Harry took Ginny's hand in his own and twisted into nothingness. They had just had dinner at a small restaurant in Hogsmeade, and Harry was taking Ginny back to the Burrow. After their dates, Harry and Ginny would Apparate to the yard of the Weasley home, and Harry would kiss Ginny good night. However, as they appeared seemingly out of nothingness that night, Ginny looked around, bewildered.
"Harry, you must be tired," she said with loving, playful reprimand in her voice. "The Burrow's over there." She pointed to where her home was visible as a silhouette against the night sky with patches of yellow light glowing in the darkness.
"No, I'm fine," Harry replied. "I just..." He let the sentence hang as he pulled Ginny toward himself in an embrace. Ginny sighed and laid her head against his chest. Harry put his cheek against the top of her head, stroking her hair.
They stood that way for a long moment. Then Harry lifted his head but kept an arm around her. With his other hand, he put a finger under her chin and lifted her face until he could look in her eyes. They sparkled with starlight.
"Ginevra Weasley, I love you more than I could ever tell you. Will you marry me?" He didn't get down on one knee. He didn't give her a speech. He didn't pull out flowers. Ginny thought it was perfect. Anything more than what he had done would have been frivolous.
"Yes," she replied simply, conveying everything that couldn't be put into words with her eyes. Then she reached up and kissed him.
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The wedding was held on May 2, 2003. It was a happy occasion, and everyone was bubbling with merriment. But no one could completely hide the sadness in their eyes, the grief for all those they had lost five years ago, the ones who couldn't be there to celebrate with them.
