Walking her down the aisle would have been my proudest moment of my life. Today would have been the day that I give her away to the one man she has always been in love with.

My seventeen year old daughter had fought bravely in the war alongside her friends then was proposed to by her eighteen year old boyfriend of nearly three years right after the war had ended. He did not have a ring like was custom by the purebloods when proposing, but it had been a spur of the moment kind of thing. He had realized how close he had come to losing her and everything he held dear, and he wanted to keep her safe from now on. Though, at the time of proposal, he was seventeen and she was sixteen. If this had been any other boy, or different circumstances, I would have said no, but they knew each since birth, technically speaking, and they went to Hogwarts together in the same house and year. They went through many hardships and came out on top with the help of each other. I felt safe and insured that my daughter's safety and heart would be protected by the man she was in love with and getting married to today.

The Malfoys would take good care of my Maeve. Draco would be an excellent son-in-law to me and an even better husband to my little girl. They were financially secure, not that Maeve cared about money. Merlin knew she had a bunch of money from her grandfather, mother, and I, and she rarely used it unless for school or friends. She would be in a great manor, not the same one that Lucius and Narcissa lived in nor the one her mother and I had lived in during our brief marriage before her untimely death. The two young ones had full ownership of that particular manor after what happened during the war. My soon to be in-laws would have already had a beautiful large manor built for the two lovebirds. But, once again, not something my little Maeve would care about.

No, my Maeve only cared about love right now, as well she should be. She was just like me. Once in love with one person, they are always on your mind no matter what and they have your heart. Though, with her, she is not marrying her best friend because she is in love with another who does not love her back. Her best friend is in love with her as she is in love with him. I watched her passion for him blossom into the beautiful flower it is today. I also had first row seats to Draco's growing desire for her through the years. Those two were in love with each other, and no one, not even Voldemort if he had still been alive, could deny it. Nothing could separate those two.

I was a bit jealous of my daughter's love. Hers was returned at full forced. Yes, my wife loved me when she was alive and I loved her, but my wife knew I would always be in love with my first love. It did not seem to bother her at all, she accepted it and I could not help but to feel as though I were betraying her as my love betrayed me after that fateful afternoon. I was happy for my daughter, though. She would not have to suffer through heartbreak as I did. I am sure she went through enough heartbreak this past year, with camping out all over England with Potter, Granger, and Weasley, not knowing if the young Malfoy boy was still alive or not, and I did not want her to suffer anymore of that. What father would wish that on his own daughter?

Contemplating the whole last year, I wondered how my daughter would cope with all the losses she had undergone. She had lost many people that were dear to her in the war. The Malfoy boy would help her through her hardships, but Maeve was like me sometimes. She would not show her heartbreak all the time, and hide it, like her father. I could only hope that after years of being best friends and lovers would cause Draco to see if anything was wrong that she was not showing.

There was laughter coming in through the windows along with the light breeze and sunshine. I looked out the window to the best of my abilities to see who all was here. Now, from this viewpoint, anyone could only see little people as small as ants, but there was no denying the largest group of red heads to be the Weasley family. All the others, one could only presume who they were. I could not see it, but I knew they were smiling and some in tears. My daughter had insisted on having the wedding near the grave markers of all the fallen from the war. She just smiled saying she wanted all of her friends to be present at the wedding and it would be no fun without them. She got that from her mother. Her outgoing personality caused her to be popular among people in Hogwarts, staff and student alike, yet she was still quiet and reserved like I was.

"Such a beautiful wedding."

I turned my head to face the portrait I knew spoke. Albus Dumbledore just smiled his same age old smile, those blue eyes still sparkling as if he were still alive and not just a painting. He was staring out the window with me, watching all the people mingle and wait for the ceremony to start. I did not say anything to the old headmaster, knowing he would speak more.

"My daughter's daughter is such a wedding planner." he chuckled. "This place was in ruins not even three months ago, and now it is fit for a wedding to take place." He turned his head to face me. "You must be a proud father, as I am a proud grandfather. Such a sweet girl for wanting to invite everyone to her wedding, including the dead."

"Yes." was all I could say. He was right. She was a sweet girl. I could not believe she was my daughter. She has more of her mother in her and she never even met the woman.

The wedding was set and ready to go from the looks of it. All that was missing was the bridal party and the beautiful woman who I should be walking down the aisle. I should be giving her away to Draco. I should be sitting right in front, watching my daughter smile and listening to her vows. But I could not.

The sound of quick footsteps broke me out of my thoughts and I turned towards the door. The stairs leading to the headmaster's office were moving, but not fast enough for the owner in the heels running up them apparently. I heard Dumbledore's portrait chuckle.

"Just like you." was all he said. I assumed he was looking at the door as well, for I would not turn my eyes away from the entrance as it opened. When the door was against the wall completely, the entrance way to the office held a beautiful vision of white.

"Daddy?"