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HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

This wasn't right.

It was the furthest thing from being right.

I sighed loudly, fiddling with the golden snitch in my hand, and earning me two worried looks from both Hermione and Ron.

"I can't do this." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, though I didn't really regret it.

It was true; I couldn't do this.

As soon as the Minister of Magic mentioned her name in Dumbledore's will, it was as bad as it was the first day she was gone again.

I couldn't stop thinking about getting her away from them; from Voldemort.

"How can we be celebrating a bloody wedding when she's rotting in some dungeon surrounded by death eaters?"

I was standing up at this point, pacing back and forth in front of the couch, my best friends were sat on. "It's not right," I stressed.

Hermione gave me an apologetic smile as she got up; not that that made anything better.

"You've managed a whole month now, Harry," Hermione began, her voice calm as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "I can only imagine how hard this must be," She sighed. "But it's only one more night. You'll turn 17 tomorrow, and we'll go looking for her immediately. And we'll find the Horcruxes afterwards."

While her words reassured me, they didn't get rid of the constant guilt nagging me.

If only I wouldn't have run after them that night.

If only I would've done something when I still had the chance.

"We're just as worried about her as you are, mate," Ron muttered, giving me a small smile that I assumed was supposed to be reassuring.

"No offence, Ron," I sighed, shaking my head. "But I don't think you are. I don't think anyone-" I interrupted myself when both of their eyes fell on something behind me, making me furrow my brows.

"Think I found someone," Hermione spoke lowly, nodding behind me before I turned around to look out of the window.

My eyes immediately made out Luna and a man, probably her father, approaching the burrow, before inevitably falling on Wren Inkwood. The usually sharp-witted, confident girl looking like nothing more than a shell of herself as she walked a little behind her girlfriend; the two still holding hands.

The three of us were quick to meet them halfway, greeting them still outside.

"Xenophilius Lovegood," The man introduced himself politely, his voice soft as he looked around the place with interest.

"Nice to meet you, sir," I smiled politely, grabbing the hand he extended and shaking it before he suddenly pulled me closer, my head mere inches from his chest and my eyes inevitably latching onto the necklace dangling around his neck.

"I trust you know, Mr Potter, that we, at the Quibbler, unlike those toadies at the Daily Prophet, fully supported Dumbledore in his lifetime, and in his death, support you, just as fully," He hushed quickly, and lowly.

"Thank you."

"Ah, anyway," He retreated, his serious attitude all forgotten about. "We thought you wouldn't mind a few extra helping hands," He smiled, waving his hands in the air as the words left his mouth.

"Oh, you shouldn't have!" I recognised Fleur's voice coming from behind us, her accent not covering the clear relief in her voice as she heard the words 'helping hands'. "Come in, come in. Would you like some tea?" She went on, her arm wrapping around the man to lead him inside with a warm smile on her face.

Their rather sudden disappearance left us standing there awkwardly for a minute, not quite sure how to proceed.

"Have you heard from her?" I broke the rather uncomfortable silence quickly. Though I knew their answer already, there was still a hint of hope in my voice that surprised me.

"No," Luna spoke softly, squeezing Wren's hand a little bit tighter at the words.

"Let's not pretend like we will," Wren suddenly murmured, a scowl on her face. "It's either we find her, or we wait until we hear she's dead."

Her words had Hermione shift uncomfortably in her spot, while Luna just gave me an apologetic smile as she continued to caress her hand.

Wren sighed. "I'm sorry." She shook her head furiously, trying to snap herself out of her attitude.

"No," I quickly interrupted, her eyes meeting mine for the first time. I recognised the way they looked. Dull, like all colour once in them faded with time. Dark under eyes surrounding them, letting me know she slept as little, and badly as I was. "You're right," I agreed, nodding slowly as we began walking back into the house.

We all silently agreed that building, decorating, and helping setting everything up for the wedding would be the best distraction for the following hours.

And while I was hurrying back and forth between Fleur and Bill, doing this and that, I did forget. Just for a while

Until I realised I forgot when I was standing in front of the large tent, music and laughter filling my ears; reminding me all over again of how wrong this felt.

She should've been here with us tonight. Merlin, I'd let her bring Malfoy if it meant she'd be here.

With another loud sigh drowned out by the louder music, I forced a smile on my lips and entered.

People were clapping, laughing, smiling, dancing. Even Ron and Hermione were. Luna was.

There was only one person I knew that was not.

"Hey," I said, a faint smile on my lips as I sat down next to the girl.

"Potter," She greeted, her heavy eyelids batting open to look up at me. "You can take that off," She huffed, amusement lingering in her voice as she pointed towards her mouth.

She was talking about the fake smile I'd been forcing ever since I walked in here, of course.

"Sorry, habit," I mumbled, regretting how awkwardly the words left my mouth. She simply nodded.

"You know, you should stop trying," She began. "People pity you a lot less if you're rude. And they'll pity you more with a facade as bad as yours." A singular humourless laugh left her mouth at her thoughts. "You're almost as bad of a liar as Y/n is." She tipped the rest of her drink down her throat, her glass immediately filling with more alcohol.

I simply nodded, a noise of agreement leaving my mouth before an awkward silence laid over us. Now what?

"So, do you drink often?" I asked, immediately cringing at the way my words would be interpreted. "I mean, not that there'd be anything wrong with that. I'm not saying-" She cut my helpless rambling off by raising her hand, her eyes rolling in sheer amusement as I made a fool of myself.

"Merlin, relax," She huffed. "No. I'm not an alcoholic yet," She laughed dryly. "Last time I drank was a month or two ago. With Y/n, actually. Well, before her and Malfoy-" She cut herself off, eyes widening just the slightest as they darted over to me. "You know what, it's not important," She shrugged it off, though, for the first time tonight I saw a faint smile lingering on her face.

My brows furrowed in confusion as well as curiosity at what she was about to say. But I didn't feel like I knew her well enough to ask about it. Instead, an entirely different question left my mouth.

"Do you think he's good for her?" I was lazily watching the few couples occupying the dance floor, not bothering to look at Wren anymore; seeing as she wasn't, either.

"Who? Draco?" She scoffed, taking a moment to think afterwards. "Yeah, unfortunately." Her voice was definite. As if there wasn't even a question about it. "Though, right now I'm about ready to kick his ass for just letting them take her." She turned to look at me only for a second or two. "You too, by the way."

I sighed at her words, though didn't disagree with her. I felt the same way about my own and his involvement. But, to my surprise, she kept talking.

"It's just, you know-" She began, shaking her head furiously at her own thought. "If my parents were involved in this whole mess, I wouldn't just stand there and let them do it," She complained, noticeably growing irritated.

"Yeah," I agreed, not quite sure what else to say to that. "Why aren't they here with you? I heard Mister Weasley asking about your father earlier. Apparently, they cross paths at the Ministry sometimes?"

She scoffed at my question, shrugging afterwards. "Don't know. Mum's been extremely busy recently, god knows with what," She huffed. "And my dad hasn't been feeling well, don't know why, either." Another dry laugh escaped her mouth at her words. "Thinking of it, I don't know much of anything these days."

"Well, I don't even know where my sister is. Or how I'm gonna find her. So, we're kind of in the same boat here," I mumbled, secretly wishing I didn't have to wait until tomorrow morning to try and change those facts.

But I promised Hermione. And I guess she was right when she said I needed a good nights sleep before going to find her.

"Ah, your birthday tomorrow, isn't it?" She wondered out loud, shaking her head slightly. "Almost forgot."

"No, you haven't," Luna chimed in as she approached the two of us with a small smile on her lips. "It's okay to admit it's all you've been thinking about. You miss her." She tilted her head at her girlfriend, almost a worried look on her face as she casually sat on her lap.

Wren immediately pulled the girl closer, smiling at her slightly with something close to admiration in her eyes. "Though, I'm still sure we'll see her sooner than anyone thinks," Luna shrugged, taking Wren's glass out of her hand and taking a sip of the drink herself.

A slight smile found itself on my lips as I looked at the two, and Luna's optimism fuelled one in myself.

Maybe she was right.

God, I hope she was right.

A/N: Pls pretend the wedding is a day before the Potter's birthday here hehe sorry for the inconsistency, but I somehow messed the two dates up and didn't want to change the whole storyline upon realising.

What do you think Dumbledore left Y/n????

How are we feeling about Harry's pov????

ALSO, I LOVE HOW AWKWARD HARRY IS AND THEN PAIRING IT WITH WRENS PERSONALITY AAAAAH

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