Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

They spent the next hour finalizing the guest list, taking off distant cousins and adding their parents'
school friends.
They moved on to colors next. "Scarlet and Gold," said Ron right off the bat.
Hermione nodded, "Yeah, that was my thinking also."
"Well that was easier than I thought," said Mrs. Granger
"They're the colors of Gryffindor house," explained Hermione.
"Oh," said her mother, "well since we got that done so fast why don't we move on to catering?"
Ron and Hermione exchanged a reluctant look. "Um…My mum does a lot of cooking, she'll insist on
making dinner the night before for the family."
"Well that's fine I guess," Said Mrs. Granger, a sad look coming to her face, "but what about the
reception afterwards, there is no way I'm letting your mother make the food for that. It's not that I don't
like your mother's cooking," she was quick to add, "it's that I know how stressful a wedding can be, and
having her cook I'm sure would overtax her."
Ron smiled, "Oh, I'm sure she could do it if she had to, she does some pretty amazing things with
food." He gave another soft smile, "but I'm sure she'll appreciate not having to cook for that many
people."
"Good…" Mrs. Granger hesitated as she looked at her list, "Um, I have to say, I don't know that much
about wizard weddings, so…do wizards have catering companies, or even priests?"
"Priests, yes, and the catering company usually does the party decorating also." Said Ron, who had had
been paying more attention to his brother's wedding than he had let on.
"Well that takes that out of the equation," said Mr. Granger, who had been quiet for most of the process.
Ron just nodded, he had been looking nervous for the last half hour. "Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger,
there's a slight problem that I'm sure Hermione has noticed, and been reluctant to bring up."
"What is it Ron?" asked Mr. Granger, suddenly sounding very worried.
Hermione looked at Ron, wondering what he could be talking about. She followed his gaze to the guest
list that was sitting on the side of the table, and suddenly understood. A good chunk of the guests were
muggles, her family. The day she had gotten her letter to go to Hogwarts her parents had been told not
to tell the rest of the family that she was a witch, and so the only family that knew about the magical
world was her parents.
"Mum…Dad," Hermione said sadly, knowing it would be better for them to hear it from her instead of
Ron, "I'm not sure if we can have our family at the wedding."
"What do you mean?" asked her father
"Well, they don't know about the wizarding world, and to tell the truth, most people who don't know
about the reality of magic don't react too well to it."
Her parents sat in stunned silence for a few minuets. Then her father looked at her, a thoughtful gleam
in his eye. Ron recognized the look immediately, it was the same look he had seen on Hermione when
she was about to figure out some difficult problem during class.
"Hermione," Mr. Granger said, "didn't you say you had some friends at school who had one magical
parent and one…what did you call them?"
"muggles," said Hermione sheepishly, "it means non-magical people"