Never Is Our Always

The Ministry Has Fallen, They Are Coming

(the day after Harry's Birthday)

(Minnie pov)

I heard someone wolf whistle as I turn around and look at Fred leaning against the door frame, "belle." He said with a French accent.

"Calling me beautiful, huh?" I said and he chuckles as he walks into the room and then takes my hand as he spun me around.

"Always calling you beautiful, but today, you look absolutely stunning," I hum before laughing as he brought me into a kiss.

"Thank you, handsome," he grins at me as we were inches away from each other's face again.

"You look good in yellow," he murmurs.

"You're my yellow," I reply, his smile brightens at me as I then tap him on the nose and giggle.

"Come on you two!" George shouts, "Mum'll have a fit if we're not down there!"

-

It was now Three o'clock in the afternoon, me, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests.

Harry had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village, Ottery St. Catchpole, from whom Fred had stolen hairs using a Summoning Charm. The plan was to introduce Harry as "Cousin Barny", which made me laugh, and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him.

All five of us were clutching seating plans, so that we could help show people to the right seats. A host of white-robed waiters had arrived an hour earlier, along with a golden-jacketed band, and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distance away under a tree.

Behind me, the entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers.

Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.

"When I get married," Fred said, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over." He then looked at me and I nod in agreement.

"She wasn't too bad this morning, considering," George said. "Cried a bit about Percy not being here, but who wants him? Oh blimey, brace yourselves— here they come, look."

Brightly colored figures were appearing, one by one, out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its way up through the garden toward the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches' hats, while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards' cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the crowd approached the tent.

"Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins," George said, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them..."

"Not so fast, Your Holeyness," Fred said, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession, he said, "Here say this—"

"Don't bother, George say this: permettez-moi to assister vous," I whispered into his ear and he nods.

"Permettez-moi to assister vous." He repeated to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.

"Wasn't gonna let you do it even if you bloody tried," I told Fred, grinning in amusement.