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Triangle Disease
Part
I
Signs
and Symbols
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to the Berne Convention Implementation
Act of 1988 and the Digital Millennium Copywrite Act of 1998, this work is copywrited 2007 with all rights expressly reserved by its
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry
Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to
whom I am deeply indebted.
CONTENT Disclaimer: This story may contain
sexually graphic and explicit material and it is not suitable for minors. If
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A/N: Editor: I can be reached at the_scribbler@shadowgard.com
Scribbler’s note: I’ve re-written this chapter by adding
names, changing the order of evens somewhat, and by adding in details about the
rings themselves. This was a particularly painful chapter to write because of
things that have happened in my life the last two years. If
it’s not already obvious, I am a very strong believer in marriage and in the
joy that it can bring two people and that’s carried over (I hope) into these
next two chapters. I invite you
to write to me directly if you have thoughts about the story.
The three men walked into a jewelry shop that was located next
to Flourish and Blotts. The shop
wasn’t large, but it was deep. Harry could see glass panels with jewelry
everywhere.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” an elderly lady asked politely. “My
name is Niona Facet.”
“Uhm … yes … Niona, we are looking for
marriage rings,” Harry asked.
She looked to Mr. Weasley, then to Mr. Granger. “Gentlemen?”
“Well, uhm, they’re for him” Mr.
Weasley pointed to Harry.
Mrs. Facet frowned a little. “Well, please take a look at the
glass cases here and tell me which ones you are interested in. And of course
this depends on your budget.”
Harry bent towards Her. “Niona, please,
money is not an issue. If one of my companions asks for the price, please don’t
tell them. The costs are not important.”
“As you please, Mr. …?”
“I’m sorry, my name is Harry Potter, this is Mr. Weasley and
this is Mr. Granger. “
She swiftly glanced at his scar, but that was the only thing she
recognized of him.
“Please come with me,”
she said.
She walked bristly to a series of glass cases. “These are
engagement rings,” she said, pointing to the left case. “And these are weddings
bands,” pointing to the right case. “All of these rings can adapt to the size
of the finger.”
Mr. Weasley, Mr. Granger and Harry were examining the rings
intently.
“When is the engagement taking place, Mr. Potter?”
“The engagements were this afternoon.” Harry replied
absentmindedly.
“This afternoon … and … what about the engagement ring?” Mrs.
Facet asked, confused.
“Had none, because there was no time.”
“No engagement ring?” Niona replied, shocked. “But there is no
engagement without the proper ring. Why don’t you look for the engagement ring
first, and come for the marriage ring later?”
“I don’t have time, because we are going to marry within two
hours.”
Her’ eyes went wide. “Are you the type that marries immediately
without a normal engagement time, like those muggles do all the time?” she
asked scandalized.
“It gets even better,” Mr. Granger interrupted. “He’s marrying
two girls at the same time.”
“TWO!” Mrs. Facet shrieked.
“And he never even had the time for the talk about the birds and
bees,” Mr. Weasley whispered with a big grin.
“Never …” stuttered Mrs. Facet. “The poor
boy.”
“That’s right,” Mr. Granger’s smile grew “…and when we tried to
explain it to him, he fainted.”
A devilish smile appeared on Harry’s face. “And these two fine
gentlemen will be my fathers-in-law.”
She looked to the two fathers appalled. “Oh … how could you”,
Mrs. Facet said, outraged. “The poor girls!”
“Look out Harry, otherwise she might kick us out,” Mr. Weasley
whispered in his ear. “You won’t have any rings then, and this shop is the only
one.”
Harry looked to the glass case. “Can you show me this ring,
Niona?” He pointed to an interwoven thin band ring with a set of diamonds.
“At least you have good taste, Mr. Potter,” She said while
taking the ring out of the case.
“This ring is called the ‘Oval Splendor’, as you can see, there
are large ovals interwoven by a thin band of pave set diamonds – symbolizing
the way joy weaves through life, with the ups and downs,” Mrs. Facet said.
“This diamond ring can be a stand-alone or a lovely compliment
to a diamond engagement setting.”
“I need only one, Niona. I need an engagement ring to match this.” Harry took from his pocket the
blue box that he had gotten at Gringott’s and opened it.
Mrs. Facet blanched. She
didn’t have to look at it for more than a moment. “I’ve not seen that ring in a
long time, Harry. It is one of the finest we ever did. Your mother would be
very proud of you. She was beautiful and very special. I think she loved you
very much.”
Mr. Granger pointed to a ring, almost
in the form of a small crown. “Can you show us this ring, Madame? I think that
my girl would love this one.”
Harry walked over to him and touched
him. That broke Mr. Granger out of his reverie. “Yes, Harry?”
“Mr. Granger, I have your daughter’s
engagement ring right here.” He held up the blue box to show him Lily’s ring in
the light. “This was my mother’s and I’m giving it to Hermione. She will
appreciate it most, I think. All I need is a wedding band to match it.”
It didn’t take very long to settle on
just the perfect wedding band to compliment Lily’s ring. Soon, the mated rings – one
new and one old – sat snuggly in the blue velvet box. Mr. Granger
slipped the boxed set into his pocket and the two joined Mr. Weasley.
Arthur Weasley was on the other side of
the store, looking at another beautiful ring. Mrs. Robins saw the look in his
eye and walked over to him. When she caught his eye and saw where he was
looking, she reached for her wand and tapped the lock on the case. It slid open
quietly. In Mr. Weasleys’ eye, you could
see the anticipation of being able to pick out just the right ring for his only
daughter.
“This ring is called ‘the Princess’. This unique diamond wedding
band with its distinctive stepped setting is very beautiful. The diamonds have
a total weight of 3.60cts. This ring is 22kt gold. This ring can also be a
stand-alone or a lovely compliment to a diamond engagement setting.”
Mr. Weasley looked at the clock. “We’ll take it,” he said. “We
only have one hour left.”
“So what?” Harry asked. “We have enough time!”
“No, you need to have dress robes as well.”
As Arthur, Matt, and Harry planned their next move, Mrs. Facet
completed the sale and quiet presented the bill to Harry. “That is a total of
16,500 galleons, plus tax., Mr. Potter. Would you care
for a bank transfer?” Mrs. Facet whispered.
Harry arranged a back-transfer check
for the shop itself to transfer the money, received four boxes with the rings,
put them into his robe pockets and left the shop in haste. “Thank Merlin I only
marry once,” he murmured under his breath.
“And two in one go,” Mr. Granger murmured behind his back.
The three went to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions to buy
dress robes. Harry entered and Madam Malkin herself welcomed them into the
shop.
“Madam Malkin, we need dress robes for all of us, please.” Harry
asked anxiously.
“And what is the occasion, Mr. Potter?”
“A wedding.”
Madam Malkin looked to the two fathers. “Which one of you is the
groom?”
Both men smiled and pointed to Harry. “He is the groom.”
Madam Malkin’s eyes went wide. “Mr. Potter, congratulations …
please come with me, I might have something special for you. Greta, please help
these fine gentlemen with their dress robes- for a wedding.”
After fifty minutes, the three men exited the shop. Harry was
having trouble with his neck, the suit they’d gotten
instead was killing him. “I am a wizard, for Merlin’s sake. Why did I let you
both talk myself into such torture?”
Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic. “But Harry, this is amazing,
because it is a muggle contraption and it has such interesting buttons. What is
a zipper?”
Mr. Granger grimaced. “It is a replacement for buttons, Arthur.”
“And how does it work, Matt?”
“Never mind that, Arthur.”
They hurried to the entrance of Gringotts to wait for the girls.
After ten minutes of torturous waiting, the girls showed up with large bags and
happy expressions on their faces. “Oh my, you three look so good.” Mrs. Granger
said enthusiastically.
Mrs. Weasley looked less sure, but said nothing. Harry was busy
pulling on his tie.
Ginny came up to him and helped him. After she was finished, she
stood on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips. Harry instantly became
quiet and felt much better.
“I think it’s time to go to the ministry,” Mr. Weasley said.
They entered Gringotts and flooed to the ministry.
After the short floo trip, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were looking very
green.
Madame Bones was already waiting for
them. Next to her was a fat woman with a very unpleasant face. Oh no, another
Dolores Umbridge, Harry thought.
“Hi Harry, this is Mrs. Brogan. This kind woman can tell you all
about marriage and such,” Madame Bones said with a smile. Mrs. Brogan was
grimacing.
“Oh that’s alright, Madame Bones. I already know enough, thanks
to my fathers-in-law.” He looked threateningly to the two, who hesitantly
confirmed what he’d said, eyeing Mrs. Brogan warily.
“In that case, everything is much simpler,” Madame Bones said. “Let’s go to my office and get this over with,
shall we?”
Everyone followed Madame Bones. Once they were at the door,
Madame Bones stopped and turned to the men of the company.
“Well gentlemen, here we must split. The women will go first to
prepare themselves, while you wait in the waiting room. We will see you soon.”
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