𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

forty-eight || Year 7 ✔️

The wedding party is in full swing. Harry, in dress robes, stands on the periphery, absently fingering the snitch  as Bill and Fleur twirl madly within a clapping circle of well-wishers.

Amelia walks to him, smiling happily. "Hello, love." She smiles, sipping her drink.

"Hello..." Harry smiles at the girl, and his gaze drifts to Hermione, then to Ron, who ignores all his eyes focused entirely on Hermione. Amelia notices it too, following the gaze of the boy, she smiles at the ginger and curly haired girl.

"I bet you two Sickles that Ron and Hermione will end up together at the end of the year." whispered Amelia, chuckling.

Harry rolls his eyes. "Alright." Nearby, Tonks, hand to her belly, leans forward and whispers something to Mrs. Weasley, who reacts with happy surprise.

"Hello, Harry! Hello, Amelia!" greets Luna approaches in the company of Xenophilius Lovegood with shoulder-length white hair. 
Both wear robes the color of egg yolk.

"Hello, Luna!" grinned Amelia.

"Oh, I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I?" asked Luna, to Harry. "I can see it growing smaller in your eyes."

"No, 'course not. How are you, Luna?" questioned Harry, smiling at her.

"Very well. I was bitten by a garden gnome only moments ago." She holds up her finger, which is sheathed in blood.

"Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial!" said the wizard. "Xenophilius Lovegood. We live just over the hill!"

"Nice to meet you, sir." Harry shakes his hand, then Amelia.

Lovegood suddenly leans close, whispers fiercely, which Amelia and Harry could only hear. "I trust you know, Mr. Potter, that
we at The Quibbler, unlike those toadies at the Daily Prophet, fully supported Dumbledore during his lifetime and in his death support you just as fully."

"Come, Daddy." said Luna, pulling her father along with her. "Harry and Amelia doesn't want to talk to us right now. They're just too nice to say something."

Lovegood's eyes burn with righteousness, a triangular eye dangling from a chain around his neck. As Luna pulls him away, Harry glances once again across the garden.

"Dance?" asked Harry, as the song that's being played grew soft.

"I thought you'd never ask." Amelia chuckles, Harry holds out his hand, which Amelia gladly took. They walk to the dance-floor, holding her each other's hand.

Harry's hand travel down to her waist, and Amelia lays her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat slowly. They sway, following the sound of the soft music, and the corner of

Amelia's lips tugged into a small smile. "Such a development, Potter. Three years ago, I had to drag you to the dance-floor."

Harry rolls his eyes and he chuckled. "Thank god you did, actually."

"Hmm? Why is that?"

"If you didn't, I would've never realised I liked you." He replied.

"Mhm, then why the bloody hell did you still like Cho?"

"Well, I thought that dating your best friend would be weird." he shrugged, "But I was totally wrong."

"Totally." She snorted, and then whispered: "Oh and I heard what you whispered to me before we drifted to sleep last night."

She chuckles softly when she noticed his cheeks turn red. "Oh...yeah. That." He said, sheepishly.

"Mhm..." Amelia smirks, she slowly leans closer to him. "I love you, too." She then pressed her lips on his, smiling into the kiss.
When their lips part, Harry chuckles and smiles at the girl he loves dearly. Nearby, Tonks and Lupin smiles at the couple, Tonks smile the widest.