Waking up in my bed with Harrys arms wrapped around me I felt like secure and loved. No other words described it; we felt like nothing was wrong with the world in that moment on a sunday morning. We were treated to the incessent chatter of the birds singing just for us in perfect harmony, they were better than any choir or professional that I have ever heard, the totally unrehearsed yet perfectly harmonising sounds of nature. Just as I thought my life couldn't feel so complete, he leaned over to me and whispered gently in my ear three simple words: "I love you." The birds ended in a dramatic crescendo on that note and the world was silent, waiting for my reply, which was invariably "more than life itself."
As I said those oh-so-familiar words, Harry pulled out his wand and performed an unreciognisable charm on the ceiling to make it so that we could see the majestic rise of the sun. He turned to me with love radiating from his eyes and whispered so quietly I could barely hear "This rising sun represents us, banishing the dark from this world and rising up from it to shine brighter than before. I am not promising that it will never be dark again but know that as long as you love me then this sun will always rise once more." He ran a finger down my face to catch the stray tears before he leant over to his bed-side table, opened the drawer and pulled out a small black velvet box with a bow wrapped around it that matched the exact shade of his brilliant eyes. The bewildered look on my face must have given me away as he climbed out of bed, got down on one knee and said to me "Ginny; you are the half of my whole, a part of my soul and the woman I love. Will you marry me?" I choked back tears and replied quite simply "yes".
I wondered what would happen if I cast expecto patronum now. At the exact moment the thought crossed my mind, my otter patronus and Harry's stag glided through the air towards us before both changing before our very eyes, to something neither of us expected; two of the brightest, most luminescent doves circled each other above our heads as he took me in his arms and kissed me. We both poured emotions into that kiss that neither one would be able to express fully with mere words as they simply hadn't yet been invented and I highly doubted that anyone ever would. It was perfect, as I looked into Harry's eyes I could see my future mapped out: little girls with red hair and almon-shaped green eyes swimming in our pool in summer. Or perhaps boys with deep chocolate eyes and untamable raven-coloured hair playing Quiddich with the family. Either way, I knew in the serenity of that moment that I would move heaven and earth for that future.
