Author's Note: A drabble is a fic of exactly 100 words. I wrote this for a competition somewhere, but then I couldn't find where to enter for the competition, so it languished in my notebooks. Finally, I dredged it up, and present it for you today.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. Possibly Warner's. Probably JKRs. If I'd figured out a way to make money from fanfic, I would have, but I haven't, so I'm not making any with this.
She stands before me now as ever, a vision in purest white, glowing with happiness as she holds out her perfect hands.
She offers me her life, to be joined with mine - forever beloved, forever together - she offers me her heart and soul, her joy and misery, her peace and unrest, her everything...
She offers me her love, bound up in a slim golden band. My heart aches with emotion as I reach towards her.
My trembling hands encounter, now as ever, the cold, harsh glass between us. I turn resolutely away - I watch Harry's departure instead.
Woollen socks indeed...