Autumn I

Hermione had always loved autumn. Orange and brown leaves covered every inch of the ground and crackled underfoot, getting caught up in the hem of the long white dress.

She had never expected to get married while this heavily pregnant. They had been planning to wait until after the wedding to get pregnant at all. But the one time she had forgotten to take her potion, it had happened. And much as she hated being pregnant sometimes, neither of them regretted it.

She entered the church with her father holding onto her arm, keeping her from running down the aisle (or, well, waddling a bit faster). George stood by Ron, smiling at her through his nerves and sheer terror.

The ceremony passed in a blur, Hermione's eyes tearing up. This was her life.