Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

and make their wedding tainted.
Hermione saw her parents looking at each other, obviously debating silently in a way that only people
who had known each other for many years could. Finally they both nodded, "Alright," said her mother,
"this seems like the best way, if there is somebody who can perform the charm safely than we're ok
with it."
Ron's gaze dropped to the floor again, "that's exactly it, the charm hasn't been performed in over 300
years, and no one who's alive has ever done it. there was a bunch of deaths the last time it was
performed, and people have been scared to use it since. Most witches or wizards have been fine with
having a muggle style wedding, which I'd be fine with, or not inviting their families."
"Well, can this Flitwick perform the charm?" asked Mr. Granger.
"He said that he'd be willing to try, but for obvious reasons he can't guarantee anything."
"Well, if he's willing to try, I'm willing to let him." said Mr. Granger
Hermione started to tear up, "thank you," she managed to get out before she broke down completely.
She practically collapsed into Ron's arms, not entirely sure why this was causing her so much anguish.
After a little while she calmed down enough to continue planning the wedding. They made a few more
minor decisions, as well as adjusting the guest list a bit so that they exposed the fewest people to the
perception spell as they could.
After nearly 6 hours of wedding planning Hermione gave a heavy sigh, "Mum, we have to leave soon,
how about Ron and I take some of these planning things and we'll talk about it at school."
Mrs. Granger gave a slight smile, although it was easy to see the sadness behind it. "Alright," she said
reluctantly, "but I want to know about every decision you make."
Hermione was tempted to role her eyes, but she knew she'd get in trouble. And despite being a legally
adult in both the wizarding world and the muggle one, she was still a bit afraid of her parents'
punishment. She couldn't help but laugh on the inside, to be afraid of her parents after going through
what she Ron and Harry had went through seemed almost impossible. "Alright mum, I promise I'll owl
you if we make any more decisions."
"That's all we can ask," said Mr. Granger before his wife could say any more. "Now, why don't you go
upstairs and get packed. Mum and I will make dinner and then you can be on your way." He smiled a
smile that seemed to decide everything. Hermione had missed that smile; it told her that everything was
going to be alright, at least at home.
"Alright dad," Hermione said as she and Ron got up from the kitchen table to go pack. They had soon
packed the small duffel bag and had it sitting in front of the door, ready to go. The dinner that the
Grangers made was small compared to what Mrs. Weasley made for almost every meal Hermione
could remember, but there were only four people eating this dinner instead of the usual 11.
During dinner the discussion turned to Christmas.
"So, what are you two doing for Christmas?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Nothing much," Ron said, hoping to get a discussion started that didn't involve wedding talk, "staying
with the family mostly. Harry, Ginny, and the two of us are hosting Christmas dinner this year at
Harry's house."
"That sounds…interesting," said Mrs. Granger.
"Well, we'll have some help," said Hermione. "Harry has a house elf who is really loyal and he's agreed