I wake as someone puts a blanket over my shoulders. Once my eyes adjusted, I look to see Fred sitting down next to me. I'm still by the couch, holding George's hand. He is sound asleep.
"Thanks," I quietly mutter towards Fred, not wanting to wake George.
"No problem... You know, Mum knew Fleur truly loved Bill when she didn't leave him after he was attacked and scarred."
"You aren't supposed to leave the ones you love."
"What I'm saying is that you do show how much you care for George."
"He was first to show how much he cared about me."
We fall silent, not knowing what to say. Eventually, sleep comes over me again.
***
I zip up my dress and look at the mirror. I'm in a deep red dress that goes to my knees and has lacey bell sleeve. My hair is in a nice bun on top of my head and my camp necklace is tied around my neck. George wraps his arms around me and I lean my head back on his chest. He has bandages wrapped around his head and a tuning fork sticking out of the gauze.
"I thought the bride has to be the prettiest girl there."
"Your just saying that cause you have to," I smirk.
"No I don't. You're stuck with me."
"True. Where's Erik?"
His smile drops and he starts looking around. I chuckle and slide on my black heels before searching for my little brother. I find him sitting on the couch, holding the pillow with the rings on it. He has on khaki pants and a soft blue button up shirt. Each day he looks more and more like his parents.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"Mrs. Weasley said that if I guard the rings, I'll get ice cream later."
"Well you're doing an amazing job."
I start tickling him and he laughs like crazy. You can see where he lost some of his baby teeth. Mrs. Weasley comes in and motion us to go outside. Erik is sent to where he has to go and I sit with my friends and family in the back. We actually take up a good chunk of the groom's section. Fred and George sit down by me and we watch the ceremony. It seem to fly by and soon I find myself watching Erik dance and just having fun. Annabeth sits next to me.
"So why didn't I go to your wedding?" she smirks.
"Jason," I quietly snarl.
"No," the blonde laughs. "I figured it out."
"Well, you can get me back if you and Percy ever-"
She cuts me off by holding up her hand. I'm her ring finger is a diamond ring. We squeal together.
"When?" I ask.
"He asked last night."
I give her a hug as George walks over.
"Hey Annabeth."
"Hi George."
"Mind if I dance with Jas?"
"Not at all."
George grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor. A slow song starts playing and we just sway there. In the corner of my eye, I can see Will is playing around with Erik and Nico is leaning against a post, laughing at the two of them.
"How did I get so lucky?" George asks.
"You must have done something Fortuna agreed with. I mean after my friends and family held her hostage." George starts laughing. "I'm not kidding. They had her held hostage at the bottom of the Argus II."
This just causes him to laugh harder and people start giving us odd faces, which causes me to start laughing. We eventually stop and just sway back and forth.
"So Annabeth knows?" he asks.
"Yep. How much trouble do you think we'll be in when your mom finds out?"
"Loads."
A blue orbs flies through the tent and hovers a few feet off the ground.
"The Ministry has fallen. The Minister is dead. They're coming."
Everyone that has not been in a war recently start freaking. Demigods pull out swords and bows. Magicians pull out staffs and wands. I pull my bow and arrows from Duat call Erik over, handing him my dagger.
"Stab anyone that wear those scary masks," I order him. George hands me my wand and I put it into Duat. Death Eaters come through the tent and I start letting arrows fly into these men. George grabs Erik and pushes me out of the way of a spell. Hermione grabs my hand and we disapperate with Harry and Ron.
YOU ARE READING
Battle of the Ages
FanficThe final fight draws close and everyone is in panic. More go missing or killed. A marriage hidden. Jas has to help find the Horcruxes. A fight with friends and family till the very last breath.