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A Marriage Made	By : potterfanxp123 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Tonks Views: 61812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A Marriage Made

Entering the office was easier than Harry thought it would be. It could have been the fact that Dumbledore had arrived as he did, but no... the statue had moved as he arrived and not when Dumbledore showed up. As he and his bride-to-be stepped onto the moving staircase, Harry sensed the man's trepidation.

"I assume you are here to discuss the article this morning in the Daily Prophet?"

Harry nodded precariously as Tonks smacks her forehead and says, "duh... wotcher!"

Dumbledore smiles. "All I can say was it is for the greater good. As your guardian, I have been... told of certain aspects of your accounts that have come dangerously close to misuse. In your first year, a sum of ten thousand galleons was taken and added to the Ministry vault for Minister Fudge's campaign. I had no choice but to sit back and watch as that money was coupled with Lucius Malfoy's bribery.

Then... in second year, the Riddle diary was written. Sirius had sent for a court scribe and asked him to write out his last will, which was done accordingly. In his will, he left you both many things, as you well know.

After this period of time, I thought Sirius was dead... but he escaped. After finding out his innocence, I... agreed to pass legislation that allowed for prisoners last wills to be read if written while they were in prison.

Then, he died. I am so sorry that happened, Harry, Nymphadora. His will was activated, as Jihad hoped, and the results were better than I had hoped. He had given his money to his favorite niece, and his godson.

I forgot, naturally, that Draco was a Blood Heir. He has invoked this writ, and is now in the process of usurping your claim to the Black family heirlooms.

Naturally, we have to fix this situation... so... this morning, I asked your mother Nymphadora, to accept Harry's hand in marriage by magical contract. She accepted after some persuading."

"WHAT! WHY! What the bloody hell did you do that for?" Harry asked.

"It is quite simple; the greater good could not be ignored. If Voldemort were to get his hands on this money, well quite simply this war is over."

All is quiet in the room as Harry slams the door on his way out. The only thing heard is a "always the effing hero."

"Nymphadora, i can assure this decision did not come lightly on either side."

Tonks was mad too, though having a better time at it than Harry. "Just drop it, Headmaster. I will be there to perform my part in the wedding, even consummate with Harry to save the family, but I do not want you to ever speak with either of us again."

As a lone tear rolls down his eye, the man nods and says, "As you wish."

Harry is standing at the base of the Gargoyle as she walks back down the stairs. "Well, what did he have to say now, Nymphadora?" he asks sarcastically.

"Nothing much, Harry-kins. Just that "the decision did not come lightly" and DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

Harry nods. "Sorry."

She smiles and says, "Well... I've got to make myself worthy of the Potter name; I guess... you know most women love their wedding day, why am I dreading mine?"

Lightening the mood, Harry says, "Because you've got a severely over-emotional, hormone driven teen as a groom?"

Stifling a laugh, Tonks shakes her head.

Walking back up the open stairs, Harry walks to the fireplace as the Headmaster stands. "Harry... I am sorry to intrude, but are you alright?"

"No, Headmaster, I'm not. Why me, why do you always do this to me? Do you have any idea what you've done? She's in danger, now. It's the reason I haven't asked her out before... you and your greater than thou shite.

Well... if we're going to do this, I guess it had better be done right."

The man smiles at the words spoken, not knowing wild ears had heard everything.

As Harry yells out the name of "Gladrags", a wizard-wear shop in Diagon Alley, green flame travels around his body. The grate suddenly ends, and he's stuck inside as a voice says, "Name, purpose."

Harry gulps, not knowing what to do. "Harry Potter... wedding attire?"

The grate opens to reveal the shop in its entirety.

"Ah, so you've come to Gladrags, Mr. Potter? Very well, I am Norman Gladrag, the owner of this establishment. How may I help you today?"

Harry gulps. "Um... well you see... I'm supposed to get married in a while and I have no formal attire for the... wedding."

He smiles.

"It's not funny, I'm not even sure if she does, but I don't know of another store round here that I can go to!"

"It's alright, son. I'll just get Hilda on the fire and she'll floo over to get your bride situated.

Harry sighs. "Well... um then I guess the entire package then, Mr. Gladrag?"

He nods and goes into the back office, coming back with Madam Malkin. She floos to the office of the Headmaster.

"Alright... the purchase of wizard-wear formal attire is to impress. Impress the bride, impress the audience, and impress the voters. Whatever the situation, Gladrags has a suit for you. Since it's a wizarding wedding, you will have to get Dress Robes. I would recommend a formal black, with white undershirt, a tail, black matching pants, a tie collar, and the shoes. Also, I've called the local jeweler here to get the rings.

Each ring you'll see has a matching pair at the store as its bad luck to see the ring your bride will wear. Also, though in the muggle world an engagement ring is needed, there is no such system in this world, unless you're muggle-born or a half-blood and want to."

Harry nods as three people enter the store. He looks to Mr. Gladrag, who says, "this is Mr. Gary Scot, the barber. To his right is Mr. Jonas Diamond, the jeweler. And last, the town caterer, Mr. James Cooke.

"Since you requested the works, I've brought people in to do as such. Also, I've arranged for a portkey to Hogwarts as to protect your investments.

Now, to start, I need to get your size, height, stature, ring size, crotch size, and other sizes that will let the robes conform to your body in the correct fashion."

Harry nods as the barber says, "Mr. Potter, about this hair, it's not easily fixed is it?"

Harry shakes his head. "No sir, growing up my hair grew back before I got home after cuts."

The man laughed and cut his hair, putting a pressing charm on the top layer to preserve the cut.

After the Jewelry was paid for, he had picked a Gryffindor female ring and a diamond ring... being a half-blood after all, he couldn't break with tradition, Harry turned to Mr. Gladrag, who was talking to Mr. Cooke.

The older man smiled at the order and left.

Finally, Mr. Gladrag entered the room with the suit. It was wonderful, in Harry's opinion. The lining was a solid, base white with a red stem rose color line running down the middle. The robe itself was solid, tuxedo black and fit perfectly. On his right hand, a wrist watch sat perfectly on his wrist, and the pants were fit to form.

Overall, Harry felt relieved that it could be done on such short notice.

"Mr. Potter, as Madam Malkin came through, she slipped me a note, saying that she was giving your gushing bride-to-be the works as I did you. I charge three hundred galleons for this service, and Madam Malkin bases at that much, would you like to pay now or charge?"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a few galleons. He sighed, "I guess I'll have to charge it to my account, please."

The man nodded. "Of course, no problem sire. I'll tell Madam Malkin the same, shall I?"

Harry nodded his approval and was sent on his way.

As he arrived, Harry stood in awe at the size of the Great Hall. Walking inside, Harry was surprised to see that the audience could fit inside. Reporters at the very back of the room were scudding up to him, trying to get a statement. Other, more noticeable people such as the Minister for Magic took his hand and smiled for a picture while Harry made a face.

Finally, after shaking hands and moving feet, Harry made it to the front. Behind him, Ron and Remus stood together dressed in the same color as he, at Dumbledore's request.

Across from them, a female of standard height, and long, wavy, blond hair, stood glaring at him. Nest to her, a person that could be considered her sister was too glaring at Harry. Finally, the bride.

As the traditional wedding music played, Harry could almost feel the anticipation that filled the room. She looked beautiful; Harry had to admit to himself. She was wearing a long, elegant, white dress with a long, trailing veil. She had her face covered in light, swift strokes of make-up and her hair was done up in a bun. She smiled at him nervously as the reporters stood to take pictures.

Finally, Dumbledore got in front of the crowd, and incidentally in between the soon-to-be couple. He smiled, his robes riding his figure. They were blue, with white stars and moons that fitted with his pointed top hat perfectly.

He smiled at the crowd and said, "Welcome everyone, to this joyous and happy day. When I first met both of these students walking the halls of Hogwarts not even four years ago now, I was very surprised that Harry didn't immediately take notice of one of Hogwarts finest. When she graduated during his second year, Nymphadora was third in her class, a Ravenclaw with an MIQ of seventeen hundred and sixty.

She graduated with honors and went on to Auror Academia, where she trained, not knowing her life, and all things that she held dear were leading up to this.

And again, when I met him, I did have my doubts. I mean, the Sorting Hat did almost put him in Slytherin. But, Harry Potter did prove to be one of the greatest assets the side of light could afford. He is smart, cunning, but not all that bright when it comes to some things.

This marriage, one by arrangement of the highest caliber, was planned out by me and Mrs. Andromeda Black Tonks, her hand taken at one hundred million galleons.

So, it is my esteemed honor to marry you, Nymphadora Tonks, to Harry Potter.

Before I begin, I must make the expected plea of ignorance. If there is any reason these two should not wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

All was silent for a moment before the man smiled.

"Good, I believe that is in order. Now, let me begin the ceremony with a traditional hand fasting ceremony."
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