Title: For Love and Remembrance
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Challenge/Forum: The Golden Snitch 'Light it Up Like the Fourth' Challenge (Mahoutokoro, House Mizu)
Prompt: (colors) red, white, blue
Word Count: 360
Red
She put the final touches on her hair, swept up in a low chignon with just a few whisps loose near her temples. She'd been ready to scrap the whole thing and throw it up in a ponytail, but Hermione had never failed at anything so Ginny let her try one last time. She had to admit, the final product was worth it. She'd never considered herself a girly-girl—what with six brothers and a career in Quidditch—but today she felt like the princess her dad had always called her. She smiled softly as she thought about him, waiting for her in his dress robes. She couldn't wait to be his little princess one last time.
White
Harry waited as long as he could before turning. When he did, his heart skipped a beat. He knew Ginny was beautiful, but there was something about the moment—with the dress flowing from her waist and the bouquet of crimson poppies she carried and Arthur escorting her, looking every inch the proud father he was—that just magnified her beauty. Harry drank her in, from the lace framing her graceful neck to the cinch of the dress at her waist to the waterfall of silk flowers that cascaded down the side of her skirt and back to the train. Then his eyes traveled back up, green connecting with hazel, and his heart soared when she grinned fiercely.
Blue
The ceremony was short and sweet, with vows they had each written themselves. Hers made him laugh; his made her cry. Ron forgot which pocket he put the ring in, and Hermione rolled her eyes at her fiancé's snafu. There was a wolf whistle at the kiss—either Bill or George—which Molly made a half-hearted attempt to suppress. And Harry was happy—he really was. But the present absence of their missing loved ones colored the day ever-so-slightly, and the tinge of sadness was acutely felt by all when, before walking down the aisle as man and wife, Harry and Ginny laid a single poppy on three empty chairs in the front row.
For family. For remembrance.
A/N: It would have been really easy to fit the prompt colors into this piece, so my person challenge was to use the colors thematically. Just call me Krzysztof Kiesloski.