Harry Potter One Shots

White Wedding

All rights belong to the author, Angry Hermione

Harry awoke in his room at Grimmauld Place. He put his glasses on, glanced at his clock and sat up in alarm.

'Ten thirty! Oh, no! I can't be late for my own wedding!'

He threw the covers off himself and called out to the room, "Dobby!"

With a small pop, the little house elf appeared in the room and greeted Harry cheerfully, "Good morning, master sir!" Then Dobby added, with barely noticeable reluctance, "Is master feeling better today?"

Harry puzzled over the question for a moment, "Dobby, you know I wasn't drinking at my bachelor party last night, although Ron's probably nursing a fair sized head this morning. Is he up yet? If not you had better go wake up my best man, and it's likely he'll need a pepper-up potion."

Dobby's ears drooped as the smile dropped from his face. He looked at the floor and answered, "Master Weezy is in the kitchen, sir. Dobby is making him breakfast. Is Harry Potter wanting breakfast, sir?"

"No," Harry answered, "I'm a bit too nervous to eat, and I really don't have the time, I only have an hour to get ready. Could you set out my formal robes for me while I take a shower?"

"Yes, sir." Replied Dobby morosely.

Harry briefly wondered what was wrong with the little elf as he stepped into the bathroom. He showered quickly then, to save time, performed a drying charm on himself. In an attempt to tame his naturally scruffy hair, he grabbed his comb and looked into the mirror.

The reflection that greeted him made him step back in shock. It wasn't the reflection of a nineteen-year-old Harry, but one that looked as if he were in his late-twenties. His hair was long and dull, his eyes appeared to be sunken and bloodshot, and his skin was pale and drawn, looking almost skeletal.

He closed his eyes for a moment, not believing what he had just seen. He opened them again and looked into the mirror. There it was, the smiling face, the bright eyes, the short messy hair...

'Fred and George! One of their joke mirrors, no doubt...'

He smiled as he made a mental note to 'thank' the twins for their little prank. He finished up then left the bathroom and hurriedly dressed himself in the formal robes that Dobby had laid out for him. As he reached for his wand on the writing desk, he saw the moving photograph of his fiancé that was taken on the day he proposed to her just a few months before. He couldn't help but to smile as Hermione beamed at him from the picture and blew him a kiss.

'In just a few short hours, she will no longer be Hermione Granger, but Mrs. Hermione Potter.' He thought to himself as his grin widened.

He leapt down the stairs two at a time and almost skipped to the kitchen. He entered the kitchen and his smile suddenly disappeared as he saw Ron sitting at the table reading the morning paper in his boxers!

"Ron!" yelled Harry, causing his redheaded friend to jump in his seat, "It's after eleven, mate, and you need to get dressed! You know the wedding's at noon and you're the best man!"

Ron visibly stiffened at the sound of Harry's voice, but didn't move.

Harry looked around the room and asked, "Where are the Twins? They should be here by now."

"The twins are gone, Harry." Said Ron, not looking up from the paper that he obviously wasn't reading anymore. His eyes were closed.

"Oh," said Harry, "They're already at Hogwarts? Isn't that a bit dangerous, leaving them on their own? I mean, who knows what they're up to, you know how they get, especially at wed..."