Disclaimer: I am not a part of or related to the Harry Potter corp., the publishing, or JKR herself.
This is my second story so I would appreciate it if you could read and review so I can make it better and know what my readers are thinking about my writings. Also, I prefer to write in short sections and am not good at (but working on) fluff so give me a chance to get warmed up.
I look down the aisle and see him, then clutch tighter to my father's arm. This is the day I have been imagining since I was ten and first laid eyes on him. How did I get lucky enough to have him love me back in the same deep, eternal love that I have for him? The music starts and it's our cue, but I don't think that I'm ready. I am ready to be his wife, but not ready to pass those chairs. Passing them for me is accepting that their deaths are real in a way. It was my idea actually. A white chair on the end of each aisle adorned with a gold sash and a simple muggle picture of the person who should have been there, but is not. We are walking, my father and I, passing Colin Creevey then Cedric, Alastor Moody, and Hedwig, who is every bit as important to our lives as the actual humans represented. I am getting even more emotional as we get to the next row up where Ted Tonks's chair is placed next to the one holding his wife. I pass the row of chairs holding my family and the chair on the end where Fred should be sitting. I bring dad to a stop and pull a rose out of my bouquet. Tears start falling as I place it on his chair. I don't know how I can pass this row, let alone the next, but I meet Harry's eyes and see his tears as well, and know that we will get through it together. I continue forward until I am even with the front row. It is empty, but I know they are all there, Lily and James, Remus and Tonks, Sirius, Dobby, Snape, and Professor Dumbledore. Dad hugs me and then my hand meets Harry's and I'm safe. I hand my flowers to Hermione and stand to face the man of my dreams. We vow to honor, love, and cherish each other for all time, and then are pronounced husband and wife entwined together for all time. We kiss for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter.