Don't Say A Thing

Chapter 1: Going Home

After Eight years:

The Auror Headquarters had a special section, the Correspondences Section, where Aurors who were on long missions could collect all the post they had received during their absence. This arrangement was to maintain the secrecy of where the concerned Aurors were stationed, so that the enemies could not use their personal information to cause damage.

As Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter, the top-notch Aurors, returned from their highly exhausting mission of capturing this new trend of Dark Wizards, who had taken to using Muggle technology, along with magic, to cause trouble. So, it had been very difficult for them to collect both the magical and the non-magical evidence to trap them with and take them to trial.

After reporting to their Department Head, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and submitting their reports, evidence, and etc, Ron and Harry went to see if they had received any messages at the Correspondences section. Ron and Harry had both received invitations for a special function at The Burrow. In addition to that, Harry had some of his own messages. Wondering what the invitations might be about, Ron and Harry both sat at their cubicles going through their mail.

The invitation read:

Arthur and Molly Weasley are proud to invite you to the wedding of their only daughter

Ginevra Molly Weasley

"WHAT!" Ron screamed aloud.

"Ron, mate, are you happy or shocked or angry or...", Harry was alarmed by the sudden outburst.

"Of course I'm shocked, but, yeah, I'm happy...But, after all, it is little Ginny."

"You do know that if Ginny hears the last two words of that sentence, she'll kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, I realize that. But she is, after all the youngest, and if I say so, you can just imagine how Bill and Charlie must be feeling. Merlin, Ginny's wedding!"

Suddenly there was a 'pop' from the fireplace, and Shacklebolt's head appeared, saying, "Harry, I need to see you right now. It is something quite important."

"Oh, Okay. Ron, I'll see you in a while."

"Okay Harry"

Harry left, not realizing that the invitation was still in his hand. Meanwhile, Ron went back to reading his invitation, starting where he had left off.

Ginevra Molly Weasley

With

Mark Raymond

On 1st August 2006

You are cordially invited to attend.

Ron noticed that there was also a letter written on the back of the invitation. It was a message from Ginny.

Dear Ron,

I don't know when this letter is going to reach your eyes. I hope you receive it before my wedding. I know you must be very surprised to learn this. Mark is a very nice man. I'm sure you will like him when you get to know him.

See, that's why I have written this letter. I want you to come at least one month before the wedding, so that you will be able to rest a little, and meet everybody, especially Mum, before she plunges you along with her and the rest in the wedding frenzy. I, too, want to spend some time with you.

Bring Harry too. Mum's been asking for him as well. I am sure he too could use some relaxation.

One more thing, You Better Come Home Soon, or...you know the consequences of a Weasley temper.

Love, Ginny

P.S. I have been practicing my Bat-Bogey Hex.

Ron closed the letter and sat thinking about his home and his family. It had been so long since he had last seen them. Three years wasn't exactly a short time. The last time he and Harry had been home was right after they had completed their training as Aurors. His thoughts drifted to his Mum's cooking. Anything cooked by her was so delicious and-

"Hey Ron! Did you read the invitation?"

"Harry, why is it that whenever I think of food, something has to interrupt my train of thought," Ron said with mock irritation on his face. "Anyway, I did read it. I got a letter from Ginny too. She says that we have to go home one month before the wedding, so that we can relax and meet everybody before getting caught in the wedding wave."

"Oh! That's a good idea. But-"

"Yeah, but what about the work here. Will Shacklebolt allow us to go?"

"Nah, that's not a problem. I already asked him for permission, and he says we can go. We really deserve a vacation."

"Wicked! Thanks Harry, you're a real friend."

"Thanks Ron. But I can't come with you just now. I have some other work to do first."

"Ohhh! Does the work include someone with short black hair and dark eyes named Hillary?"

Harry felt a blush creeping up his face as he said, "Yeah, it does. It's been a long time since I met up with her, and with all the understanding she has shown, I think she deserves some undivided attention for once. After all, I can't take-"

"Undue advantage of the compromises made by her. I know, I know. I've heard it only a thousand times. Yeah, you go there. Tell her hello from me."

Hillary Crystal had been Harry's girlfriend for two years. She had helped Harry and Ron in many cases, as she worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department and they often required such information to track Dark Wizards. She was a very cheerful girl with a rather witty sense of humour. She also had a very level head on her shoulders, and knew very well how to manage with Harry's unexpected bouts of silence and temper.

"Sure. I promise I'll be there at least one day before the wedding."

"OK. Why don't you bring Hillary with you too? I'm sure she'd love to come."

"Really! That'd be great. I'll ask her and let you know what she says. I think we better leave now before they change their minds and send us on another mission."

"Yeah. Let's get out of here."

Before they had time to even get excited about getting a break, they were packed and ready to leave.

"See you soon, Harry."

"Yeah, See you. Have fun. Tell everyone hello, and give Ginny my congratulations."

Ron Apparated to the front of his home, right in the middle of the gnome-filled garden. He thought to himself, Gosh, I must have missed this house too much to even miss these gnomes here. Whoa, that is the limit of homesickness!

He barged into the house, and shouted, "ANYBODY HERE? I'M HOME!"