The Witch in Godric's Hollow

By seven o'clock, the guests began arriving one after another.

Mrs. Weasley had pressed Fred, George, and Ron into service as temporary waiters, making them stand on the path out front to greet the guests and lead them into the house.

"Kyle, what do you think of this outfit? It doesn't look too shabby, does it?" Hagrid asked quietly at the entrance.

"Huh?" Kyle glanced at his fluffy brown suit and said with certainty, "Don't worry. No matter who sees you, they'll know at first glance how seriously you take this wedding."

In the hottest part of August, he was wearing a thick fuzzy suit meant only for winter. How could that not show commitment?

At any rate, Kyle knew he certainly couldn't do it.

"Um..." Harry's somewhat uneasy voice came from beside them. "Do I really not need to do anything to hide my identity? Like drink some Polyjuice Potion or something?"

He and Sirius had reconciled. No one knew what they had talked about while alone in the room, but by the time they came out, they had made up completely.

"Not at all." Kyle waved a hand. "You're not scary enough to frighten away the guests. Just use your own face."

"That's not what I mean," Harry said awkwardly. "What if some Death Eaters find out I'm here? Wouldn't that cause trouble?"

"Then there's even less to worry about," Kyle said calmly. "As long as Voldemort doesn't come himself, there won't be any trouble. And conveniently, Voldemort only fought Professor Dumbledore a few days ago. He's probably recovering from his injuries right now, so he shouldn't dare show himself publicly anytime soon."

"Is that so?" Harry scratched his hair.

"Of course." Kyle smiled at him. "Just do what you need to do. You don't need to worry