The year is 1997.

It was a hectic time these days. The Dark Lord is back, Dumbledore is gone, everyone is scared and desperate, no one can be trusted. It was a great stress for magical England, but nevertheless the magicians and witches were able to adapt to this life.

You were no exception, and you got into trouble with the Dark Lord's subordinates a couple of times, which caused your nerves to get a little shaky and your daily routine to go awry. Because of this, you were no longer guided by time, no matter how hard you tried to restore the regime to normal, it was all in vain.

Tomorrow, or rather today, Bill and Fleur's wedding is due to take place, as George's girlfriend, you were also invited, how can you refuse?

You spent the night at the Weasleys' house and couldn't sleep because of your restless thoughts. Although George was next to you, with whom you were sleeping in your arms, strong anxiety did not leave you, only in the morning you were able to fall asleep.

"Morning." George purred when he saw you come down to the kitchen. He was already dressed in a suit that would go to the wedding, although the event was supposed to be in the evening. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked at the clock, the time was 3 p.m. Maybe your sleepy face didn't show, but you were surprised that you really knocked down the regime.