A/N: Before we start, in my story, the final battle has NOT taken place yet. Meaning, that certain characters that died in the final book are not dead here. The ones that are dead in my story are Moody, Hedwig, and, sadly, Dobby. Harry is 22, Ginny is 21. Luna is 22, because of that whole age thing about being 11. She's about a year younger than Hermione.

George still has an ear missing.

Guess that's it.

Enjoy!

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Luna Lovegood stared at the alter longingly wandering to herself if she would ever get married. More so, if anyone would ever want to marry her. It wasn't that she thought she was repulsive or not worthy of love, it was just no one had ever shown any interest in her.

Her light purple maid-of-honor dress was draped elegantly on her thin frame, but somehow made her look depressed and lonely despite the bright smile shining on her face. Was she really that obvious? That she was the one that wanted this to be her special day?

As a distraction, she looked at the white and pink bouquet of roses she was holding for Ginny and sighed for what seemed like the billionth time since Ginny and Harry announced their engagement six months previously.

If this were my wedding, she began to think again. She didn't know how many times she had planned this wedding to her personalization; she only knew that it was an unhealthy amount of times. If this were my wedding, she began with renewed vigor; the bridesmaids would wear turquoise dresses that stopped at the knee. I'd wear my mother's wedding dress and I'd carry tiger lilies in my bouquet. Harry would-

"Luna!" someone's voice cut off her train of thought. "So glad I found you. Harry wants to see you."

At the mention of Harry, Luna snapped out of her reverie. Glancing up she saw red hair. He wasn't tall enough to be Ron, so she looked on both sides of his head. George, she decided with certainty. He was the only Weasley missing an ear.

"Thanks, I'll go to him," she told the twin, and began walking at a normal pace before turning around. "You look really handsome, George," she said smiling at one of her best friends.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself, Moon-bear," George told her. "One thing, though." He walked over to her and put a lock of hair behind her ear. "You could've been blinded by your hair."

"Thanks, George!" she said as she walked away at a fast pace for a dreamer like herself.

Moments later she found herself in front of the tent where Harry was getting ready.

"Harry?" she called. "You wanted to see me?"

The tent flap opened and Harry's hand appeared. He grabbed Luna's wrist and tugged her into the tent. When Luna was able to steal a glance at Harry, she saw nervousness and panic etched on his young face.

"What's up?" she asked gently.

"I can't do this. I picked the wrong person," Harry whispered as if he were a child that just got cornered while in the midst of stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

"Hmm," Luna murmured. "Well, that certainly is a predicament you have on your hands."

She looked at the man she had been in love with since she was sixteen years old and drank his appearance in.

He was wearing a tux, of course, with a pink cummerbund the exact same shade as some of the roses in Ginny's bouquet. The pink clashed with his magnificent green eyes that currently held a slightly wild look and Luna then realized how worried he actually was.

"So, what do you mean 'I picked the wrong one'?" she asked after about five minutes of silence.

"I mean that I shouldn't have asked Ginny to marry me. I'm not in love with her. There's someone else. There's always been someone else. And I didn't realize it until about twenty minutes ago."

"Oh, my, God, you're in love with Hermione," Luna said.

Harry gave a strained chuckle and said, "No, it's never been Hermione. Ron would kill me if it was."

"Hmm," Luna said contemplatively. "Do I know this girl, assuming it is a girl?"

"Yes, it's a girl, and yes you know her."

"Did she go to Hogwarts?"

He nodded.

"Is she married?"

"No."

"Is she single?"

"Yes."

"Was she in your year?"

"No."

"Was she in your house?"

He shook his head.

Luna faltered for a moment seeing how close Harry was to her. There might have been half a foot separating them. "Is…is it Cho?"

"No. But you are getting close."

Luna seemed stumped. Then she blinked twice, one time after the other. It was the first time she had blinked so much.

Harry waited.

Luna pointed to herself uncertainly. "Me?"

And then, miraculously, Harry James Potter nodded.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: This story isn't going to be ages long. Maybe 5-8. Possibly less. It will have romance, action, and tragedy. Sorry if that's not your cup of tea. Leave reviews, I wanna know what y'all think!

And the reason Luna is the same age as Harry is because she was born in September of 1981 in my story. And since you have to be 11 to go to Hogwarts, she'd have to wait another year to go, like Hermione and Ron did, because you must be 11, not 10 turning 11.

Peace everybody.

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