A/N: Harry Potter and franchise belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not to me . So, please don't sue me.
What if? I have always been one to wonder what ifs. What if I wasn't born? What if I had siblings? What if I wasn't different? I wondered a lot through the years 'what if I can't help Harry?' I know wondering what if doesn't help any, but no matter how hard I try it still pops into my head. What if? Even now I wonder what if? As I stand here in virginal white, ready to walk down the aisle, walk to him. I wonder what if? What if he doesn't love me, or stops loving me? What if he, or worse me, can't go through with this? No! I must stop thinking this way. He loves me, I love him, and today we're getting married. No more what ifs. From now on I shall have faith in the impossible, because my marriage and my love appear to be impossible. Today the impossible becomes possible, today I become Mrs. Hermione Snape.
AN: Thanks for reading my first ever fanfic! Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review, cuz you know you want to.