"No matter what may happen in this world, in this life, I will always be here for you."

Author's Note: I guess I have to do this. I don't own Harry Potter, i'm no J.K. Rowling. However, the story of Skylar White, the OC in this particular story, is all my lovely handiwork, yes. Credit goes to Lucy as well, for giving me her version of Victoire's Storyline, which is what inspired the writing of this entire story. Enjoy!

The sound of the chiming church bells in the cool, crisp morning air was a pleasant sound to the ear. The birds cheeped along in harmony as a group of close friends travelled up the green landscape up to the large, beautifully decorated building. Flower petals were scattered across the way, and Skylar White was instantly reminded of the ceremonial white flower which must be worn for the wedding day.

The wedding day. A day he had been both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. His coal black, fitted suit hugged his figure nicely, and his hair was neatly tidied up with the help of a little hair gel, a comb and a lot of patience. Though, he had made sure to keep its curly state, for she told him that its what made him, him. He double checked that his tie was in place as he traversed up the stone steps and entered the church building.

Inside there was a burst of colourful decorations: Shades of red, cream and white surrounded the area, just as he had imagined it to be. The flowers were placed throughout the benches and the walls were perfectly covered and draped with various banners, cloths and other aesthetically pleasing decorations. The stained glass windows added an extra burst of colour to the light, pleasant scene, and before him stood the altar. Though, that was not his place to be just yet.

He made his way through the door which lay to his left, which revealed a long, rather narrow corridor. He began to walk down it, hearing his footsteps echo through the peacefully quiet area. He knew that she would definitely be down here, more than likely getting changed or preparing for her entrance, which he knew would be perfect. She was perfect, after all.

He approached the wooden door which she described to him several times and he knocked twice. Although he wanted to poke his head through immediately, he would always wait for the lady to respond first, and then he would barge through and let her know of his being there later.

"Who is it?" The soft voice said, and instantly the smile bloomed on his face, like the first blossom of spring: sweet and delicate. He let out a small chuckle, checking himself for the fiftieth time before he cleared his dry throat and took a large, much needed breath.

"You know who this is, silly." He replied rather simply, keeping the fresh smile on his face. Instantly, he heard footsteps, her footsteps, come closer and closer to his own self. The door swung open and she revealed herself. The smile grew on her own face as she ran into his own open arms and began to hug him tightly.

"Sky!" She shouted, and as her hug tightened, his own hug tightened with it. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, not wanting to completely ruin her moment of glory, and not exactly wanting to ruin this small moment that he had left with her.

"Vic..." He said, and he pulled away from her to finally look at her. Yup, he was right. Perfect as ever. The dress hugged her nicely, flowing right down to cover her feet. It was simple in style, yet the beauty she was made it seem as if the most royal and eloquent of princesses had asked for it to be designed. The lower half of the dress puffed out slightly, and he could see the slight sparkles which came from the various dotted sequins which complimented her pure white dress. Her golden hair flowed down past her shoulders and turned into a light curl as they approached the ends. Her tinted light pink cheeks complimented her natural rosebud lips, which still remained curved at the ends. Never had he seen such a beauty.

"You look amazing." He concluded, and instantly she giggled. She placed a hand on his cheek and she ran it right over his face, as if she was judging. After a few lingering moments, her hand ceased to make contact.

"You shaved, Sky." She giggled out as her hand ruffled against his hair. "And you kept your curly hair!" She practically grinned and he could not help but grin right back at her. Her smile was the most beautiful thing about her. When she smiled, it was worth the fights, it was worth the pain he suffered, the pain of any suffering, actually. She was perfect, even after all of this time, she was still perfect.

"Vic?" He began again, and she looked at him with a beaming curiosity in her eyes, as she always had done when he began to talk. He wondered how he would even bring himself to say it. What could Skylar do, to show her how much she meant to him before they had to depart, even for a short time?

"Yes, Sky?" She replied, and the reply was enough. He brought a hand to her face and brushed away a stray piece of hair, as they always had done for each other. Well, as he had always done for her. He cared about her a lot, and even on this wedding day he would not let that care go away.

"I, I..." The sound of voices hit his ears, calling for his name. He sighed and then leaned in to kiss her cheek, albeit lightly, before pulling away again and offering her his usual wide smile. "I have to go." He waved to her as he watched her walk back into the room, though they both kept eye contact on each other until one of them reached the door first. Of course, it was Skylar.

"C'mon mate... you're up in a bit!" Was all he heard, and his heart began to beat violently. Everyone would be there. Everyone would be watching him and her, and he would just have to stand there. Again, he checked his flower, getting a nod of approval from one of the bridesmaids before he approached the doors and waited for his cue.

"Best man, you're up..."

His heart leapt, and he sighed. The doors swung open just as he had finished adjusting his tie, and he walked out into the centre aisle, noticing several million faces, but his eyes were stuck onto the individual male being standing in front of him.

Liam McLaggen, soon to be husband of Victoire Weasley.