Chapter Seven
[approx 2 weeks later]

"Are you sure you know how to do it?" Ginny asked in panic. Her wedding was only one week away and she had so many details to finalise, which was making her and her friends even more stressed out. Her Aunt Fleur had offered to do her hair for the wedding but Ginny was still sceptical.

"Don't worry about zis Ginny, eet will be fine," Fleur said reassuringly. She'd come over to Hermione's apartment to practise some styles for Ginny to choose from. Ginny was actually supposed to be okaying the table arrangements at the same time but Luna still hadn't shown up so she was freaking out.

"Just breathe Gin, in and out," Hermione instructed. Ginny wafted her hands in front of her face while training her breathing.

"What's keeping Luna?" she asked in between breaths. Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

"Keep breathing; I'll go check on her," Hermione said before turning on the spot.


"Potter, the Minister wants to see you," said Dennis Creevey. Harry looked up from the report he was writing.

"Did he say what about?" he asked. Dennis shook his head and disappeared out the door. Harry shared an office with Draco Malfoy and Michael Corner who were both Aurors. Ron was still in training, but Harry hoped he would be put in the same office when he was done.

Harry dropped his quill and stood up from his desk. He was on his way to the Minister's office when an owl poked him in the back with its beak.

Do you want me to pick up the suits?

Harry quickly scrawled a 'yes' on the back of the parchment and sent the owl away. He opened the door with the golden plaque 'Minister for Magic' and stepped inside. Kingsley Shacklebolt was an excellent Minister; he much preferred him over Fudge and Scrimgeour.

"Harry, how are you?" Kingsley asked. One of the main things Harry liked about Kingsley was that he was considerate. Manners and common courtesy needed to be observed.

"I'm great, you know really busy," Harry said brightly. Kingsley nodded knowingly. He'd received his invitation to the wedding in the Owl Post and had R.S.V.P'd to Harry in the hall. Ginny had insisted for R.S. by mail, but since he was the Minister for Magic Harry thought he could make an exception.

"I just wanted to offer my congratulations. You and Ginny are great together and nothing will be better than for you two to become husband and wife," Kingsley said warmly.

"Thankyou Kingsley, that means a lot to me," said Harry. He reached out to shake the Minister's hand.


Luna was supposed to be taking table arrangements to Hermione's but she'd been feeling sick all morning and was sitting on her bathroom floor, bent over the toilet bowl. She'd found a handy spell to keep her hair away from her face, but she still hated being sick.

"Luna? Are you home?" Hermione called from the other room.

"In here," said Luna. Hermione walked into the bathroom holding her clipboard. Her eyes widened when she saw Luna bent over the bowl.

"Oh gosh, are you okay?" she asked concernedly. Luna shrugged her shoulders as she wiped her mouth.

"How long have you been sick?" Hermione asked. She dropped her clipboard and crouched down next to her best friend.

"I've been feeling sick for a couple of days now but it's gotten worse today," Luna explained. She bent over the bowl again.

"Okay, I'm taking you to St Mungos," Hermione ordered. Luna shook her head but Hermione pulled her to her feet. She wasn't going to let Luna stay sick with only a week left until the wedding. Ginny was stressed enough at the moment and she didn't need anything else on her plate.

Hermione turned on the spot and reappeared on the second floor of St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Luna was immediately taken away for tests by a passing Healer so Hermione sat down in the waiting room to wait.


George was short-staffed at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes so instead of doing yesterday's stock order, he was putting boxes out on shelves.

"Carla, did you send and owl to Nancy?" George called from the backroom. Carla finished totalling her order and came to the stockroom door. She had an armful of Headless Hats that she was yet to put on the shelves.

"I sent her an owl about fifteen minutes ago but I haven't had a response. Do you want me to call in Stella?" Carla asked. Carla was the Manager at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and George would be lost without her. She was a very hard worker.

George nodded and went back into his office. Last night's stock order was going to have to wait. He had a pile of filing to do.


Ron arrived at Hermione's apartment with the table arrangements. Ginny was in the middle of getting her hair done and Ron didn't really want to interrupt because both girls looked pretty stressed out.

"Ron, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked in confusion. Ron placed the table arrangement on a dresser and went over to his sister.

"Hermione called me and asked me to bring over the table thing. She's with Luna at the hospital," Ron explained.

"The hospital, what's wrong with her?" Ginny cried. Ron shrugged his shoulders.


[Later that day, approx early evening]

Luna arrived home after spending the afternoon clutching her stomach whilst going over last minute floral bouquets for the bridesmaids. She was still feeling sick and whenever she'd tried to eat anything she'd just thrown up again.

She was still waiting for an owl from St Mungos with the results from her test. She was cleaning up her mess from this morning when there was a tap on the window. Luna let the owl in and unrolled the parchment. As she read the test results her mouth dropped open.

"What?!" she cried.

[Do you want the story to continue? Check out the first chapter of 'Hex in the Road.']