The Lone Wolf | Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Chapter 64: A Wedding Gone Wrong

~.~.~Parts 166 and 167~.~.~
•3rd Person POV•

Y/n and the twins spent the next few days at the Burrow. Bill and Fleur's wedding was a week after the battle. George's recovery is going well and everyone was still reeling from the death of Mad-Eye. Bill and Fleur decided to have their wedding at the Burrow, Fred, George, Ron and Arthur had all gone outside at one o'clock to set up the marquee. They were all in their suits, only had the final details were left.

By three o'clock, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing outside the great, white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. Harry had decided to take a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the 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 the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him.

All four of them were clutching 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; Fred could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot, the entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long, purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow.

"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."

"I'm not sure Y/n would sign off on that. You've heard what type of wedding she wants. And plus, mum wasn't too bad this morning, considering," said George. "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 towards the marquee.

Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches' hats, while precious gems glittered from many 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," said George, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them." and he darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession he said, "Here – permettezmoi to assister vous," to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.

Fred 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," said a familiar voice as he came out of the marquee again and found Teddy, Tonks and Remus at the front of the queue. She had turned blonde for the occasion. "Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair. Sorry about last night," she added in a whisper, as Harry led them up the aisle. "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,"said Harry, speaking more to Lupin than Tonks. Lupin gave him a swift smile, but as they turned away Harry saw Lupin's face fall again into lines of misery. He did not understand it, but there was no time to dwell on the matter.