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Then
the
crowd
fell
silent
as
music
swelled
from
what
seemed
to
be
the
golden
balloons
.
"
Ooooh
!
"
said
Hermione
,
swiveling
around
in
her
seat
to
look
at
the
entrance
.
A
great
collective
sigh
issued
from
the
assembled
witches
and
wizards
as
Monsieur
Delacour
and
Fleur
came
walking
up
the
aisle
,
Fleur
gliding
,
Monsieur
Delacour
bouncing
and
beaming
.
Fleur
was
wearing
a
very
simple
white
dress
and
seemed
to
be
emitting
a
strong
,
silvery
glow
.
While
her
radiance
usually
dimmed
everyone
else
by
comparison
,
today
it
beautified
everybody
it
fell
upon
.
Ginny
and
Gabrielle
,
both
wearing
golden
dresses
,
looked
even
prettier
than
usual
,
and
once
Fleur
had
reached
him
,
Bill
did
not
look
as
though
he
had
ever
met
Fenrir
Greyback
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
said
a
slightly
singsong
voice
,
and
with
a
slight
shock
,
Harry
saw
the
same
small
,
tufty-haired
wizard
who
had
presided
at
Dumbledore
's
funeral
,
now
standing
in
front
of
Bill
and
Fleur
.
"
We
are
gathered
here
today
to
celebrate
the
union
of
two
faithful
souls
...
"
"
Yes
,
my
tiara
sets
off
the
whole
thing
nicely
,
"
said
Auntie
Muriel
in
a
rather
carrying
whisper
.
"
But
I
must
say
,
Ginevra
's
dress
is
far
too
low
cut
.
"
Ginny
glanced
around
,
grinning
,
winked
at
Harry
,
then
quickly
faced
the
front
again
.
Harry
's
mind
wandered
a
long
way
from
the
marquee
,
back
to
afternoons
spent
alone
with
Ginny
in
lonely
parts
of
the
school
grounds
.
They
seemed
so
long
ago
;
they
had
always
seemed
too
good
to
be
true
,
as
though
he
had
been
stealing
shining
hours
from
a
normal
person
's
life
,
a
person
without
a
lightning-shaped
scar
on
his
forehead
...
"
Do
you
,
William
Arthur
,
take
Fleur
Isabelle
...
?
"
In
the
front
row
,
Mrs.
Weasley
and
Madame
Delacour
were
both
sobbing
quietly
into
scraps
of
lace
.
Trumpetlike
sounds
from
the
back
of
the
marquee
told
everyone
that
Hagrid
had
taken
out
one
of
his
own
tablecloth-sized
handkerchiefs
.
Hermione
turned
and
beamed
at
Harry
;
her
eyes
too
were
full
of
tears
.
"
...
then
I
declare
you
bonded
for
life
.
"
