Dream 002||Vision of desire
Effects: Happiness (okay, closer to ecstatic) and nerves.
[There's a lot of rustling of fabric - dress robes in this case - and Ron's voice, complaining. Always complaining. And laughter too, Harry's and the git sounds far too smug for a best friend who should be helping, not in a heap next to the twins who are listing all the ways this could go wrong. All of them look a couple of years older, into their twenties, but some things will never change.
"He might say the wrong name," Fred.
"Or throw up on her," George.
"Trip over his robes," Harry and Ron turns from where Bill's trying to get him to hold still to adjust something, the main married man who should be helping to restore order but surprise, surprise, his shoulders are shaking too.
"Oi, you," he points at Harry and someone takes the chance to sort out his cufflinks, "are meant to be here for moral support!" Harry does sober, perhaps grasping the gravity of this situation finally but he's sitting with the twins and Harry's always had a cheeky streak, something Ron can share but not today.
Harry's straight face remains for a beat but starts to slip as he opens his mouth, "are you going to mention the light thing in your vows?" And then everyone is laughing apart from Percy and Arthur Weasley who are at the door, tapping watches, Arthur looking proud and Percy looking like Percy always does. Awkward.
"Ready to go?" Arthur asks, taking Bill's place, hands squeezing Ron's shoulder and Ron surveys his reflection critically as Charlie finally appears to manhandle the twins out and into the venue and Ron nods, smiles and Arthur nods and smiles back. "Better go check on your mother, she's very..." Arthur sniffs and Ron glances over to Harry in horror because he doesn't know what to do when his dad starts looking ready to cry. Harry just shrugs back expansively but at least he's stuck here too, in his best man role. "Well, not every day her youngest son gets married is it?"
"Y-yeah," Ron mumbles and it's really hitting him, what's going on.
"You'll be fine," he says with another pat and heads out and Harry stands next to Ron and they grin, the same grin they shared when they first shared a carriage on their way to Hogwarts for the first time. Harry brushes invisible dust off his own robes and fixes the silly little flowers they're all wearing (Ron really doesn't get why but since when has his opinion on wedding things mattered?) and gives Ron a nudge.
"Your public are waiting," he comments and Ron shoots the mirror a terrified look, ignores the wheezy remark about how he should get himself checked in case he has spattergroit.
"If you start singing that song..." Ron warns and they both laugh, bordering on hysterical giggles and look at the flap of the tent. "Right then."
"We're not moving."
"Fine."
The tent flap opens to a sea of faces, people they went to school with, Order members, family and Ron takes his place, winks at Tonks who makes Teddy wave a tiny fist as Sirius starts messing up the child's hand only to have that hand swatted by Remus. He smiles at his mum who could possibly drown them all with her tears, sitting next to Hermione's mum, also crying and Fleur, bouncing little Victoire, also teary.
"Women," Ron mutters in an undertone but then the music changes and his head whips round fast enough that it's a miracle he doesn't break it. The grin on his face is the one of the most ridiculous and besotted expressions ever to grace Ron Weasley and that's including the mishap with that love potion, but he doesn't care. Hermione glances up and smiles back and he's sure Ginny gives the slightest of eyerolls.
"Right then," he mumbles to himself, "Let's do this."]
[The memory ends and Ron looks up from where his face is mashed into a pillow and it dawns on him what people will have seen.]
Oh bloody hell.
[Mashing that off button like a boss.]
[There's a lot of rustling of fabric - dress robes in this case - and Ron's voice, complaining. Always complaining. And laughter too, Harry's and the git sounds far too smug for a best friend who should be helping, not in a heap next to the twins who are listing all the ways this could go wrong. All of them look a couple of years older, into their twenties, but some things will never change.
"He might say the wrong name," Fred.
"Or throw up on her," George.
"Trip over his robes," Harry and Ron turns from where Bill's trying to get him to hold still to adjust something, the main married man who should be helping to restore order but surprise, surprise, his shoulders are shaking too.
"Oi, you," he points at Harry and someone takes the chance to sort out his cufflinks, "are meant to be here for moral support!" Harry does sober, perhaps grasping the gravity of this situation finally but he's sitting with the twins and Harry's always had a cheeky streak, something Ron can share but not today.
Harry's straight face remains for a beat but starts to slip as he opens his mouth, "are you going to mention the light thing in your vows?" And then everyone is laughing apart from Percy and Arthur Weasley who are at the door, tapping watches, Arthur looking proud and Percy looking like Percy always does. Awkward.
"Ready to go?" Arthur asks, taking Bill's place, hands squeezing Ron's shoulder and Ron surveys his reflection critically as Charlie finally appears to manhandle the twins out and into the venue and Ron nods, smiles and Arthur nods and smiles back. "Better go check on your mother, she's very..." Arthur sniffs and Ron glances over to Harry in horror because he doesn't know what to do when his dad starts looking ready to cry. Harry just shrugs back expansively but at least he's stuck here too, in his best man role. "Well, not every day her youngest son gets married is it?"
"Y-yeah," Ron mumbles and it's really hitting him, what's going on.
"You'll be fine," he says with another pat and heads out and Harry stands next to Ron and they grin, the same grin they shared when they first shared a carriage on their way to Hogwarts for the first time. Harry brushes invisible dust off his own robes and fixes the silly little flowers they're all wearing (Ron really doesn't get why but since when has his opinion on wedding things mattered?) and gives Ron a nudge.
"Your public are waiting," he comments and Ron shoots the mirror a terrified look, ignores the wheezy remark about how he should get himself checked in case he has spattergroit.
"If you start singing that song..." Ron warns and they both laugh, bordering on hysterical giggles and look at the flap of the tent. "Right then."
"We're not moving."
"Fine."
The tent flap opens to a sea of faces, people they went to school with, Order members, family and Ron takes his place, winks at Tonks who makes Teddy wave a tiny fist as Sirius starts messing up the child's hand only to have that hand swatted by Remus. He smiles at his mum who could possibly drown them all with her tears, sitting next to Hermione's mum, also crying and Fleur, bouncing little Victoire, also teary.
"Women," Ron mutters in an undertone but then the music changes and his head whips round fast enough that it's a miracle he doesn't break it. The grin on his face is the one of the most ridiculous and besotted expressions ever to grace Ron Weasley and that's including the mishap with that love potion, but he doesn't care. Hermione glances up and smiles back and he's sure Ginny gives the slightest of eyerolls.
"Right then," he mumbles to himself, "Let's do this."]
[The memory ends and Ron looks up from where his face is mashed into a pillow and it dawns on him what people will have seen.]
Oh bloody hell.
[Mashing that off button like a boss.]