Harry Potter Stories

Until Death May Part You

A/n:
This oneshot is set a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts, but both Dumbledore and Snape are alive. Yes, it starts at Harry's and Ginny's wedding, I wouldn't call it a Hinny fanfiction though ...not in the slightest 😂 Just let yourself be surprised ... and creeped out by my weird, dramatic ideas.
xx Nat

"He told me to tell you ... He loved you"
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Somehow, the Weasleys' old house always reminded her of home, though it wasn't to her. It just had that air of peace and a slight scent of butterbeer and freshly baked biscuits, which reminded her so much of the place she grew up in.
Molly Weasley was bustling about in the kitchen, in full preparations for her daughter's wedding, as the tall witch entered.
"Molly" she smiled warmly "Is there any way I can help you?"
Molly looked up and hastily tucked a strain of ginger hair behind her ear. She looked a lot older, but a lot happier than when the witch had seen her last.
"Oh, Minerva!" she exclaimed, as she caught sight of her friend, but then stopped in her tracks. Staring at the witch, who was leaning against the door frame, she pointed out "Do you ever age?"
The women shared a laugh.
Molly continued "Did Albus find the time to come?"
"He did" a deep voice from behind Minerva chuckled and Albus Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.

"Mum? Muuum!!" Ginny rushed into the kitchen, pushing past Albus and Minerva, a long white dress flowing out behind her. "Ginny, dear, what's the matter?" asked Molly.
"I don't think the dress suits me ..." she mumbled.
"It does!" the Hogwarts professors protested. "Does it? Oh, ... hello Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore ..." the young woman blushed. "Ms Weasley" Albus nodded and winked, while Minerva took a step towards Ginny, to take a closer look at the dress. "It suits you perfectly" she smiled.
"Oh, thank you" Ginny looked relieved. Molly waved with a large wooden spoon "Now off you go, Ginny. Harry isn't supposed to see you before the actual wedding starts"

The sun began to set, when the party was in its full swing. Some people were dancing, or trying to dance, to the music, while others stood around, drinking butterbeer and chatting with friends.
Minerva was doing none of that. She sat on a large rock, a little distanced from the crowd, and watched the dancers.
"Aren't you bored?" Albus' voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Me? No. I'm just ... wondering about things" she let her gaze drift over the wide fields around the Weasleys' home.
"Care to dance?" he grinned.
Looking at him again, she let out a short laugh "We'd make fools of ourselves. Albus, we're not that young anymore"
"Huh, speak for yourself. I feel like 25!" he winked, then he took her hand "Please. You'll like it"
"I can't dance. I'm terrible at it" Minerva smirked.
"Liar" he replied "Remember the Yule Ball? When Harry was a 4th year? You taught them all how to dance, so you can't be that terrible"
She sighed, letting herself be pulled off the rock.

"Look" Albus said, pointing at Arthur and Molly, who were also dancing "If they're dancing, we can."
A smile crossed the witch's lips, as they twirled around the others.

"Harry, look at them" Ginny smiled and gestured towards their former teachers. "I always knew they were more than friends." Harry grinned.
"Remember when she tried to teach us the walz? Bloody hell, that seems like ages ago!" Ron threw in, from Harry's right.
"Oh Ron, just because YOU didn't get it!" Hermione teased. "Excuse me?" Ron looked at her played-accusingly "I was the one, who had to dance in front of everyone else."
" 'Mr Weasley, place your right hand on my waist' " Ginny quoted and they all burst out in laughter, as Ron looked at her with big eyes "Where?"

Darkness had fallen seemingly ages ago and everyone was slowly starting to feel drowsy.
Most of the guests were now only chatting and the only people, who were still dancing in the middle of the party were Molly and Arthur. Minerva and Albus, for that matter, had walked away from the crowd and were now both sitting on the rock, the witch had occupied earlier.
"Is there something on your mind, my dear?" Albus asked.
"On my mind ...?" Minerva repeated sleepily "No ... well, you are ... but not much more"
"I'll take that as a compliment"
"It was supposed to be one"
Silence fell between them again, as Minerva leaned against him and closed her eyes, her night-blue robes pulled tightly around her against the cool autumn air.
"We're supposed to be at work again next week" she mumbled.
"I know ... Pity, isn't it? I could've done with a little more time off"
"Mhm ..."
The next thing he noticed was her calm breathing against his shoulder. "You must be really tired ..." he whispered with a smile, noticing that she had fallen asleep.