It's been 3 years since the terrible war. Three years since Harry and Charddonay Allura Potter (commonly known by her middle name) defeated the Dark Lord. And since the war did wipe out a good amount of population, the ministry decided to walk down...
Hey guys! So just in advance, most of the things from the speeches have been taken from the speeches given by my aunts and uncles on my cousins' weddings. Mind you, I come from a huge family. My maternal grandfather was one of 16 siblings, my Maternal grandmother one of 15, my paternal grandfather one of 12 and my paternal grandmother one of 14 all of whom further had mutiple children who further gave birth to my cousins. So you can imagine... ____________________________________________ Chapter 7 The Reception
After returning in her new dress for the reception, Allura was surrounded by her friends.
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"You look amazing!" Ginny gushed.
"You do look beautiful." Luna agreed.
"This Place is decorated nicely, isn't it?" Neville asked, looking around.
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"Let it be known that the Malfoys know weddings." Allura said. "Okay, guys, give me a minute, I need to find Draco, let him know I'm back and ready to cut the cake whenever he is."
Just as she turned around she bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sor..." Allura suddenly list her voice as she looked at the face of Fred Weasley. "Fred." She said softly.
"Lura." He gulped.
"I...uh-.." Allura struggles to find the words to address Fred, the boy who she long thought she would marry on her wedding to someone else.
