Harry was more nervous than he was when he faced Voldemort for the last time. But this was something more life changing than the darkest wizard of all time trying to kill you. This was Harry James Potter's wedding day.

The sun shone fabulously over the Burrow. A summer breeze warmed all the guests and sweetened the air and there was not a cloud to be seen. The numerous guests were under a magnificent white tent, with blood red roses and white lilies sprouting from the base of each seat. There were doves above the altar enchanted to drop buckets of purple flowers on the couple after they said "I Do."


Harry was fretting. Was his shirt too tight? Did his cufflinks match his robes? Hermione had brought him some Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, and for the first time in his twenty two years of life, his hair finally lay flat. His best man, Ron Weasley, was lying on the bed in their shared room.

"Why are you worried mate? It's all gonna go great."

This was not what Harry wanted to hear.

"Worried! I'm a bit more than worried. This is the start of the rest of my life and I'm not sure if I'm ready!"

Ron's face transformed from his usual laid back tone into a hard look.

"You're not having doubts about my sister are you? 'Cause if you are, I WILL kill you. She loves you more than anything in the world, even I can see that."

"Obviously not." Harry snapped back. "I love her with all my heart, but it's all the preparations. What do I say? How do I act? It's easy for you to say, lying there. You've never been married!"

Ron's facial features relaxed. "I'm going to. I just haven't had the time to propose to Hermione…"

"Too chicken?" Harry joked. This earned him a light punch on the arm.

"You're gonna do brilliantly Harry. Now let's get going, before Mum skins us alive."


In Ginny Weasley's room, chaos was erupting. Shoes were accidentally being worn by the wrong owner, and the final preparations were being made to the bride, Ginevra Molly Weasley. After what seemed like an age, they were all ready. Ginny and her two bridesmaids, Hermione and Luna, left to walk down the aisle.


After what seemed like an age, Ginny walked down the aisle to meet Harry. In his eyes, Ginny's dress was stunning. It was silk and had a lot of layers to it. It had drapes of silk with little flowers being the focal point of the dress. Harry thought it brought out her long red hair, which was expertly curled and put up in a bun. Her long veil, which was longer than her dress, trailed behind her. She was strikingly beautiful always, but Harry would never forget how she looked. In his opinion, she was the most divine woman in the world.

"What have you done with your hair?" she whispered. Ginny ruffled his silky black hair, making it look like it had for the whole of his life. "That's better," she murmured, giving him a dazzling smile that put all of her love and affection for the man she was about to marry into it.

The ceremony seemed to last ten seconds, and Harry almost forgot to take the vows because he couldn't take his eyes off of his beautiful bride that never ceased to amaze him.

"I Do," said Ginny, with a smile. Harry sighed. He passionately kissed his bride as the pure white doves dropped the flower petals over them, and his beautiful Ginny was now his wife. Now all they had to get through was the elaborate reception Mrs Weasley had put together.