Author's Note: This is the second installment... tell me what you think! :)
The music swells and she takes a step forward.
God, had she been nervous. She had thought she was going to be sick. She was terrified that James was going to change his mind. She's aware that he loves her very much, but what if it's not as much as she loves him? What if he's finally realized that she's not as perfect as he thinks she is? If there was ever a time for him to speak up, it would be now. It was their wedding, after all.
But she willed herself to calm down, to not jump at every sound that sounded even remotely like a knock as her bridesmaids preened over her. She took a deep breath and told herself that she could do it, that she could take the seven steps forward and turn because he would be there. And she did and he was and it was so wonderful that she'll never be able to accurately describe the feeling.
Now, she's standing beside James and Sirius and Remus and Peter and Alice and Mary and Amy. Dumbledore's talking, his deep voice calming and loving. She looks at James and he's mesmerized. He's in his own world as Dumbledore looks to him.
He takes a breath and his eyes light up and he breaths, "I do."
Dumbledore addresses her and she replies, "I do."
James' fingers dance along the edge of her veil before lifting it up over her face. His fingers trail to her cheek, tilts her chin. He's staring deep into her eyes and once again, she finds herself a little dizzy, falling into an ocean of hazel.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter," he murmurs, his words brushing across her lips. And then he's kissing her, soft and sweet. They're married. She is his wife. He is her husband. They're married.