Times were hard for the peasants who lived outside the walls of the castle. The prince’s wedding was approaching fast and everything ought to be perfect. From sunrise to sundown they were seen working on the camps. The one’s living inside the castle ground could be found cleaning and decorating every single space.
From his bedroom tall window, Harry watched the farmers at their work. His face serious, holding in meditation, he let his hand fall from the stone wall to the grip of his sword. Harry was nervous. Although being best friends with his fiancé brother, he never talked to her. He only saw her once, when they were eleven years old. She was a shy little thing, with bright red hair, holding on to her mother’s skirts amazed at the great Harry Potter. But Ginevra Weasley was now a young lady of reputable beauty and grace, or so had he heard. At least something good came out of that, the fact that Hermione was coming back, once Lady Ginevra was settled in. Despite that, what scared Harry the most was that he had to marry Lady Ginevra without being in love with her; he surely hoped to fall in love with her with time.
Harry sighed as he turned his back at the window and made his way out of his bedroom. In the long corridor, he turned to the staircase and walked to his father study. He bowed his head in acknowledgment, to the many servants and nobles that greeted him. Harry knocked at the dark wooden, embellished door and waited.
“Good morning Professor, I’m sorry if I’m late.”
“You’re just in time dear boy.” Dumbledore assured, sitting behind the voluptuous desk.
Harry’s father and mother both died when he was a baby. He was left at Professor’s Dumbledore care. The wizard responsible for his parent’s death had vanished when Harry’s parents died. But through the years his strength came and he once more attacked Harry. It wasn’t without difficulty that Harry, Ron and their friend Hermione were able to diminish him once more, but they knew it would only be a matter of time before the Dark Lord came back, stronger than ever. There were already rumors of peasant’s mysterious disappearances. Some said that he was building an army, getting ready to end them once and for all. People were afraid, but they couldn’t be hiding in their houses when there were mouths to feed.
That was the reason why Professor Dumbledore rushed Harry’s marriage to Lady Ginevra. He wanted to protect the people through his Prince’s love, like his mother did for him so long ago. And if the spell didn’t work, at least to see their Prince married and, possibly an heir in the nursery were a reassurance many appreciated.
“Are there any news?” Harry approached the desk and sat in a chair close to it.
“Severus sent me a letter yesterday. He said that the pull from the dark mark is getting stronger each day.” Dumbledore answered, his eyes studying a parchment closely.
“Do you really think he can be trusted?”
“I do Harry.” Dumbledore putted down the parchment and looked Harry in the eyes. “Sirius doesn’t know if he can be here on time of the wedding. He hasn’t been able to find Remus yet.”
“Do you think he’s all right? It’s been two months since he disappeared.” Harry passed a hand through his hair, worried.
“No one can know for sure Harry. But commoners use to say that bad news always travels faster.” His blue eyes got fixed on a letter, open at the top of a pile of parchments. “She is coming today.”
“I know. Ron warned me his mother had sent you a letter.” Harry admitted. “Do you really think this is going to work?”
“I have hope, dear boy. Now go, it’s almost 12am.”
Harry left the study and went to the throne room. Every two days there was a long line of nobles and commoners with a long list of problems and demands, for him to deal with. He grinned as he remembered last week, when two farmers had transfigured each other’s legs into hooves. Harry hated the long hours of hearing to noblemen asking him who their daughters should marry, or when someone dared to cultivate one inch of land that wasn’t theirs. It seemed that the hours turned into years. So he took his time, slowly walking to the top of the throne room and before taking a sit in the throne.