A/N This story used to be on another account under the name Dunamis79. That account has been deleted and the story was relocated to this account. There was no stealing of the story involved, I promise.

"And now for the speech of the Best Man!"

Bill stood up, some cuecards in his hand.

Ron smiled encouragingly at him, while he held Hermione's hand under the table.

"It should have been Harry," he murmered, "he promised. Why did he die, Mione? It sucks!"

"Yes, love," she whispered back, "I know. But your brother loves you. It wouldn't be fair to him…"

Suddenly a gush of wind filled the room until it centered in a small tornado on the still empty dancefloor.

From it, a familiar figure emerged, with messy black hair and green eyes.

"HARRY!" the bride and groom raced towards the figure at a speed most unbecoming, only to be held back by a raised hand.

"No, guys, I'm sorry, but you can't touch me," Harry said, smiling a slightly ghostly smile. There, and yet not there.

"But you aren't grey and transparant," Ron said, "I hoped…I thought…you had come back…"

Harry looked at him, tears in his eyes. "I cannot come back, Ron. Nothing can reverse death. But I did promise I'd be your Best Man, and I want to keep my promise. I nagged just about everyone of importance to let me be here, and eventually they yielded. I only have a little while, though, just enough to do the speech…if you don't mind, Bill," he added.

Bill shook his head mutely.

"Hi, Mrs…Molly," Harry said shyly, "I'm so sorry."

Molly sobbed. "That…that is alright, dear. I know…if it were possible…you would have stayed with us."

Arthur nodded, pale and unable to speak.

Harry looked around.

"Ron, 'Mione," he began, "Thank you, first of all, for the honor of selecting me as your best man. You can't begin to imagine what it means to me. You were my first family, my brother and sister all through Hogwarts. I saw you bicker, and fight, and eventually grow close. But he already was the knight in shining armor in our very first year, remember, Mi?"

Hermione, tears running down her face, smiled and nodded.

"Of course, I'll conveniently forget he was MY knight in shining armor as well on that occasion," Harry commented dryly, causing cautious chuckles throughout the room.

"Ron, Mi, there are no people who deserve happiness more than you two. You make a wonderful couple. Without Mi, Ron would forever be clueless, and without Ron, Mi would forget there is such a thing as a world out there when she is caught up in another book."

Harry shifted a bit.

"I must leave soon, so I'll keep this short and to the point. Congratulations guys. I am very happy for you. I love you, and I wish you a very long, happy life together."

Harry smiled, and started to walk back to the silent tornado.

"Harry!" Hermione called, "Harry…can you at least…are you happy where you live now?"

The bright smile was wonderful to see and put many minds to ease. "Oh, yes, Mi, very happy. You will see someday. I will miss you until then, but don't worry about me."

Harry turned and looked at Dumbledore. The old man lowered his teary eyes as Harry approached him.

"I have forgiven you a long time ago, Albus," he said gently, and held out a hand. "Come with me. Your fight is over as well."

Albus looked decades younger as he grabbed Harry's hand and was led to the tornado.

"Bye, my friends," Harry said, "and just in case you were planning to name one of your kids after me: remember that 'Harry Weasley' would easily become 'Hairy Weasel' at Hogwarts. So please reconsider."

With that last important advice, the tornado swept them up and they were gone.