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As you’ve probably already seen what Hermione, Ron, or Ginny have written about me, I won’t bother to repeat what they’ve said because it’s true. I’m engaged to Draco Malfoy and the wedding is set for a few weeks after school. But in the tradition of wizarding weddings, since there’s no way that Draco would agree to a muggle one, I have to be accompanied by my closest male guardian. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind being my familial guardian now that Sirius is dead, but as Draco has already sent his own letter to you I’m a little late in asking but I figured I should ask anyway. Please send your reply back with Hedwig.

Harry

Lupin reached across the table to where his own quills and parchment sat and scrawled:

Dear Harry,

I would be honored to be your familial guardian.

Remus Lupin

As Hedwig soared off towards Hogwarts, Lupin reached for the letter that was, as Harry stated, bearing the Malfoy crest.

Dear Professor Lupin,

In following with tradition, I have instructed Gringotts to place the amount listed below in your vault in honor of the upcoming marriage between myself and Harry Potter. I look forward to seeing you at the wedding.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Lupin looked at the number listed after the scripted name and blinked. That was a lot of Galleons.

As the weeks passed, more teachers started to begin their lectures with “because exams are coming up in a few weeks” or “in order to prepare you for your exams”. The amount of homework that Harry received was almost doubled as “review” assignments were added to the regular homework. And Harry still had to deal with the comments about the wedding coming from different classmates.

Of course, they continued to remind him that it was he who had to buy both his and Draco’s robes for the wedding. The coloring of the robes was standard. Both he and Draco would have to wear the colors that represented their families, with a white band on the sleeve to signify that the robes were for a wedding. But Harry hadn’t known there were so many styles of these “official robes” until a rather large book of designs had been forced on him by a group of bashful Ravenclaw girls.

“How am I supposed to choose?” Harry grumbled to Ron. “I can’t even see the difference between these two!”

Hermione peered over his shoulder and pointed to the collar of the robes. “This set has lace and the other doesn’t.”

“And that makes a difference?” Harry moaned.

“Just pick one and be done with it, mate,” Ron advised, continuing to scribble on his Transfiguration essay.

“He is not going to ‘just pick one’, Ronald Weasley.” Hermione’s tone took on the quality of Mrs. Weasley’s as she berated Ron. She turned to Harry. “Narrow it down to the few that you like and then try to pick only one.”

Harry sighed and turned back to the book.