1.
"We wanted to talk to you," Ginny said.
Fat white snowflakes fell past the window. Harry stared at the drifting cloud, feeling that even his friends were against him.
"I didn't want anyone to talk to me." He wanted to be outside in the snow, by himself. Alone.
"Well, that was a bit stupid of you." The snow was piling in thick, white drifts against the trees and houses of Grimmauld Place. He could crawl inside and scoop out a little home, like an Eskimo.
"…Seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels."
He spun around, thoughts of the igloo retreat all gone. "I forgot."
"Lucky you."
2.
Harry lay beside the lake and looked up at the sky. Beside him, Ginny fell back on the grass, and one long piece of red hair twitched against his face. His hand fumbled across the distance between them until it found hers.
"That cloud looks like a Snitch," Ginny said, pointing up.
Harry followed the line of her freckled arm, to where an unidentifiable white blob was drifting along.
"No way."
She giggled. "A flying carpet?"
She brought their joined hands to her face, and kissed each of his fingers in turn.
He looked up at the clouds above him and smiled.
"If you say so."
3.
The tomb that enclosed Dumbledore's body was white marble, sealed with white flame and white smoke.
Harry sat very still and watched it all happen, as hot tears slid down his cheeks. Afterwards, he looked to Ginny, sitting beside him. She met his eyes calmly with her own, and in them he saw strength and determination.
There was only one thing that he could do now, but he knew in his heart that she would accept it.
And so he took a deep breath and said goodbye, and when he walked away he left her there, staring at the white tomb.
4.
When he awoke in the bed at St. Mungo's, covered by a stark white sheet, she was there. The same determined look was in her brown eyes, although she looked thinner and more worried than he remembered. She was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his life.
He looked up at her, and opened his dry lips to say her name. His voice was rough with disuse, but it did the job.
"Ginny."
Although she had looked strong before, at the sound of her name something seemed to break within her, and tears fell from her eyes.
5.
"Well, Mister Potter," Ginny said, sounding very satisfied with herself.
"Yes, Missus Potter?" Harry asked, a thrill running through him at the sound of those words.
"Are you going to help me out of these robes, or are you just going to stand there and gawk?" She turned around and lifted her fiery red hair, revealing a long row of tiny white buttons all the way down the back of her bridal robes.
Harry stepped toward her eagerly. He began at the top, opening each button slowly and pressing a kiss to the pale, freckled skin beneath after each one.
6.
"Oh Harry, is this it?" Ginny asked, a catch in her voice.
He could only nod in answer.
The house was small and white, with two windows framed by green shutters. Beside the front door sat a round rosebush, dotted here and there with pale white buds.
She leaned forward and unhooked the garden gate, and as it swung open, he took her hand.
Together, they walked hand-in-hand down the path and over the threshold of the little house in Godric's Hollow.