A Weasley Wedding
Disclaimer: So . . . I found out I own nothing. . . . Oh well."Hello, Barny."
I looked up to see 'Jasmine McCauley' standing in front of me, a grin on her face. She looked beautiful today, dressed in a simple, silky, green gown, the straps lose and showing off a very good, nice portion of her shoulders and her brown hair pulled back in a bun. But I think she looked even more gorgeous because she was to be my savior, hopefully.
"Who are you?" Aunt Muriel said, rudely of course.
"Oh, pardon my manners," Joey said, bowing her head slightly to the old woman. "I'm Jasmine. Jasmine McCauley, friend of the family."
"I don't think I've ever heard of you," Muriel said, frowning. "Muggleborn, are you? Awfully skinny, aren't you? And such an awful color to where with such pale skin. And –"
"You wouldn't mind if I borrowed Barney here from you for a second?" Joey asked, taking my hand. "This is my favorite song and I would love a dance ever so much."
"Fine, fine, take him. He's not very company anyway, asks to many questions."
Joey pulled me to my feet and we left to the dance floor, where she put her hands on my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Are you alright?" she asked as we swayed slowly to the music.
"Yeah, sort of . . ." I said. "I've just got a lot to wrap my mind around."
I nodded, sighing. Was it possible that Dumbledore could have actually been involved in the Dark Arts like Rita Skeeter claimed him to be? And what about Doge? Did he just have some sort of blind eye when it came to Dumbledore or was Dumbledore as good as he believed? And sure, Muriel was an evil old bag, but could she be telling the truth too?
And what of the things he had left Ron, Hermione, and me? How were we supposed to defeat Voldemort with a book, a Deluminator, and a snitch? Of course, the sword would have been useful, but. . . . well, it was to be expected, he supposed.
"You shouldn't let other people change your opinion about someone who obviously cared about you," Josephine said, pushing some of my hair out of my face. "And I'm sure Dumbledore had his reasons for giving you, Ron, and Hermione those things."
"Yeah, I just wish I knew now." I twirled her around a bit, making her smile. Biting my lip slightly, I said, "But that's not all I've been thinking about."
"What have you been thinking about?"
I hesitated, before saying, "I've been thinking about – leaving you here."
Joey sighed, staring up at me with hard eyes. "Harry, we've already talked about this."
I nodded. We had talked about it. Last night, two nights before that, the night I first got back. She wouldn't listen to reason, she was so stubborn. "Joey, you've got a chance to live, have a future. . . . My future has Voldemort and me and only one of us is walking away from that. If you – if you were to die, because of me –"
"Harry." She looked up at me with serious eyes, a slight smile on my life. "I've already lost my future. I'm no longer a Malfoy; it's not planned out for me anymore. I'm free to do as I please, which means starting a new future and right now I see you and that's all I see. I know it'll be dangerous, but I love you and I'm coming with you. If – if I die, it'll be because I was fighting for a cause, for you . . . it won't be you're fault at all, I wouldn't ever want you to think that."
I pulled her closer to me and she laid her head on my shoulder. She wouldn't be moved, I knew. I wouldn't be able to talk her out of it. "I'm not going to let you die," I whispered to her.
"I know," she whispered back. "I'm not going to let you die either."
"You're going to beat him, Harry, I know you will. Ron, Hermione, and I will be at your side when you do, after we find and destroy all of those Horcruxes. It'll be over and it'll be fine. That's what I see Harry."
That's what I wanted to see and I tried hard to see it. I tried to see Voldemort, dead and gone, people cheering because life could finally return back to normal. I tried to see Joey, walking up the aisle in a gown much like the one she was wearing today . . . expect white. And I really, really tried hard to see Joey and I, together with a family, happy and carefree.
But all I could see in the near future was Voldemort and his wand pointed right at me. I told her so and she said, "That's what you see now. Wait until later."
Just then, Hermione came up to us, placing her hand on my shoulder as she removed one of her shoes. "I simply can't dance anymore. Ron's gone looking to find more butterbeers. Are you two, okay?"
Joey and I were about to answer when a large, silver lynx leaped gracefully into the middle of the dance floor. A Patronus. We all watched stunned as the Patronus opened it's mouth and spoke in Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
I drew my wand from my dress robes pocket, realizing Joey and Hermione already had their wands in their hands. I grabbed Joey's free hand as Hermione took my wrist and we began our search for wand.
Guests slowly came to life, Apparating on the spot, screaming wildly. The protection Charms around the Burrow had broken and figures and black cloaks because to appear in the midst. Spells were being shot over head as the three of us pushed through the crowd, Hermione calling out Ron's name.
Finally he was near us. He took hold of Hermione's free hand, she turned on the spot, and we Apparated.