The son of a werewolf and the daughter of a Veela.
My godfather, Harry, thought that it was the ultimate prank against the uptight purebloods in the ministry.
My godmother, Ginny thought that it was a breeding disaster waiting to happen – er, yeah, you'll have to forgive her, she was raised a pureblood.
The guys thought that I was a lucky bastard. I'll be inclined to agree with them there.
I swear that her parents thought that I was the Messiah or something. With all of the discrimination against her, I can't blame them.
I think that she is an angel and that I am unworthy to behold her. She says that I've got it backwards.
All in all, as I watched her father lead her down the aisle, all that I can think is that I am never letting her go.
Ever.