"Wizards and witches, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Harry James Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World and . . ."

Wow. Just wow. I cannot believe that I am finally getting married. MARRIED! I never thought that I would live long enough to ever reach this stage of my life. Especially with all the excitement that happened to me. Excitement, ha! What a terse word to use to describe or sum up my life.

From the moment my parents were murdered, I have lived a rollercoaster of ups and downs. Living with those, ugh, relatives that rather have a boy as house elf than a nephew. Sixteen years with those so called relatives were only a hindrance to my mental, physical and emotional development. Once receiving my Hogwarts letter, I thought I was getting a reprieve to the worst years of my life. Finally, I was going to escape the living nightmare environment the Dursley's created. Boy was I proven wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

That Hogwarts' letter made my life go from bad to worse. Every year from that point, I was endangered by the most vile, despicable life form: Voldemort.

Voldemort and his followers tried and failed too many times to kill me. He had actually been trying since I was one and a half years old, but he disappeared when he failed the first time. I did not hear from him again until the end of my first year, when he tried to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. The following year, it was a memory of his sixteen year old self preserved in an enchanted diary that had set a basilisk to hunt down muggle borns, all in the name of Pureblood supremacy. Many students were petrified, including a ghost, and a student was kidnapped. Voldemort was siphoning the kidnapped student's life force to return himself to a corporeal life form. With courage and a lot of improvisation, I was able to kill the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor, destroy the memory of Voldemort and rescue the student. In my fourth year, he accomplished returning to full power by performing a ritual that needed my blood. My blood was coursing through his veins. That year I also witnessed the murder of a fellow student. I was devastated. Cedric Diggory did not deserve such fate. Someone had a lost a son, a boyfriend or just a friend. I lost my innocence. From that point on, I was no longer a happy go lucky teenager.

In the following two years, I lost two important people in my life. First my godfather, Sirius, who died at the end of my fifth year and my mentor, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts who gave up his life towards the end of the sixth year to protect the innocence of a student and the credibility for one of Voldemort's followers. Albus Dumbledore may have been old and believed senile by many and far from it, but he was very intelligent man. He had pre-arranged his death with his so called murderer months in advance and yet my witness to his murder led me to believe the perpetrator was soulless coward. Again, proven wrong a year later when the final battle occurred on the grounds of Hogwarts. Many wizards and witches died. Many friends and some that I considered family. That same day, the Wizarding world was liberated from the evil clutches of a mad man wanting to rule the world. That same day, I killed Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Voldemort.

After so much excitement in my life and the so many near death experiences in my past, I am finally seeing a bright and happy future. I am getting married today to the most beautiful creature on this planet.

The most beautiful eyes showing me right now how much I am loved. Very plump lips waiting to kiss and devour my mouth with so much heat and passion that could put a dragon's fire breath to shame.

How was I so lucky to find this angel on earth?

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"Harry! Wake up! It's time to get up! We are leaving in hour and if you are not ready by then, we are leaving without you!" Ron said excitedly.

"Damn, Ron! Since when are you a morning person? I have never, in the 10 years that I've known you, seen you willing and able to be up before breakfast is ready"

"Don't be silly, Harry! It is almost 11am and the port-key leaves at noon sharp! Come on, get up! And besides I've been known to be awake and alert before breakfast. How do you imagine I am able to eat all that delicious food?" Ron snorted his last question.

"Anyway, where are we going via port-key? I don't remember setting any meetings or visits today. What's so special?"

"Nuh, uh. It's a surprise. I'm not giving you any more details other than, be ready soon and if you want to eat something before we leave, Mom has some breakfast on a warming charm for you."

Ugh. The thought of eating and port-keying within an hour is making my stomach do somersaults. No way am I eating any food now. I'd rather wait until get to our final destination. Wonder to where Ron wants to go today. What does Hermione have to say about this?

After twenty minutes, I am finally climbing down the stairs to the kitchen expecting to see Mrs. Weasley preparing today's lunch, but she was not there nor were Hermione and Ginny. Ginny Weasley, my best mate's little sister. My fiancée. In less than a week, she will be Ginny Potter, my wife and to that effect Ron will be my brother all but in blood.

Ron Weasley along with Hermione Granger have been my best friends since our first year at Hogwarts together. Throughout all those years we have been nearly inseparable, except for those times of enraged jealousy on behalf of Ron. Who is to say that friendships do not have their ups and downs? Those little hiccups are needed to make stronger, unbreakable bonds and with all those adventures that occurred during our school years had made it possible to have two irreplaceable friends.

Bringing Harry out of his thought he hears Ron hollering his name.

"Harry! Harry! Are you ready? Did you eat?"

"No, Ron I did not eat and I will not eat. The thought of eating and then leaving via port-key is not helping my anxiety. Why the rush? We have at least twenty minutes before we leave!"

"Well, Harry we are waiting for George, Bill, Charlie and Neville and they should be here any minute."

"Seriously, Ron! Where are we going? At least give me a hint!"

"Okay. Here's one hint. Take this! And put it on before we leave." Harry gives Ron a confused look and grabs the blindfold from his hand.

At that moment, George, Bill and Charlie have flooed to the network and Neville is coming in through the front door.

"Hey! Is the Bachelor ready for his party?" George shouted through the house.

"Hey, guys! How are all of you doing? Wait…what did George mean by 'Is the bachelor ready for his party?' Ron! Are we going on a bachelor party? Is that why you're being all secretive? You know you didn't have to this!"

"George! Thanks for ruining the surprise!" The only thing Ron hears is a meek apology from his older brother. "Well, now that the cat is out of the bag. Yes, Harry we are having your bachelor party today! Don't give us any nonsense in why we should not do this. You are joining our family in a few days and as your Best Mate and Best Man it is my duty that a Bachelor Party happens today!"

Five minutes before departure, everyone made sure their wands, money, both muggle and Wizard, were secured during transport. "Ron, where's the port-key? We leave in ONE minute exactly!"

"Harry, it's the blindfold I gave to you earlier. That will send us to the first destination. Everyone grab hold of the port-key."

"Ron, what do you mean by first dest…" Harry had no time to finish his question.

They first landed in Giza and entered an underground club below the Pyramids. This was Bill's selection. There were women not fully dressed. Merely wrapped in long, very long bandages just covering the naughty areas. Only just. Neville and Harry were blushing like red tomatoes when two of those women were willing to give the Bachelor a well deserved lap dance. Of which, Harry declined and Charlie taking his place. It was hot and not only because of the location. Drinks were passed around so easily that Harry lost count of how many he had, but new that he was a bit buzzed.

It was Neville's destination that was chosen next. And Neville being Neville. He chose a small pub in London. There they had a late lunch with a few alcoholic beverages. They talked about their past and all the bad shit that happened to them. The losses they encountered. They talked about some of the good things that occurred. The people that were saved and how some of those people now have the chance to LIVE happy lives. To have a future. The mood was somber, but they knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

To lighten the mood, Harry got up to say a few words. "To Friends and family. And to my brothers who are here with me today!"

"Cheers!" They all said in unison.

Afterwards, Neville apologized to Harry for not planning a swankier, happier location. Harry would not hear any of it. He told Neville that he is enjoying every bit of today and where they have been and knowing that each person chose a different atmosphere, it is showing Harry that every one of them is special and unique in their own way. They are showing Harry a little bit of their personality and would not trade it for the world.

"Thank you, Harry." Neville states as he embraces Harry in a brotherly hug.

"No, Neville. Thank you for all of this." Harry turns around to the rest of the group and asks, "Okay, what's next?"

Charlie steps forward with a piece of dragon hide to be touched by everyone. Charlie activates the port-key and are whisked away to a place Harry thinks is two degrees from being a brothel. Not one word from Charlie, he only nods towards the door. The women in Giza had not much on to begin with and if they were here with them now, they would be well overdressed.

Everyone's eyes bugged out when the women on stage were only wearing what you would considered scraps of dragon hide affixed by a sticking charm. Ron, Charlie and George were like wolves walking around their prey. Down boys down! Harry could swear he heard one of them howled.

It was ironic that the wolf in their pack was not affected by all the flesh. I suppose married to a Veela would change your perspective on what is attractive, sensual and beautiful. Poor Neville, he was having a 'hard' (pun definitely intended) time here and it was decided, by Harry of course, that Neville will have the honors of the first lap dance.

Harry wished he had a camcorder to replay the lap dance. Neville's face was priceless. With Neville breaking the ice, so to speak, Ron, Charlie and George made a line for the next dozen or so lap dances.

Once again, Harry declined. He was not in the mood, but told the guys to not fret over it. He is having fun watching them enjoy themselves.

Enjoy themselves they did. Harry can swear that innocent Neville is no longer as innocent as you might think. His shell cracked in half that day.

According to their home time, it is nearing 11pm. Harry thinks that the bachelor party is almost over.

"Wishful thinking, Harry. But there is still mine and Ron's portion of the day." George says to Harry.

"But George! The day is almost over. What could we do in one hour?" Harry inquires.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. The day may be ending in this part of the world, but not where we are going!"

Harry sees a nearly perfect Malfoy smirk on George's face while he is talking to him. George decides to bring out a box filled with a deck of cards and poker chips. A clue to their next destination. LAS VEGAS!

Ron is sad to leave these very beautiful girls in not so much dragon hide, but excited to think that they are closer to his part in this eventful day which will culminate in a few hours.

The group arrives in Las Vegas at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Only eight hours behind their home time zone. They spend a few hours gambling in the Venetian and Bellagio hotels. Losing interest after a few games since they really don't understand muggle gambling. Harry, Ron, Charlie, Neville and Bill lose sight of George for fifteen minutes, they go out searching for him and find him fascinated by the roulette table. George is inclined to bet half of his money, when Harry pulls him aside and tells him not to. Harry can feel the rigged mechanism with his magic and assures George that he would lose. George is miffed that is unfair that many of the gamblers are being cheated out of their hard earned money and something should be done about it.

Harry agrees and decides to bet $1,000 on black (who wouldn't right?) and makes sure that he wins. He controls the marble with his magic to land on black and jams the rigged mechanism with his magic impeding the roulette to change the marble when it landed on black. Harry wins $10,000 and manages to place chips of $1,000 in pockets and purses of the gamblers around the roulette table.

A satisfied Harry is led away by his brothers and go to one of the local strip clubs. Repeating almost the same actions they made in Giza and Charlie's *cough* brothel *cough*, the rest of their time in Las Vegas was spent with more drinks and girls.

Harry was floored when he heard from the guys that Neville was going to give the next lap dance. Before questioning if he heard right, Harry sees Neville jiggling and erotically dancing for a girl. "What shell? I think we created a monster" Harry says and chuckles to himself.

Leaving the club with a flustered Neville, Ron decides that is time to go the final location to officially end Harry's last day as Britain's Most Eligible Bachelor. Bringing out and activating the port-key, which happened to be some beads, the guys land in New Orleans, Louisiana. More precisely, they have arrived on Bourbon Street trying to catch the last few hours of Mardi Gras. Except that they realize they are a few months too late.

"Where are all the girls willing to lift their shirts for beads? This is where Mardi Gras happens right?" Ron asks. "It's practically empty."

"Ron, we are in the right place, but the wrong time. Mardi Gras is an event that happens during the month of February. We are in the middle of August. We are about six months late or early. However you want to see it."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really wanted to go out big for your bachelor party. Now, I've ruined it."

"No, Ron! Nothing has been ruined. We still have a few hours of fun. Look over there. There is a pub. We can go in there and have some drinks and make the best of what is left of the evening. Anyhow, don't worry about it too much. It's the thought that counts and after today's activities, I don't think I could handle to see more skin. Although, George and even Neville might be a little disappointed."

The six friends had been at the pub, err bar, for an hour. Drinking, joking and telling embarrassing stories; mostly from the Weasley brothers about each other. Harry's mood shifted a little and began to people watch.

There were various groups of people around. Groups of young college students in one area of the bar and in other areas the more conservative adults just having a beer or two to unwind from the effects of the real world. At the bar, where Harry's eyesight kept returning to for the last fifteen minutes, he noticed a young man around his age nursing a beer and deflecting the not so subtle ways of other bar patrons trying to coax a conversation from him. Harry was intrigued. There was so much pain radiating from his body language alone. Harry was familiar and had lived with that pain. He decided right then and there to help this guy out.

"Okay, guys! I'm going to the bar for the next round. I'll be back shortly."

With some protests of why Harry should not be buying anything since it is his bachelor party, Harry would not hear any of it, he walked over to the bar. They had done so much for him already that if he didn't contribute and allow him to he was going to hex someone.

Harry went up to the bar and requested a bottle of their best bourbon and seven shot glasses and to get the guy next to him another of whatever he is having. Harry briefly walks back to their table, leaves the bottle with the shot glasses and returns to the bar.

"Thanks for the beer, but I'm not interested. I just want to be alone." Came from a deep voice.

Upon hearing the man's voice, it stirred something in Harry's soul and exciting his magical core. Harry had no idea what had happened and was not sure if that was good or bad.

"Well, it's a good thing that you are not interested then, because neither am I. I'm here celebrating my bachelor party with some friends and I saw that you were here by yourself and wanted to invite you over. Everyone else around you is having fun while you are drowning your sorrows. Please come over and don't make me beg. I'm Harry, by the way, what's your name?" Harry asked while extending out his hand.

"Dean. Dean Winchester." Dean said as he turned around to finally face the brave soul who approached him. Dean was stunned. His eyes looked and locked up at the most beautiful emerald eyes he had ever seen. He was mesmerized and speechless and without realizing, his hand made contact with Harry's hand. Upon contact, Dean could have sworn he saw a small jolt of electricity pass through their hands, sending shivers all through his body and deep into his soul.

'What the fuck!' they both thought simultaneously. More so Harry. His magic was creating internal havoc, making it hard for him to breathe. While talking to 'Dean' he had not seen him properly. Dean had his head town and turned to the side. When he finally turned and met his gaze, Harry was standing there frozen. He felt his heart stopped, his stomach somersault and heat rise throughout his body. One look from this 'Dean' and he felt like he was rapidly going down through a downward spiral and when his hand touched Dean's hand, his magical core encased them with so much energy that a jolt of electricity was seen passing through them.

From across the room, Bill felt a powerful buildup of magical energy. As a curse breaker for the goblin nation, Bill has been trained to seek out magical energies to determine if they are benevolent or malevolent. Yet, this energy he was feeling was coming from Harry. This energy was palpable. He was not sure if his brothers could feel it, but if he was not mistaken, what he was feeling was the beginning of…

"No, it can't be!" Bill exclaimed.

"What can't be, oh big brother of mine?" George asked.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Not answering George's question, Bill manages to walk towards Harry release some of his magic to intermingle with Harry's magic to lessen the backlash he knows he will feel. Bill approaches Harry and feels a little pain from the onslaught of Harry's magic and asks him to have a few words outside. Away from the bar, his brothers and this stranger. "Excuse us for a minute, we'll be right back."

Dean nods towards one of Harry's friend and painfully watches Harry walk away. As if something is forcing them apart and Dean only wants to hold on even more. Dean has NEVER felt like this before and is killing him from the inside out. 'Jesus, Dean! You both said you weren't interested. Besides he's here on his bachelor party. Meaning he's getting married and doesn't want you.' Dean chided himself. "But why do I feel this way? We just met and only talked to him for what, five minutes?" Dean asked himself.

Once outside, Harry asks Bill of what's going on.

"Harry, have you any idea what just happened in there?"

Harry shakes his head no.

"Who is he, Harry? Who's the guy you were just talking to? Tell me Harry! Who the fuck is the guy that just ruined my sister's and your wedding?"

"Bill, I don't know who he is. I just met him five minutes ago. I only know his name and it is 'Dean'. How could he ruin my wedding to Ginny, Bill?"

"Harry. You and Dean… You two just created a…" Bill was stalling for the words .

"Bill, what did Dean and I create?"

"Harry, you and Dean just created the beginnings of a soul bond!" Bill shouted in a whisper. "Because of this you will not be able to marry Ginny. Your magical core will not accept any magical vows unless they are with Dean. Are you feeling any pain?"

"Bill, how could I have created a soul bond with Dean? I mean, I had no intentions. How did this happen? And, yes, I do feel pain, right here!" Harry motioned to his heart. Realizing he felt the pain before walking out of the bar. Walking away from Dean.

"Harry, what you are feeling is separation anxiety from your soul bonded. During the beginning, you can calm the anxiety by being within eyesight of each other. If there is a barrier between the two of you, you both will feel the same pain and if the separation is prolonged the two of you might die. For those reasons, you will not be coming home with us tonight nor will you be getting married in four days. Damn! How are we going to do this? How is Ginny going to react when she finds out that she will not being marrying the man she's been obsessing over for years? I don't dare to know how you feel, Harry? I can only say to you that this is not your fault. What were the chances that you would find your soul mate in a bar in America?" Harry looked at Bill weirdly when he mentioned soul mate. "Yes, Harry, I meant what I said. You found your soul mate. Granted it's another bloke, but our magic does not distinguish between male or female, muggle or magical. You may not love each other now, since you only met him not too long ago, but in due time, you will develop feelings for each other. Because of the magical energy I felt you release in there, it will be a very powerful love you two will share and to think I was a witness to all of this!"

Harry listened to every word that Bill said. He was still dazed on the words 'soul mate' and the pain in his heart was growing by the minute. He was also feeling remorse in letting Ginny down. The woman he had waited three years to marry only to have it ripped away days before the ceremony. He could not allow Bill to do his dirty laundry, so to speak. Somehow, he had to speak to Ginny face to face, with Bill as support, and explain to her why they could not get married. He had less than four days to speak with the Weasley clan, break a heart and walk away from the first family he has ever known.

"Bill, I need to speak to Ginny. I should be the one to tell her of why I can't marry her. She'll be devastated and heartbroken and I won't let you take my burden. I'm just hoping that your family will forgive me and understand the circumstances and that I'm not doing this to spite them, because I would never do that to them. "

"Harry, there is nothing to forgive. We are an old Pureblooded family and have a better understanding of how magic works when it comes to soul bonding. I'll be there for support and so will Fleur. She loves you as a little brother and will be there for you just like you were there for her when you save her sister, Gabrielle. Ginny, Mom, Dad and the rest of my brothers will be hurt that you will not officially join our family, but that will never stop us from loving you as a member of our family. Listen, we've been out here for at least twenty minutes and you must be feeling a bit uncomfortable from not seeing Dean. So, let's go back inside. I'll figure out a way to get my brothers and Neville to go back home without you and you stay with Dean and explain to him what has happened. I'll also arrange to bring Ginny, Mom and Dad with me Friday afternoon to have the talk. Don't worry it will turn out fine."

"Thanks for everything, Bill."

Walking back inside the bar, Harry to a look at his friends still enjoying the evening. Looking over to the bar, Harry did not see Dean. His heart was constricted in his chest by his magical core. His breathing became shallower as the seconds passed. Harry was beginning to have a panic attack. Bill looked at Harry and became concerned, pain was more evident on his face and the way he clutched his shirt gave in indication that he did not have much more time before he lost consciousness. If Harry was feeling this way, he knew that Dean would be feeling the same. Bill did not see Dean at the bar, knowing that this was causing Harry's distress, Bill went to the bartender and asked where the guy that was sitting here went. The bartender told Bill that the guy in question had gone to the restroom about 15 minutes ago and had not returned. Grabbing Harry by the collar, Bill brought Harry to the restroom to find Dean. Upon entering, Dean was found leaning against the sink trying to splash water onto his face, failing miserably.

Harry managed enough energy to get Dean's attention, "Dean?"

"Harry? What's happening to me?" When their eyes caught sight of each other there was an instant release of pressure around their hearts. Bringing a smile to Harry's face and a cocky grin to Dean's.

"Dean, come on buddy. You and I need to have a talk." Looking towards Bill, Harry says "Thank you, Bill. I guess by what happened here tonight I am definitely not going home. Please see that everyone gets home safely and I'll see you here Friday at 1pm."

"Take care, Harry. I'll see you Friday. You and Dean go have that talk. I don't want to be in your shoes." Bill promptly exits the restroom and heads towards his brothers and Neville. Ron asked where Harry was at and was told by Bill that something came up that he had no choice but to take care of. They all finished their drinks and headed out the back to port-key themselves home and Bill wishing all the luck he could to Harry. The next few days were not going to be easy on him.

"Come on Dean, we need to go. I need to explain to you why you are feeling this way. Why I'm feeling this way, too? Is there somewhere we can go? I'm not from around here and I don't have a clue where we could go and talk."

"Harry, I have a car outside. We can go to my motel room and you can explain why my heart ached while you were away and how the feeling is gone now that you are here." Standing up straight, Dean realizes that Harry is about four inches short of his 6'1" frame. Has a nice swimmer's build and still not get enough of those emerald eyes. Taking in the view solicits another cocky grin from Dean.

Harry looking up, gazes upon that toothy, cocky grin that sends another jolt through his soul. "Damn, what have I gotten myself into." Harry mutters to himself. He has a long night ahead of him.

TBC