POV Ginny
Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Every little girls dream come true. I of all girls was going to marry the boy who lived. The infamous Harry Potter. My child hood crush. So why wasn't I exited? Why wasn't I jumping out of bed running around making sure everything was perfect like Hermione did the day she married my brother Ron? Something just didn't seem right to me.
I love Harry. I know I do. He was my first real love. After the war we spent all our free time together. When he proposed the day I finished healer school no one was surprised. Least of all me. But the second I said "yes" something was different. I didn't love him less but I also didn't love him more like I was told I would. The feeling of knowing you'd be with someone your whole life never came to me.
I had to push these thoughts out of my head. It was my wedding day after all and I had to get ready, even if something was nagging at me. A year of planning had gone into this one day and I was not going to waist the few hours I had staying in bed trying to figure this out. I had to get ready so I pushed myself out of my child hood bed with its fading pink comforter and warn matters and went to the bathroom across the hall.
I intended to enjoy a long hot shower before submitting myself to Hermione and Fleur for my wedding hair and makeup. It wasn't often growing up that I would get a long shower let alone a hot one. With so many brothers I was lucky to get 5 minutes of hot water. I was happy that I was the only kid left at home. More often then not lately I did get the hot showers that I like so much. Apparently I spent a little to much time reflecting on my childhood in the Burrow because mum was banging on the door telling me to hurry up or id be late or my own wedding. She couldn't let that happen to her own daughter.
With a sigh I got out and dried off. I went back to my room but only long enough to put on my slip and head down to my mum and dads room which had turning into wedding headquarters. As I walking in I say Fleur putting the finishing touches on mums hair. She looks stunning. As soon as mum was dun it was my turn. Fleur put my hair in an elaborate up do with curls and brads. It was just stunning. Then it was Hermione's turn with me. She put more makeup on me in this one sitting then I think I had worn in the whole rest of my life. Everything was so crazy I didn't even have time to figure out why I had felt so off.
It took over an hour for both the girls to be happy with there hand work which meant it was finally time to put on the dress. I was using the dress and my something old. I had been my mums with a few minor adjustments seeing as I am a lot smaller then she was. Mum started crying as soon and she was zipping up the back of the dress. She always cried when any of us got married. I slipped into my blue flats, so something blue was covered and I really hated high heels. Fleur lent me a sting of pearls that he mother had given her the day she married my older brother Bill. Something borrowed. Check.
Now I just needed my something new. It was at that moment that my brother George knocked on the door.
"Mum can I have a few minuets alone with Ginny? I want to give her her wedding present. I promise she won't be late."
"Oh all right. I was enjoying our last bit of girl time before the wedding but ok. Your father will be up in 5 minuets you be finished up by then. You can't be late on your own wedding day."
The second the door was such George jumped on the bed beside where I was sitting making me almost bounce off the side. What did I really expect from my big goof of a brother? He always new how to make me smile. As soon as we stopped laughing he pulled out a small silver box from his pocket and handed it to me. With a box this beautiful I couldn't even imagine what was inside. When I opened it I was the most beautiful gold locket I had ever seen. It was old looking. Oval with flowers engraved all over it. When I opened up the locked I saw that on once side "LOVE" was engraved in a very familiar hand writing. On the other side was a picture of Fred, George and myself on my 17th birthday. Only a few months before Fred was killed in the war. It was the last picture of the three of us ever taken.
"Fred had gotten you this back right after the war started. He was planning to give it to you as a gift when you finished school. I tried finding it once he died to give to you but I couldn't find it. Knowing him he probably put a spell on it to only come out of hiding when it was meant to go to you. I found it on my desk this morning. I think its his was of making it to your wedding. And now you also have your something knew."
With tears in my eyes I thanked him. Well I hugged him but that's all I could do without bursting into tears and having Hermione get made for ruining my makeup.
"I love you Ginny. Always remember that no matter what happens you can come to me. I know I'm a goof and a little crazy but I'm still your big brother."
It was at that moment that my dad decided to open the door. That meant that it was Showtime. Time to get married. Everything was a bit of a blur after we started walking down the stairs. All of a sudden I was standing in front of all my family and friends holding Harry's hand and he said "I do".
Then the priest turned to me and said the vows. "For better or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poor for this life and those to come."
I knew what I was suppose to say. I was supposed to say "I do" then he would you "you can now kiss your bride." But when I opened my mouth that's not what came out. Instead I said "I'm sorry I cant"