The day their lives changed forever:
It was a beautiful Spring day: daffodils rising out the ground, their flowers bursting into bloom, an almost clear blue sky, the water in the pond rippling lazily in the slight breeze – all in all, it was perfect. Harry James Potter was stood upon an ancient stone bridge, staring at the spread of land before him, the fields spreading out farther and farther, before turning into new fields, until everything became a line upon the horizon and Harry could see no further.
Next to Harry stood a girl. A girl with long, beautiful hair collected at the back of her head, held together by grips, the rest cascading down her head. She was stood facing out to the far end of the lake, her eyes boring into the distance. Harry moved to place one hand at the small of her back; little did he know that the same thing had happened precisely 22 years ago, to the very day. On this same bridge, on this same date, James Potter proposed to his girlfriend Lily Evans, just like on this day: 2nd March 2000, was the aim of Harry Potter.
As Harry placed his hand on her back, the girl smiled, and turned her face towards him for a kiss. She didn't know why Harry had brought her here. She could only imagine.
With a sudden burst of agility, Harry moved from the back of the girl he loved, to the side, spinning her around with him, so he was facing her. He then slowly lowered himself onto his left knee, carefully (his knees hadn't been the same since the entanglement with Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest 3 years previously) and said:
"My love, my true love, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife for eternity?", the exact same word spoke by James to Lily, in the exact same spot.
The joy in the girl's eyes was unexplainable: she accepted, and as Harry placed the ring on her finger, she swept him up in a hug to last the world gone by. Moving in sequence with his father, taking every step the same, every slight movement; Harry brought out his wand, and from the end produced roses, red roses, a dozen wrapped in the finest tissue paper and passed them to his fiancée.
Lily and the girl were weeping simultaneously. They loved their fiancé so much and couldn't wait to be Mrs Potter; old and new together, in sequence, they disapparate off to their homes, and that is where the golden thread ends.
Hope you liked – this was a bit random, and I guess it's not brilliant but rarely anything is, right!
Still I'd appreciate it if you (the few who read it) reviewed!
Vicky xx