A/N - Written for the Mini Golf game at the Hogwarts Fair on HPFC. Each chapter had its own prompt. Title is unashamedly stolen from the movie of the same name.
1 - Write a fic in first person POV in 30 minutes. Writing time - 28 minutes.
Just Enough Light
I fiddled with the scoop neckline of my dress, wishing again that I hadn't let Parvati talk me into this particular one. It did cover some of the scars, but the largest one that wrapped up the side of my neck to just below my ear was completely visible. My hand itched toward my wand, wanting to cast the glamour that I normally wore, but I resisted.
Seamus had gone along with everything I had asked for the wedding. His only request was that I not cover my scars. As hard as it was and as much as it pained me, I had agreed. I was already forcing the poor man to get married at night, outside, with as few as people present as possible for Merlin's sake. He had convinced me to let him take care of everything related to the ceremony. I was a little nervous, but I did trust him.
Parvati came back into the room and smiled at me. I tried to smile back, but I knew it looked forced.
"Hey, it's your wedding day, not a funeral," she joked. "Come on Lav, it's going to be fine, trust me." I nodded. "Are you ready?"
"Not really," I admitted. Parvati cocked her head in question. I sat down on the chaise in my childhood bedroom. We were having the wedding in the clearing in the woods behind my parents' house. Parvati sat down beside me and put an arm around my shoulders.
"It's not Seamus is it?" she asked.
"Of course not," I replied. "It's just," I trailed off and sighed.
"People are going to be looking at you," she finished. I put my head in my hands.
"Gods, I'm pathetic," I said.
"You're not," she assured me. "But they're your friends, Lav."
"I know," I said.
"Come on then." She tried to pull me to my feet, but I wouldn't budge. Sighing, she told me to wait and left the room.
A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door.
"Come in," I called.
"Can't," Seamus said from behind the closed door. "Bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, isn't it?"
"Seamus!" I exclaimed.
"What's the matter love?" he asked. "Don't you want to marry me?" He was joking, but there was an undercurrent of something that I couldn't name in his voice. I rose from the bed and walked to the door, placing my palm against it.
"You know that I do," I replied. I rested my forehead against the door as well.
"Well, it might be a wee bit difficult to do that if you're in here behind a closed door and I'm outside," Seamus reminded me. I chuckled softly.
"I just," I paused and bit my lip. "I'm scared."
"They're your friends love," he said quietly immediately understanding.
"I know, but they've never seen," I said. "They don't know. Except Parvati and Bill and Fleur," Bill and Fleur Weasley had become good friends to both of us, having been through the same thing I had with Fenrir. They were the ones that had convinced me to let Seamus see me the first time my bandages came off. Otherwise we might not even be here today.
"Listen to me Lav," Seamus said and I could imagine him standing in the same position I was in on the other side of the door. "We all have scars, they just don't always show. You just have a testament to how brave you are, how hard you fought. Not just in the battle, but to come back from it afterwards." I sniffed and squeezed my eyes shut tight so as not to let the tears fall. Parvati would kill me if I ruined my make-up.
"Now will you come out and marry me?" he asked. I nodded then laughed when I realized he couldn't see me.
"Yes," I said and I opened the door. He looked surprised.
"What about the bad luck?" he asked.
"Sod luck," I said and then I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. He grinned at me and took my hand and led me downstairs and out into the back garden.
I gasped when I saw it. The path to the clearing was lined with dozens of jars, Hermione's bluebell flames inside every single one. The trees above were decorated with fairy lights. I could see all of our friends gathered around the small aisle in the clearing and each of them held a lit candle. There was still enough darkness that we would be in shadow, but also just enough light.
Seamus looked at me nervously and I smiled. He grinned back.
"It's beautiful," I whispered. "I love you Seamus Finnegan."
"I love you Lavender Brown." And then he kissed me again.