"Good morning, dears," Mrs Weasley greeted them cheerfully. "I thought you might appreciate some breakfast on the morning of your big day."
"Yes, thank you," Harry said, trying to hide his confusion.
"It's very much appreciated," Kit followed up, and Mrs Weasley turned to smile at them.
"How many eggs would you like?" she asked cheerfully.
"Hermy!" Nate squealed as Hermione entered the kitchen, and she gave Harry and Kit an apologetic look.
Harry and Kit nodded back and they all took their seats as Mrs Weasley served breakfast.
When Kit had finished, she was shooed upstairs by Hermione and Carrie (who had arrived during breakfast with Jake) to take a shower and get dressed before Carrie did her hair and makeup and Harry was forced into the shower. The rest of the Weasleys arrived with their partners and very close friends. They all stood in the kitchen talking amongst themselves and playing with Nate as they waited for the minister and the bride and groom. In attendance were Carrie and Jake, Ron and Hermione, Mr and Mrs Weasley (who was very subdued and placid, no doubt due to a potion slipped to her early in the day by Hermione), Remus and Tonks who looked less like a couple and more like flat-mates, Fred, George, Jonathon, Charlie and Kristina (no one mentioned babies), Oliver and Sasha (Sasha showing a bump), Neville, Luna, and Ginny. Bill and Fleur were tied up in France, but offered a Delacour beach-house in Australia for Harry and Kit to get away for their honeymoon, and Percy could not get away from work but sent a card and small money gift through George.
The ministers arrived as Carrie descended the stairs to shoo everyone into the backyard. The backyard, which had once been a blanket of snow with Nate's footprints on the deck and Paddy's paw prints throughout the yard, had been shovelled down so that the snow banks circled around the invisible altar, with enough standing room for their guests and an aisle for the bride and groom. Nate, bundled up in a snowsuit, and Paddy led the ministers out, everyone else following behind. In no time, Fred and George were playing in the snow with Nate and Paddy. They stood up, however, when Remus cleared his throat and Harry walked down the aisle in a suit. He shook hands with his friends before reaching the ministers, shaking their hands, and thanking them for coming as Remus slipped back into the house. Silence fell over them as Carrie cued "The Wedding March" on a CD player, and they all turned to watch Remus lead Kit, in an ivory and navy blue pantsuit, down the aisle.
The ceremony was short as the sky began to cloud over and the chill in the December air settled over them all. After exchanging rings and performing the hand fasting, they finished with their simple traditional 'I do's, and kissed as fat snowflakes began to fall. Hermione and Carrie sighed as the others began to clap, and Nate – covered in snow – ran and hugged his parents' knees together. Kit smiled against Harry's lips.
"Perfect," she whispered, and Harry grinned, bending to pick up Nate and taking Kit's hand, leading everyone into the house.
His midterm tests had gone well. Already he had finished half of the curriculum that was needed for his diploma. And, after most stressful times in the private school he was attending, rewards were given en mass to the boys. And, as the weather was the warmest it had been in months, the boys were being released into the warm spring air for a weekend away (to whomever could manage it). Harry could not wait. As soon as it was announced he wrote home to tell Kit, Ron, and Hermione. His letter to Kit contained many smiley faces and hearts. He missed Nate terribly.
But the other boys were just as excited to get out and meet their own girlfriends, so when the doors opened, Harry did his best to push through to the front.
Kit had pulled Nate to the side of the street when he started squirming. Hermione and Ron stood by for support.
"Oh, Nate, hunny," Kit cooed, kneeling in front and trying to pacify him with a juice bottle as he continued to squirm and squawk, uncomfortable in the pram. "Just a few more minutes and you'll get to see daddy!"
Nate stopped crying and looked at Kit.
Hermione giggled, looking down at the scene while Ron scanned the crowd in the street.
"That's right," Kit smiled, "daddy's coming home to visit this weekend. Isn't that good?"
Nate nodded, but didn't smile, reaching out to be picked up. Kit hesitated.
"Hermione," Ron said, not looking at them, but instead at the crowd.
Harry had pushed himself to the front and was looking eagerly across the street when Hermione caught his eye and a smile lit up both their faces as she launched herself towards him.
He caught her in his arms as she reached him, flinging her arms around him and holding on like she had done when he had come back from destroying one of the last horcruxes. Harry laughed out loud and she pulled herself off him so they could keep walking. The other boys were looking at them as though they had lost their minds.
"Hermione, how are you?" he asked, smiling broadly and slinging his arm around her shoulders as he caught sight of Kit kneeled in front of the pram and Ron grinning beside her.
"I'm so glad to see you again," she said breathlessly. "And I'm sure your son is as well."
His last statement caused some of the boys who had not heard that Harry was a father stumble in their steps, but it did not faze the two friends.
"I've missed him," Harry said softly as Ron approached them.
"Good to see you again," he said, slapping Harry on the back.
"You too, Ron."
Kit stood up and faced him. "Hi," she said.
Harry didn't say a word as he wrapped his arms around her and they both clung to each other. He kissed her cheek and forehead as tears came to her eyes. The three months away from each other had felt like a year. Harry knew he had missed a lot of time with Kit and Nate, and he could tell that Kit had missed him enormously, just by the way she was holding him now, as though she would never let him go.
"God, I missed you so much," she whispered, and Harry squeezed her tighter.
"I missed you too," he breathed.
"Up!" Nate shouted, and Harry's face lit up as he let go of Kit and turned to his son.
"Hey buddy," he said, and Nate smiled up at him.
"How are you, Natty?" Harry asked, smiling, unbuckling him.
Both Ron and Hermione laughed as Kit took the juice bottle and Harry lifted Nate up and help him above his head. Nate giggled and Harry made to throw him up in the air and he giggled more. Harry made faces at the boy and Kit wrapped her arm around his waist as Ron took Hermione's hand and whispered in her ear.
None of them looked around to see the few teachers of Harry's smile at the scene, nor the girlfriends of the other students gush to each other over the sweetness of the reunion. All that mattered to the small, young family was each other and being together.
The reception passed flawlessly. Everyone loved the food, everyone got along, and almost everyone drank and made merry. Even those who chose virgin drinks made merry, and although there were tears of happiness, there were none of frustration or sadness. They were together again, happier than ever.
Because of the earliness of the ceremony, the reception was more of a late lunch than a supper, and no one complained. The guests stayed longer than everyone thought they probably would. Seven o'clock rolled around and Kristina was feeling tired, so she and Charlie left with Oliver and Sasha (Sasha had slowly been dozing off, partly due to her pregnancy). Mr and Mrs Weasley followed not too long afterwards with Ginny, Luna, and Jonathon. Neville was unfit for apparation after having too many of Remus' margaritas, as were Fred and George.
So as Carrie practically dragged Jake back across the street and Hermione and Ron gave Nate goodnight kisses before departing, Kit pulled out extra pillows and blankets for the drunkards in her living room. Harry took Nate upstairs to put him to bed, and Tonks tried to lure Remus – also inebriated – to hold her arm as she apparated them back to their remodelled flat.
Fred, George, and Neville were asleep before they could say goodnight, and Kit placed bowls at their heads for the morning before locking the doors, turning off the lights, and making her way upstairs.
Harry was just closing the door to Nate's room when Kit stood in the hallway, smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile back, admiring the way she looked in the dim light with such an uplifted expression on her face.
"Hello there, Mrs Potter," he whispered, stepping towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And my wonderful husband," she smiled as he kissed her neck, "how is our son?"
"Asleep and happy his parents are married."
"Forever and ever."
"Until death do us part."
"And maybe after that, if we feel like it."
"Only if there's a bedroom wherever we end up."
Kit laughed softly, wrapped up in his arms. She didn't feel like going anywhere, just to stay in his arms forever. Her stomach filled with butterflies and was glad she was married to the man she had her arms wrapped around.
Harry felt the same way.
"Let's get some sleep," he whispered finally, and she held his hand as they took the steps toward their bedroom. But before Kit could walk in, Harry held her back.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he led her arm to hang around his neck.
"It is our wedding night," he said softly, and she smiled as he lifted her up and carried her – like the bride she was – through the bedroom door and laid her on the bed, kissing her softly.
"Thank you," he whispered against her lips.
"For making me the happiest man on earth."
"Anytime," she grinned.
They fell asleep that night in each other's arms, smiles on their faces, the winter moon shining through the window.
I know it isn't as "wedding" as some of you would probably like, but I really didn't want it to be. I hope the flashback fits, although it wasn't initially intended here at all.
Needless to say, there will be no more posts until I discover what happens to everyone. Also, this may just turn a little more AU next week.
So, enjoy this chapter, enjoy the book, enjoy the movie, and I'll be back after the end! xoxo