Harry didn't really care. He wanted the world to know Hermione was his anyway. If only so, when the time came, their enemies would know exactly what they were being slaughtered for. Harry had returned to this mortal plane to marry and protect Hermione. He hadn't had a fucking clue how it was going to happen at the time, but thank the Gods it somehow had. She was his wife now, his soul mate ... and he would burn to ashes the world that threatened her.