Freddie

George

~Eleven Months Later~

"I can't believe I'm getting married tomorrow!" squealed Angelina, examining the diamond on her finger.

"Ah! I know!" Hermione said, equally excited. Hermione would be the maid of honor after all. George smiled at the girls. All of this felt like a dream to him. The last year had been the best of his life. He had his brother, his friends, the girl he loved...what more could he ask for? Sure, he was worried, they still hadn't found out how to close the hole in The Veil, but nothing world-changing seemed to be happening, so he chose to hope that the universe had fixed itself. Voldemort hadn't come back, or any other dark wizards. After all, miracles obviously could happen. It was a miracle in itself that Angelina Johnson, the most beautiful woman on Earth, was marrying him, George Weasley. Angelina glanced at her watch.

"I suppose it's getting rather late," she said, "I'd better get some sleep."

"Before the big day!" Hermione sung. The girls giggled and Angelina kissed George on the cheek to head out the door.

"What, you're not staying here?" asked Fred.

"No, silly," said Angelina, "George and I have to stay apart the night before the wedding."

"Okay," said Fred, raising an eyebrow. He had been working on his speech as best man.

"I should leave too," said Hermione, "Bye guys!" George waved as she walked out of the door. A couple of second later, he heard a Whoosh! And knew that she had apparated.

"So," said Fred, mischief gleaming in his eyes, "is my little brother excited for his big day?" He ruffled George's hair. George laughed.

"You're barely older than me Fred," he said, shaking his head.

"Barely still counts," said Fred.

"Whatever," George rolled his eyes. "I'm going to go to bed. It's getting late, and as you know, I have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Oh?" said Fred, "I'm sure you do.

"Shut up," chuckled George. He walked into his room. "G'night!" he yelled. Fred smiled.

The next morning, George woke up and was immediately flooded with a surge of happiness. He grinned from ear to ear, sure that nothing could ruin this day. He picked up his phone to call Angelina, before remembering that they had agreed not to talk on their wedding day until they saw each other. He practically sprung out of bed and opened his blinds. Their wedding was fairly early, so he thought that he could probably start getting ready now. He showered, then packed his tux so that he could put it on right before the ceremony. He didn't want to get it dirty. He dressed in plain clothes and walked into his kitchen, where he immediately smelled frying bacon.

" 'Morning," said Fred, who was standing at the kitchen counter, making bacon and pancakes.

"What are you doing? I could have done that," said George.

"Mate, you're getting married today," said Fred, exasperated, "I can make you breakfast. There's coffee over there." George got a cup of coffee and sat at the table. A plate of bacon with a stack of pancakes was pushed in front of him.

"Thanks," he said, not mentioning that the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his stomach made him almost too nauseous to eat. He shoveled a few bites down for his brother's benefit, not tasting the food.

After they had finished breakfast, George decided it was probably time to get to Hogwarts. The wedding was taking place at the Quidditch Pitch for nostalgic purposes. Almost everyone that they had gone to school with would be there, along with the professors. Since there was no apparating in or out of Hogwarts, they would have to go by train. "Let's go, Fred," said George. They could apparate to the train station.