Everyone was in the tent laughing, joking and having fun as they watched the newlyweds dance around with smiles on their faces. May had stopped crying and was laughing and talking with past students from the Beauxbatons Academy who were here in support of Fleur.
Harry watched May laugh from afar, admiring her beauty, yes, Harry was the secret admirer but he wasn't going to tell anyone and no one was ever going to know.
The fun was interrupted by a blue light landing in the middle of the tent, "The ministry has fallen.
"The minister of magic is dead.
"They are coming! They are coming!"
The tent went into a state of panic as everyone began to evaporate or get their wands out at the ready, May ran to Ginny as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione evaporate together and her family cast spell after spell at the death eaters.
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The 8th Weasley
Fanfiction*Harry Potter Fanfiction* (Edited) What if Bill isn't the oldest Weasley? What if Ginny isn't the only girl Weasley? This is the story of the forgotten Weasley... May... May Weasley -They had arrived at the tent that they would be staying in because...
