Change the Future

DH 6

Three o’clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred, and George 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” and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him. Rory managed to avoid needing Polyjuice Potion instead her hair had been made longer and changed to a brighter red and the purple removed and the scars covered with her hair and dress seeing as she was less recognisable than Harry.

"Long hair again" Marlene smiles.

"Temporarily" Rory tells her.

Rory was stood near the twins as the looked at the seating plans, so that they 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. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.

“When I get married,” Fred said, tugging at the collar of his robes, “I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense I'll go a similar way to Rory and Charlie,  nice and simple. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full Body Bind Curse on Mum until it’s all over.”

Rory and George share a sad look at the mention of Fred getting married.

“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 coloured 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 man 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 making me laugh. “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 permettez-moi to assiter vous,” to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr. Weasley’s old Ministry colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry’s lot.

“Wotcher,” A familiar voice said as Harry came out of the marquee again and walked over to Rory where Tonks and Remus followed. Tonks had turned blonde for the occasion. “Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair and that Rory now had long hair again and no purple. Sorry about last night,” she added in a whisper. “The Ministry’s being very anti-werewolf at the moment and we thought our presence might not do you any favours.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Harry said, clearly speaking more to Remus than Tonks. Remus gave him a swift smile before turning to Rory.

"You look stunning wolf"

"Thanks Moony, you okay" She looks at him.

"She know you as well as you know her Remus" Euphemia says smiling with them.

"Fine wolf, nothing for you to worry about"

"Okay, I'm going to go find Mione, I'll see you guys later" Rory heads off to find Hermione as Harry shows Tonks and Remus to their seats. On her way to find Hermione she bumps into Charlie.