Flash Forward.

Harry nodded back and replied, "You, as are the Grangers. Riddle sees me as Enemy Number One. My relationship with Daphne and Hermione is now well known. He'll use you to get to me, if he can."

"Well," breathed Matthias. "As frightening as that is, you three haven't even been shown your rooms yet. And... that leads to why we brought you into here to talk, first."

"Mmm?" asked Daphne.

That seemed to cause the atmosphere to become quite uncomfortable; especially for the adults.

"We're going to need to know whether to put you in three, separate, rooms; or... one room," said Deece.

"One," Daphne promptly replied. "But, we're not doing... that... Hermione hurriedly added.

"Then, why one?" asked Cele.

yet,"

"We've discovered that skin to skin contact for sustained periods strengthens the bond," replied Hermione. "And that sleeping together is the best time to accomplish that."

"You... haven't?..." asked Cele.

"No, Mum," replied Hermione a little irritated by the question. "Your daughter is still a virgin."

Ant let out a quiet sigh, where he was still standing looking out the window.

"However, there's going to come a time in the not too distant future where that statement will no longer be true," she continued. "Do you really want to know when it happens?"

"No," Ant hurriedly replied.

"Then you're going to need to stop asking because we won't lie to you," a frustrated Hermione firmly stated.

"You're not placing the bond at risk by taking things so slow, are you?" a worried Deece asked.

"According to Madam Pomfrey, yes," replied Harry. "But, according to our friend, Luna... who can physically see the auras given off by the bonds... no."

"It's a matter of balance," said Daphne. "At the moment, we're maintaining the bonds at a certain level. But, we're going to have to... do something about that soon."

Nodding, Harry said, "While we'd really rather prefer to hold things as they are until we're all at least sixteen years of age, that's not going to be possible. The bond is now strong enough where magic, itself, is urging us to finalise it.

"That being said... Matthias... Anthony... while we're all here... I formally ask for your daughters' hands in marriage."

That startled all four adults before the two mothers squealed almost simultaneously in excitement. Both men looked shocked as Anthony suddenly spun about and both men stared at Harry.

Matthias blinked a bit before he finally said, with a very expectant look from Deece, "Yes, Harry. You may have Daphne's hand in marriage."

"Thank you, Sir," Harry quietly replied as Daphne practically levitated herself into his lap and almost snogged him on the spot.

All eyes then turned to Anthony.

Hermione stared at him as if daring him to say no; with violent repercussions if he did. The same look was coming from Celeste.

Knowing all eyes were now upon him, Ant quietly sighed again and said, almost as if it pained him to do so, "Yes, Harry. You may have my daughter's hand in marriage."

With a squeal of 'Yes!' Hermione leapt up and jumped into her father's arms. "Thank you, Daddy!" she gushed, hugging him tight.

When Hermione released him and came back to switch places with Daphne for her own turn and kissing Harry, Ant quietly said, "I don't believe I've just given permission for my fifteen year old daughter to marry."

"We won't be able to hold a muggle wedding for Hermione until I turn sixteen, of course. And then it'll be in Scotland," said Harry. "But, we can hold a wizarding wedding this summer, if you like."

"Won't that make the muggle wedding... pointless?" asked Cele.

"For us, yes," replied Harry. "However, I don't know how we can invite family and friends of yours to a magical wedding. At least, with a muggle wedding in eighteen months, you'll be able to have family and friends at that one. That way, your family and friends won't think Hermione and I are living in sin." "You leave that up to us, baby," said a recognised voice coming from near the doors.

All eyes suddenly spun to the voice, where the three guardian angels stood smiling. The voice had come from Della.

The first to speak, Harry said, "Hello."

"Hello, babies," replied Della smiling, as were the other two.

"Change of plans?" asked Harry.

"In a way," she replied before looking at the group as a whole. "We have an answer for your dilemma."

Roma stepped forward and said, "You can invite the family and friends of the Grangers to your magical wedding. They will, of course, see magic. However, it will simply slip through their consciousness. To them, it will seem to be a completely normal wedding. And they'll come away from it with memories of a beautiful, non-magical, wedding ceremony. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary for them."

Stunned, Harry, the Grangers and Greengrasses sat there, looking back in surprised shock.

"You can do that?" asked Cele. Giving herself a bit of a mental shake, she said, "Of course you can do that. You're angels."

"So, I take it... the boss... approves?" asked Ant.

"Oh; yes, baby!" grinned Della.

"Th... that's marvellous!" exclaimed Deece. "Does... do you have a time frame for this?"

"August," replied John. "Upstairs would prefer our three young friends here were all fifteen, at least."

"We'll need a venue, a celebrant, a florist, a baker..." started Cele, excited to begin planning.

Della held up her hand and said, "Whoa, baby."

When Cele settled down again, Roma said, "You have plenty of time for that. There are aspects of a wedding that are different for magicals from non-magicals; and aspects of a magical wedding that will not be required because of the soul bonds.

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