Harry kept catching himself wanting to reach up and fuss with his newly red, shorter hair, or adjust glasses that weren't actually there, just now. He had them tucked in a pocket of his robes, just in case, but it was just weird, having them off and seeing fine.
It felt weird to just stand about at a party after what they'd found, but Harry didn't want to take away from the wedding at all. He was trying to stay out of the way of most people. The family all knew who he was, but to the rest he was just a Weasley cousin - red-haired appearance stolen from a muggle bloke. He was about two inches taller, too. That part at least he could get used to.
He saw Hermione looking at him and gave her a wry smile and a shrug. They were all right. For now, at least. Harry had seen Ron scowling too. At least Ron was entertaining.