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Title of this chapter is from Auburn's song 'Perfect Two'

Epilogue - I Can See Me Walk Down The Aisle

4 Years later - May 12th 2002

Today is the day. It has finally come. The day I marry Harry. The ceremony is just going to be a few close friends and family. Mum, Dad, Bill, Fleur and their two kids, Charlie, Percy and Oliver and Ron. It took two years for Hermione to feel whole again after Fred's death, ever since her and George have been on and off, right now they are definitely on. Neville and Luna have stayed strong. After everything that she went through Neville swore that he would always protect her and they got married last year. Dean and Seamus - well what can I say? The heart wants what the heart wants! And Hagrid will of course be there too.

As I sit here in my wedding dress in my old room at The Burrow, looking out over the garden and all our guests arriving, I think about the past four years. It's been four years, almost to the day since Harry defeated Voldemort and we lost Fred. For a long time none of us were O.K. Harry and Hermione were plagues by nightmares for months. During the day Hermione and George walked around dead and spent a lot of time at Freds grave. Eventually they decided that enough was enough and it was time to let Fred go. George re-opened the shop and Hermione came back to school with us for our 7th year. Somehow we pulled each other through.

We all took our 7th year together and it was nice to have a quiet year. We woke up, had class, did homework, ate dinner and relaxed. At weekends we studied and hung out. It was the best year at hogwarts by far. McGonagall was Headmaster and Kingsley was Minister of Magic. Both of them are still happy in their jobs today.

We spent the following summer at The Burrow playing Quidditch, waiting for N.E.W.T results and contemplating what careers to pick. Not that the other three would have had any problem getting whatever jobs they wanted, Harry especially. He became even more famous (if that's even possible!) People would - and still do - come up to him all the time, anywhere and everywhere. It used to get him quite down not being able to leave the housed without being mobbed by admirers. Eventually he released an article in the Quibbler about everything and people slowly began to stop coming up to him. Some still do but he can be a normal person again. By the end of that summer we had all got good results and decided what to do. Harry, Ron and Neville went into auror training, Hermione went into the department of law enforcement, Luna became editor of the Quibbler and I got signed as a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

The next year was a big change for all of us. None of us were used to anything but the school environment and this was a big change, we found it hard as eighteen and nineteen year olds to adjust to the amount of responsibility placed on us. By Christmas me and Harry had moved into a small house in Godrics Hollow and we finally could say we were completely happy. We could eventually stop worrying about Hermione so much, she was finally getting over Fred and starting to realize George was hopelessly in love with her. Ron was finally coming out of his wild stage and knuckling down at work. Everything was finally falling into place.

On the two year anniversary of Fred's death I got a tattoo on my arm in his memory. I got his butterfly. Every day for two whole years I drew it on my arm, people would ask what it meant and why I always drew it and all I said was it was for my brother. I eventually told my family and friends what it stood for and why it was drawn in the first place. There was many tears shed but it made us all closer. His butterfly will now look over me every day of my life. Every time I get sad I look down at my arm and it gives me strength and courage. Thank you Fred.

On Christmas Eve 2000 Harry proposed. Most wouldn't find it romantic but I did. It wasn't a grand gesture but Harry isn't a grand gesture person. He's a more personal person. Christmas Eve morning I woke up to Harry kissing my forehead and whispering "Good Morning beautiful". I lazily opened one eye and he stared at me and said "I simply can't wait! Stay here!" he rummaged in his bedside locker for a few minutes and came back with a small velvet box. "Ginerva Molly Weasley, you are the best thing that ever happened in my life, you've been there for me during the worst and been with me for the best. I want you to be there forever. Marry me?" At this stage I had tears in my eyes and all I could do was whisper a 'yes of course' and jump into his arms. He told me he had a big dinner planned but when he saw me lying there in bed he simply couldn't wait. Ever since that day we've been inseparable. We wanted a summer wedding but decided to wait until this year. Harry would be finished his three years auror training and could relax and why rush?

The past year and a half has been the best of my life. Life has finally decided to be good to us. Like I said Neville and Luna got married, Bill and Fleur had their second child, Hermione and George have finally settled down, Dean and Seamus finally admitted they were madly in love and me? I have Harry and we're planning a life together. What more could I want? We may not have Fred but I know he looks down on us every day and smiles.

Mum walks in the door and interrupts my reminiscing. She's crying already and blubbering that her little baby has grown up. May 12th 2002 - The day I become a married woman. The day I marry the person I love. Harry James Potter. "Ginny you don't know how proud of you I am. You have turned into a wonderful, strong young woman. Are you ready?" She walks over and starts fixing my already perfect hair.

"Don't worry Mum, you'll still see me as much as you did before, I'll still be the same person. You know there's no one better than Harry and that no one out there will treat me better."

"I know, it's just so emotional for me."

"I know Mum, I know but I'm ready to do this. This is what I want."

"O.K dear, lets go get your Father then."

"I'm right here. You ready?"

"Wait where's Hermione?"

"She's right down the hall, I said I'd come get you. You look beautiful Ginny."

"Thanks Dad, lets go." As I stand up the nerves hit but I keep walking none-the-less. Mum hurries on ahead to get there before us and me, Dad and Hermione wait a minute to give her a chance to get there. Hermione gives me a hug and tells me how lovely I look before she sets off down the garden in front of me. I take Dad's arm and we go a few seconds later. Walking towards the aisle the nerves grow but as soon as I look up and catch those wonderful green eyes they disappear and I know that this is what I want for the rest of my life.

Yeah I went for the soppy ending but how could I not? Thank you so much for reading and/or sticking by this story. You're support has meant a lot and I'm very grateful :)

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