very simple. I put it on with silver heels. I curl my blonde hair and fix my makeup.

"It'll go fine," I lie to myself. I hear a knock and I open the door. Fleur enters and I shut the door. She has a gorgeous white dress. Also has a tiara on.

"You look beautiful," We say at the same time.

"Nervous?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"Been waiting for this for a year."

"You two love each other."

She nods her head.

"Think," she squeals. "We might be sisters. I mean, you and Fred are great together."

I smile and tell her I need to help set up. I hurry downstairs and see the Minister sitting with the trio. They all look at me.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"This involves you too Ms. Lupin," the Minister states. I sit down next to Harry. A parchment unfolds itself.

"The last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," the Minister reads. "To Ronald Bilius Weasley, my Illuminator. May it provide light in the darkest of times."

He hands Ron what looks like a cigarette lighter. When he clicks the button, all the light fly in the tiny machine. He clicks the button again and light flies out. The Minister continues.

"To Hermione Jean Granger, my copy of Beetle the Bard."

"Amazing," Ron states. He starts listing stories and we just look at him. "What?"

"We weren't raised by wizards," the three of us say at the same time. The Minister continues.

"To Claire Elisa Lupin, my Phoenix, Fawkes. May he be there when most needed."

With that, the Phoenix flies in and land on my shoulder. Harry lightly pets him.

"And to Harry James Potter, the snitch you caught in your first match. May it remind you of bravery."

The snitch is given to Harry, but nothing happens.

"Anything else?" Harry asks.

"Yes," the Minister replies. "Dumbledore left you the sword of Godric Gryffindor. But it can't be found. And the sword is not his to give away. Good day."

With that, he leaves.