Balaur

When the history of the three young wizards known as the Golden Trio (and by extension, the exploits of the extended group that came to be known as the “Trio Posse”) hit the parchment (many years after the events and without input from Rita Skeeter — who rumor said was accidentally eaten by a swallow returning to Capistrano while investigating dirt on Blaise Zabini’s wife, Astoria Zabini née Greengrass) the general consensus would be this:

These three and their cohort were the luckiest bastards to have ever lived.

(Of course, many of Horace Slughorn’s former students ascribed this to Felix Felicis, after winking at the listener with a knowing look…)

Five years after the party celebrating Hermione Granger Malfoy’s graduation from Hogwarts (and the attainment of a European Master Potioneer’s license at a world-record pace) and seven years after the final battle of WW2 on the grounds of the institution they'd all attended, these survivors would return for two events stitched together by the witch still considered by those in the know as the brightest witch of her — or any — age.

In houses spread across Europe, preparations did not always go according to plan…

In a Weasley household, a couple still celebrating life together and on their terms fought mightily (but playfully) over the correct way to tie a cravat. The smaller of the two, well-muscled and pure eye candy in the chosen outfit, slapped at the hands of the clumsy husband trying to arrange the cravat while simultaneously pushing his husband’s hands away.

“Amant — cease this! You would think I’d never dressed in proper clothes —”

“Undressing’s your better skill —” and Charlie Weasley snuck a kiss from his lover as he pulled away.

Had they had a mind to, the pair could have floo’d over the Channel to the Netherlands from Hermione’s graduation festivities many years ago; Amsterdam hosted the first same-sex marriage ceremonies after passing the law the same year. Vlad resisted, setting off some turbulent times in their home.

The passionate Roma begged for time. Time to learn to be together for a lifetime (as magical marriages ended when one party died; magical divorces, however, often caused the death of both magically bonded mates), time to make sure what each desired in a marriage — especially children — and time to think clearly on the challenges and hatred they or their families would face for their choice to live in the daylight and not hide their love under the covers of night.

To celebrate the end of this different kind of war, they chose to be married on the celebration day of the Battle of Hogwarts a few years later, adding their transition to the weighty nature of the day. The Canadian province of Ontario survived an invasion of gingers and well-wishers for the nuptials that struck a blow for yet another kind of unequal treatment within the wizarding world.

“Let me do this —” the impatient red-head insisted, snatching and nearly choking his mate, “I want to get there early. She’s due soon.”

“Alright, amant, alright. Let us go!”