Disclaimer: I am not JKR, I do not own Harry Potter or his universe
I am also not a professional writer like JKR. I have dyslexia, and I struggle with writing. There will probably be mistakes since i have a hard time spotting them. Please enjoy the story and try to ignore any mistakes.
I hope you enjoy my story.
Harry felt like the luckiest man alive. He watched as his wife-to-be walked down the petal-covered aisle to him. She wore an elegant white beaded ball gown. Being the only daughter of the Weasley's, the family had gone all out for their wedding. Harry could not take his eyes off of her. Her red hair was elegantly pulled up into a bun, and a delicate tiara graced her head. She was beautiful.
He could not believe this was happening. There had been a point in his life when he had thought his dreams would never come true. But here was his angel walking toward him. She had been the one to help him pull his life together after the war, and now, they finally were getting married.
He paid no attention to what was said during the ceremony. He could not take his eyes off of his beautiful bride. He was at least able to say his part, although he had to be poked in the back by his best man to be reminded that it was his turn to speak.
Finally the time came for him to kiss his bride. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a warm deep kiss. He reluctantly let go, knowing there would be time for more of that later.
He could not help but smile the whole night. He watched his wife glide around, greeting their guests. The party was huge. Everyone wanted to celebrate with the happy couple. As the party started to wind down, Harry and Ginny shared one more dance before they were to leave for their honeymoon.
"I am the luckiest man alive." Harry whispered in her ear. She smiled up at him and gave him a peck on the lips.
"I love you Harry. I promise I will always be with you." She gently laid her head on his shoulder and the two of them enjoyed this quiet moment together.
Harry stood by the tombstone and felt abandoned once again. It seemed to be his curse to be constantly left behind by those he loved. He stared at the smooth marble, barely able to read the name on it through his tear filled eyes. Although he knew that he had plenty of loved ones still around him, he felt completely alone without her. He did not hear any of the words said about his wife, he just stood there staring.
Finally people started to depart, and Harry started to look around. Most of his colleagues and those who had worked with Ginny left quickly. Their friends from Hogwarts hung back for a bit, some coming up and offering their condolences to him, others just nodding from afar giving him his space.
He saw the Weasley family huddled close to the matriarch of the family. After all, Molly had now buried two of her children, something no mother should ever have to do. She leaned on her frail husband, while the five remaining brothers stood around them to make sure they were alright. It had been hard on all of them to bury the youngest of their family.
Most of the grandchildren and their spouses stood with their mothers close by, except for his own three children, who of course now did not have a mother to take comfort from. He found Teddy amongst the large group. He stood protectively next to Victoire, who was far along in her third pregnancy. He finally spotted his three children huddled close together. He knew that he should be with them, comforting them, however at this moment he could not pull himself to do so.
He turned once again to the place where his wife was laid to rest. His eyes filled with tears again. What was he going to do without his angel?
"Daddy, Grandma said that we should be going to the dinner." Lily said gently to her father. He turned and looked at his eighteen year old daughter. She wore a simple black dress, not quiet weather appropriate for the late spring weather. Her dark auburn hair was pulled up in a ponytail, very much like her mother always wore her hair. Harry smiled weakly at his daughter and gave her a nod.
Right behind his daughter stood James and Albus, both watching their father with concern. James, who had grown to be taller than his father, had his arms wrapped around his young wife. The two of them had decided to marry sooner then they had planned in order to have Ginny there. Albus, who was the spitting image of his father, came up next to Lily. Harry noticed, that although he was wearing a very nice suit, he was still wearing his ragged trainers that he always wore.
"Are you coming dad? I don't think you should Apparate alone. You should come with one of us," his green eyes watching his father carefully.
"I will just be a minute kids." Harry turned back to the tombstone. He suddenly felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his shoulders. He looked up to find Hermione.
"I will make sure he makes it there safely." She quietly told the three grown kids. They nodded and slowly walked to where they would Apperate. Once they had left, Harry realized that they were the last two at the gravesite. He was reminded of a time when the two of them stood not far from here at another gravesite. Back then, he had been young and stupid, and yet she had stood by him anyways as he had mourned his parents. Now here they were nearly thirty years later, and she was still by his side, comforting him.
She did not push him to leave, but just stood quietly by him. Finally Harry stepped closer to the tombstone, conjured up a beautiful bouquet of flower and laid them on his wife's grave. Hermione gave a small smile, recognizing the assortment of flowers that Ginny had used for her wedding bouquet.
"Lets go before they send a search party out for me."
