World Hopping With Gacha

Utaha narrowed her eyes, intrigue flickering in her gaze. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. "Which book?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Arthur smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "One of the most famous ones," he replied, deliberately keeping it vague.

Utaha studied him for a moment before sighing. "Why?"

Arthur casually shrugged. "Because someone is getting married."

Utaha raised an eyebrow. "And you want me to go with you like some uninvited guest?"

Arthur let out a laugh. "No, I want you to go as my girlfriend."

A moment of silence stretched between them as Utaha processed his words. Her expression remained unreadable, but the slight twitch of her lips betrayed her amusement.

"Your girlfriend, huh?" she repeated, her voice carrying a playful yet skeptical edge. "And who exactly is getting married in this so-called famous book world?"

Arthur grinned and shrugged again. "You'll find out when we get there. Trust me, it'll be an unforgettable experience."

Utaha exhaled slowly, clearly weighing her options. Then, with a resigned yet amused smile, she said, "Alright, I'll go with you. But you owe me an explanation later."

Arthur's grin widened as he held out his hand. "Deal. It's going to be a lot of fun, I promise."

Utaha stared at his outstretched hand before rolling her eyes and lightly tapping her fingers against his palm. "You better not be dragging me into some fantasy war," she muttered.

Arthur chuckled but didn't deny anything.

---

Arthur gave Utaha a confident smile as he leaned back slightly. "Anyway, I'll pick you up at three in the afternoon," he said, his tone casual yet firm, as if it were a promise rather than just a plan.

Utaha raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Three sharp?"

Arthur smirked. "Of course. I wouldn't dare keep you waiting."

She let out a soft hum, tapping her fingers against her arm. "You better not."

Arthur chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it." With that, he turned to leave, anticipation already building for their trip.

Just as Arthur was about to step away, he suddenly froze mid-stride, realization dawning on him. He turned back to Utaha, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Right… you can't exactly go home unless I open a portal for you."

Utaha sighed, giving him a deadpan look. "I was wondering when you'd remember."

Arthur let out a nervous chuckle before clearing his throat. "Well, I could fix that. Do you want a ring that lets you come here anytime? Or maybe something more advanced, like a vein attuned to multiversal travel?"

Utaha blinked at him, clearly intrigued. "A vein? Sounds dramatic."

Arthur smirked. "It's essentially a permanent connection to me. You'd be able to hop worlds freely without waiting on me."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… tempting. But what's the catch?"

Arthur grinned. "No catch. Just a choice—convenience or a bit of flair."

Utaha crossed her arms, considering the options. "A ring sounds simple, but the vein thing… that sounds like something out of a fantasy novel."

Arthur chuckled. "Well, considering the world we're about to visit, it fits, doesn't it?"

She rolled her eyes but smirked. "Fine. Give me the vein thing. If I'm going to world-hop, I might as well do it in style."

Arthur nodded, placing two fingers on her wrist. A faint golden glow pulsed from his fingertips, and she felt a strange warmth spreading through her veins. "Done," he said. "Now, you can travel to this world whenever you want, as long as I allow it."

While Utaha felt nothing Arthur slowed Utaha's time in relations to his. He made a copy of the portal vein projected a scaple did an incision implanted the vein and healed her arm back and using the Dreamwalker's Quill implanted the idea on how to use it, in less than 1 nano second.

Utaha flexed her fingers, feeling an odd sensation tingling under her skin. "Weird… but kinda cool."

Arthur grinned. "Told you. Now, I'll pick you up at three. Be ready."

She smirked. "Oh, I will. And you better have a good explanation for all of this."

Arthur winked. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

---

At exactly 3:00 PM, Arthur knocked on Utaha's door, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo that made him look like he had stepped straight out of a high-end gala. His golden hair was neatly styled, and his usual relaxed demeanor was replaced by an air of elegance.

Utaha opened the door, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. "Wow," she said, crossing her arms. "Did I accidentally agree to walk the red carpet?"

Arthur smirked. "Not quite, but close enough. Ready to step into a whole new world?"

Utaha raised an eyebrow. "Not so fast, mister. First, tell me where we're going."

Arthur chuckled. "Alright, so much for surprises. We're heading to the world of Harry Potter."

Utaha blinked, momentarily stunned. "Wait… like the one written by J.K. Rowling?"

"Yep, that Harry Potter," Arthur confirmed with a grin.

Utaha took a moment to process before asking, "Does that mean every fictional world exists?"

Arthur paused, considering the question before nodding slowly. "In a way… yeah, I think they do."

Utaha narrowed her eyes, still processing the bombshell Arthur had casually dropped. "So, let me get this straight… We're going to Harry Potter's world? The actual world, not some theme park or movie set?"

Arthur chuckled at her disbelief. "Yep. The real deal—Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, moving staircases, and all that magical jazz."

Utaha rubbed her temples. "And you're telling me that every fictional world exists?"

Arthur shrugged. "In some way or another, yeah. It's complicated, but basically, if someone imagined it, there's a chance it exists."

Utaha exhaled. "Great. Next thing you'll tell me is that I exist in another universe as a fictional character."

Arthur coughed. "Uh… about that—"

Utaha shot him a glare. "Forget I asked. Just open the damn portal."

Arthur smirked as he raised his hand, a faint glow illuminating his fingertips as a swirling vortex of energy burst to life in front of them. The portal shimmered, revealing a bustling street filled with old-fashioned buildings and red double-decker buses zooming past. The unmistakable skyline of London lay beyond, its iconic landmarks peeking through the early evening mist.

With a playful bow, Arthur gestured toward the glowing gateway. "Ladies first," he said, grinning.

Utaha crossed her arms, glancing between Arthur and the portal. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe a little," Arthur admitted with a chuckle.

Rolling her eyes, Utaha took a deep breath and stepped forward, disappearing into the swirling energy. With one last glance at the world behind him, Arthur followed, the portal vanishing in a soft ripple of light.

As Utaha and Arthur stepped out of the portal, they found themselves in a dimly lit alleyway, the distant hum of London's streets echoing around them. Utaha adjusted her dress, brushing off a few imaginary specks of dust before turning to Arthur with an expectant look.

Arthur met her gaze, blinking in confusion. "What?"

Utaha sighed, crossing her arms. "You seriously have nothing to say?"

Arthur hesitated for a second before realization hit him. "Oh… if you're annoyed that I didn't compliment your dress, in my defense, I was too busy admiring it to state the obvious."

Utaha stared at him for a moment before a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Nice save."

Arthur grinned. "I try."

Arthur extended his hand to Utaha with a charming smile. "Shall we?" he asked.

Utaha rolled her eyes playfully but took his hand nonetheless, letting him lead the way through the busy London streets. Their destination: 12 Grimmauld Place. Since Arthur wasn't exactly sure where the Weasley family resided, this was the best place to start.

Upon arrival, Arthur knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a slightly disheveled Harry Potter, who looked like he was still in the middle of getting dressed.

"…Hey?" Harry greeted, blinking in surprise at the unexpected visitors.

Arthur smirked. "Sup?"

Harry blinked, still slightly caught off guard, before shaking off his surprise. Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward and pulled Arthur into a firm hug.

"Mate, it's good to see you," Harry said sincerely. "You have no idea how much I owe you. My life wouldn't be the same without your help."

Arthur patted his back. "Come on, no need to get sentimental. You deserved that happiness—you just needed a little push."

Harry chuckled and pulled back. "Well, come in. You're just in time."

Harry led Arthur and Utaha into the dining hall, gesturing for them to take a seat. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be back in a bit—I still need to finish getting ready."

As Harry hurried off, Arthur and Utaha settled in, observing the cozy yet slightly chaotic atmosphere of the Black family home. Before long, footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Sirius Black entered the room, dressed in a sharp suit.

Arthur stood up with a grin, extending his hand. "Sirius Black, I presume?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow but took his hand firmly. "And you must be Arthur Wayne. I've heard a lot about you."

Arthur smirked. "All good things, I hope."

Sirius let out a chuckle. "Mostly. Dumbledore told me Moriarty—your so-called 'employee'—was involved in clearing my name. I can't begin to express how much that means to me. If not for you two, I'd still be a fugitive."

Arthur waved it off with a casual shrug. "No need to thank me, Sirius. Just focus on enjoying life with your godson—you both deserve it."

Shifting the conversation, Arthur gestured toward Utaha. "By the way, this is my girlfriend, Utaha Kasumigaoka."

Sirius turned to her with a charming smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Kasumigaoka. Any particular reason you're dating this troublemaker?"

Utaha smirked. "I guess I have a soft spot for lost causes."

Sirius let out a laugh. "I like her already."

Arthur chuckled, leaning back slightly as he glanced around the lively household. "So, when does the wedding of Fleur and Bill start?"

Sirius smirked, crossing his arms. "In about an hour. Molly's been running around making sure everything's perfect, and the twins are probably up to some mischief already. You know how they are."

Arthur grinned. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

Utaha, who had been listening quietly, tilted her head. "So, a wedding between a Wizard and a Veela… must be quite the spectacle."

Sirius chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea."

Harry returned, now fully dressed in formal attire, adjusting his tie as he joined the group. "Alright, let's get going before Mrs. Weasley starts worrying," he said with a grin.

Arthur, Utaha, and Sirius followed him outside, where a magical carriage awaited, enchanted to blend in with the Muggle world. As they stepped inside, Utaha glanced at Arthur. "So, this is how wizards travel?"

Arthur smirked. "Sometimes. But trust me, this is one of the tamer ways."

With a flicker of magic, the carriage took off toward the Burrow.

As the carriage moved smoothly toward the Burrow, Arthur and Harry fell into an easy conversation, reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts. They talked about the Triwizard Tournament, the chaos that followed, and how much had changed since Arthur's departure in his fourth year. Harry recounted the battles they had fought, how the wizarding world had begun to rebuild, and the peace that had finally settled in.

Meanwhile, Sirius was deep in conversation with Utaha, fascinated by Muggle Japan. "So, you're a novelist?" he asked, intrigued. "I've always wondered how Muggles tell stories without magic."

Utaha chuckled. "Well, we rely on imagination, emotions, and sometimes, a lot of caffeine."

Sirius laughed. "Sounds like my kind of magic."

As the group arrived at the Burrow, they were immediately greeted by the Weasley twins, Fred and George, who grinned mischievously at the sight of their old friend.

"I knew you'd show up if we called," Fred said with a smirk.

Arthur chuckled, shaking their hands. "Wouldn't have missed it. I even made a prediction to Fleur about this."

George whistled. "You and your foresight, mate. Always one step ahead."

Arthur turned to Utaha. "These two troublemakers are Fred and George."

The twins gave Utaha a playful bow. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Author."

Utaha raised an eyebrow. "How do you—"

"Arthur never stops talking about you," Fred teased, making Arthur cough awkward as he realised the Twins had probably set up some kind of prank in the carrage but decided against it seeing Arthur and Utaha.

With laughter in the air, they made their way inside, where the twins enthusiastically introduced Arthur and Utaha to the rest of the Weasley family—Percy, Charlie, and their parents, Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley, ever the warm host, clasped Arthur's hands. "It's been too long, dear. And who is this lovely young lady?"

'Did we ever meet?'

Arthur smiled. "This is Utaha, my—" He hesitated for a fraction of a second before confidently saying, "girlfriend."

Utaha shot him a glance but played along, greeting them politely.

"Welcome, dear!" Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Come in, come in! The wedding preparations are almost done, but there's still plenty of time to enjoy yourselves."

Arthur exchanged glances with Utaha and whispered, "Brace yourself. The Weasleys know how to throw a celebration."

---

As the wedding began, Arthur took the opportunity to catch up with old friends while introducing Utaha to them. She met Neville, Luna, and even some of Arthur's former classmates from Hogwarts. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone exchanging stories and laughter.

Arthur also learned that thanks to the dueling club he had founded during his time at Hogwarts, the Weasley twins had saved enough money to finally open their dream joke shop in Diagon Alley—Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry had even given them the Triwizard Tournament winnings as an investment, making him a silent partner in the business.

"Harry, half a joke shop owner? Now that's something," Arthur mused.

Fred grinned. "Oh, he's more of an investor than a hands-on prankster, but we make sure he gets his share of the chaos."

The twins enthusiastically offered Arthur a share in the business, but he declined with a chuckle. "I'd rather just be a customer—and an occasional test subject if needed."

In the midst of the celebrations, Arthur also discovered that Harry and Ginny had finally made their relationship official, as had Ron and Hermione. The two couples were practically inseparable, and Arthur couldn't help but tease Ron about how long it took him to confess.

Finally, as the guests settled, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived—the entrance of the bride and groom. The music swelled, and all eyes turned toward the aisle as Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley made their grand entrance, looking radiant and happy.

Fleur and Bill walked hand in hand, the crowd admiring the beautiful couple as they made their way down the aisle. Fleur's radiant smile shone under the sunlight, her elegant dress flowing with every step.

As she glanced around, her eyes landed on Arthur, who stood among the guests with a smug grin, arms crossed, as if silently saying, Told you so. Fleur subtly rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. Of course, he'd be proud of his prediction coming true.

Bill, noticing her expression, whispered, "What's funny?"

Fleur shook her head. "Just an old friend being… himself."

Fleur and Bill made their way through the crowd, greeting guests, exchanging warm words, and accepting gifts with gratitude. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and cheer as friends and family celebrated their union.

Arthur and Utaha approached the newlyweds, carrying an elegant wooden box with intricate carvings. Arthur smirked at Fleur and said, "Told you so."

Fleur let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "I 'ate that smug look of yours."

Bill looked between them, amused. "Should I be concerned?"

Arthur grinned. "Not at all. Just an old bet."

Arthur extended his hand with a friendly smile. "Arthur Wayne, and this is my girlfriend, Utaha Kasumigaoka."

Bill's eyes widened slightly as realization dawned on him. "I've heard a lot about you." He firmly shook Arthur's hand, his tone carrying both curiosity and respect.

Arthur chuckled. "Good things, I hope." He then handed them the wooden box. Fleur carefully lifted the lid, revealing a beautifully crafted necklace and a matching ring.

Arthur gestured to them. "These two are connected. When worn, the gems will glow softly. If they ever seem dull, it means the necklace or the ring has been removed. If the gem turns red, that means danger."

Fleur's fingers traced the delicate design, her expression shifting from admiration to appreciation. Bill examined the ring with equal curiosity. "This... is incredible," he murmured.

Arthur grinned. "Just a little wedding gift. Think of it as an extra layer of security."

As the wedding festivities continued, Arthur and Utaha found themselves immersed in the magical atmosphere. Enchanted fireworks lit up the sky, tables floated gracefully, and musicians played lively wizarding tunes.

Arthur, feeling the mood, extended his hand toward Utaha. "Care for a dance?"

She raised an eyebrow but smirked, placing her hand in his. "Just don't step on my feet."

They swayed to the rhythm, surrounded by floating candles and couples dancing. For a moment, amidst the magic, it was just the two of them.

As they moved in sync with the music, Utaha glanced around, noting the admiring looks Arthur received. "People seem to like you a lot here," she remarked. "It's almost like you're a celebrity."

Arthur chuckled. "Well, you know the plot of the Harry Potter books, right?"

Utaha nodded. "I do."

Arthur grinned. "I basically ended the whole plot in the fourth year by killing Voldemort."

Utaha froze mid-step, her grip tightening slightly. She wasn't shocked that he had changed the story—but that he had killed someone.

Arthur noticed Utaha's stunned expression, her steps faltering slightly as she processed his words. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a warm embrace, pressing a reassuring kiss to her forehead.

"Not all worlds are like yours," he murmured softly. "Some are black, some are white, but most of them are gray. It all depends on the shade."

Utaha slowly relaxed in his arms, her fingers gripping the fabric of his suit. "That sounds like something only a world traveler like you would say," she whispered.

As they swayed to the rhythm, Utaha rested her head against Arthur's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His arms tightened around her just slightly, as if anchoring her in the moment.

"Yes, I've killed," Arthur admitted, his voice low but firm. "But never innocent people. I've slain demons, the undead, even dragons… but not because I enjoy it. I don't seek out violence, Utaha. Sometimes, in certain worlds, it's necessary to protect others."

Utaha exhaled softly. "You don't need to justify yourself to me."

Arthur smiled. "I just want you to understand."

Arthur took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he gathered his thoughts. "When I was a kid—around eleven—I used to sell guns to a mafia lord for money," he admitted, his voice calm but carrying the weight of his past. "Back then, I didn't think about others. I only cared about myself and surviving."

Utaha's grip on his hand tightened slightly, but she remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"The man I worked for… he was a mafia boss, but not the kind you'd imagine. Morally, he was a good man. He kept his territory crime-free, protected the people under his watch. They did illegal things, sure, but I never saw them harm an innocent person. They were too busy handling their own business to terrorize the weak."

He let out a small chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "Looking back, I don't know if I was just naïve or if I truly believed that what they did wasn't all bad. But I learned that the world isn't just black and white—it's mostly gray. And sometimes, people you think are villains aren't as evil as the world makes them out to be."

Utaha looked at Arthur, her expression unreadable as she processed his words. "So, you really have seen all kinds of people, haven't you?" she finally said.

Arthur nodded. "I have. Some of the worst, some of the best. And everything in between."

She rested her head against his chest as they continued dancing. "Do you regret any of it?"

Arthur thought for a moment before replying, "Some things, yes. But not everything. If I hadn't lived that life, I wouldn't be who I am today."

Utaha sighed softly. "I guess that makes sense. But still… an eleven-year-old selling weapons to a mafia boss? That's insane."

Arthur chuckled. "Well, my life has never exactly been normal."

She tilted her head up to look at him. "Clearly. And yet, here we are, dancing at a wedding in the Harry Potter world."

Arthur grinned. "Told you it'd be an unforgettable experience."

Arthur and Utaha continued to dance, savoring the warmth of each other's embrace as the music played softly around them. The moment was peaceful, almost surreal, considering the strange yet fascinating world they were in.

As they danced, Arthur's gaze shifted towards the entrance, where a familiar group of figures entered—Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Slughorn, Lupin and Tonks. Recognizing them instantly, Arthur smiled and gently pulled away from Utaha. "Come on, let's go say hi."

They made their way toward the newly arrived professors. Arthur greeted Dumbledore and McGonagall with a polite nod before turning to Slughorn, whom he hadn't met before. "Professor Slughorn, I presume?" he said, extending a hand.

Slughorn, a stout man with a jovial expression, beamed at him. "Ah, Arthur Wayne! I've heard quite a bit about you from young Harry." He shook Arthur's hand firmly. "And you must be Miss Kasumigaoka, yes? Quite a lovely couple, I must say."

'The hell how fast does gossip spread.'

Utaha blinked at the unexpected compliment but maintained her composure, offering a polite smile. "Thank you, Professor."

Arthur chuckled. "I hear you took over as Head of Slytherin after I left. How's that going?"

Slughorn let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, quite well, quite well! Though, I must say, the stories I've heard about you make me wonder what it would have been like to have you in my house. You'd have made quite the talented Slytherin."

Arthur smirked. "Who says I wouldn't have taken over?"

Lupin chuckled at that. "Well, considering how much trouble you and Harry got into, I'm sure you would have."

McGonagall sighed. "Let's not encourage that thought."

The group shared a lighthearted laugh, and Arthur took the opportunity to introduce Utaha properly, explaining that she was a writer from Japan. Slughorn, being the enthusiast for connections, seemed particularly interested.

As the conversation flowed, Arthur glanced at Utaha, who was quietly observing everything. He could tell she was fascinated, even if she wouldn't outright admit it.

Leaning slightly toward her, he whispered, "Enjoying the magic so far?"

Utaha gave him a small smirk. "It's not bad. But let's see if this night gets even more interesting."

Arthur grinned. "Oh, I have no doubt it will."

As Arthur scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar figure—Tonks, her vibrant hair toned down to a soft lavender, cradling a small bundle in her arms. A warm smile spread across his face as he nudged Utaha and gestured toward her.

"Come on, there's someone I'd like you to meet," he said.

As they approached, Tonks looked up and immediately brightened. "Arthur Wayne! I was wondering when you'd show up."

Arthur chuckled. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And this little guy must be Teddy, huh?"

Tonks beamed, adjusting the baby slightly so Arthur and Utaha could get a better look. "Yep! Say hi to your honorary uncle, Teddy."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Honorary uncle, huh? No one told me I signed up for that position."

A familiar voice joined in, "Too late. It's a lifetime appointment."

Arthur turned to see Remus Lupin approaching with a rare, contented smile. He looked more at ease than Arthur had ever seen him, the exhaustion in his eyes tempered by something softer—hope, maybe.

Arthur extended a hand, which Lupin shook firmly. "Good to see you, Professor."

Lupin chuckled. "Remus is fine. I think we've moved past formalities."

Utaha, standing beside Arthur, smiled as she observed the interaction. "He's adorable," she said, peering at the tiny infant wrapped snugly in a blue blanket.

"Oh! Where are my manners?" Arthur said, motioning toward Utaha. "This is Utaha Kasumigaoka, my girlfriend."

Tonks' eyes gleamed mischievously as she gave Arthur a knowing look before turning to Utaha. "Well, well, finally found someone who can keep up with you, huh? Pleasure to meet you, Utaha."

Utaha smirked. "Likewise. Though I have to ask—does he always collect strange titles like 'Honorary Uncle' without realizing it?"

Tonks burst into laughter. "Oh, you have no idea."

Arthur sighed dramatically. "Great, two people ganging up on me. This is my worst nightmare."

Utaha and Tonks shared an amused glance before Arthur shook his head, chuckling. He then turned his attention back to baby Teddy, gently brushing a finger against the infant's tiny hand.

"He's got his dad's hair," Arthur noted softly.

Lupin chuckled. "Yes, though we're expecting that to change as soon as he figures out how to use his Metamorphmagus abilities."

Arthur grinned. "Can't wait to see what kind of trouble he gets into."

Tonks let out a breath and smirked. "Oh, he'll be a handful, no doubt. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Arthur met her gaze and gave her a reassuring nod. "He's lucky to have you both."

For a moment, there was a quiet understanding between them, then Tonks grinned. "Enough of the serious stuff—tell me, Arthur, have you caused any trouble since you got here?"

Utaha raised an eyebrow. "That's a lie."

Tonks burst into laughter again, and Arthur sighed. "Yep, definitely my worst nightmare."

Arthur glanced back at Utaha and Tonks, who were already deep in conversation, before turning his attention to an elderly figure seated nearby. With his signature half-moon spectacles and a knowing twinkle in his eyes, Albus Dumbledore sat observing the festivities, a gentle smile on his face.

Arthur made his way over and took a seat beside him. "Enjoying the wedding, Professor?" he asked with a smirk.

Dumbledore chuckled. "Very much so, my dear boy. It is always heartwarming to witness love being celebrated. And you? I see you've brought a companion."

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, Utaha. She's… special to me."

Dumbledore gave him a knowing look. "Ah, young love. A most precious and powerful thing. Tell me, Arthur, how have your journeys been treating you?"

Arthur leaned back slightly, exhaling. "Complicated, as always. I've seen incredible things, met amazing people… but it's a lot to take in sometimes."

Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Such is the burden of those who walk extraordinary paths. But you seem to be managing it well."

Arthur chuckled. "That depends on how you define 'well.'"

The old wizard's eyes twinkled. "Well enough to keep moving forward, which is all that truly matters."

Arthur let those words sink in for a moment before shaking his head with a small grin. "You always have a way with words, don't you, Professor?"

Dumbledore smiled. "One of the few benefits of old age, my dear boy. Experience lends itself to wisdom… or at least, the illusion of it."

Arthur laughed, feeling a rare sense of peace in the moment. He wasn't sure why, but sitting here, talking with Dumbledore again, made everything feel just a little bit lighter.

As the wedding festivities wound down, the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the Burrow in a warm glow. Guests began bidding their farewells, laughter and chatter filling the air as the joyous occasion reached its conclusion.

Arthur, standing beside Utaha, turned to her with a small smirk. "So, did you enjoy yourself?"

Utaha crossed her arms and gave him a playful look. "Hmm, let's see… I got to meet wizards, witness actual magic, dance at a wedding in a world that technically shouldn't exist, and learn that my boyfriend casually ended an entire book series' plot. Yeah, I'd say it was an interesting experience."

Arthur chuckled. "So, that's a yes?"

Utaha sighed dramatically. "Fine. Yes, I had fun. Happy now?"

Arthur grinned. "Very."