"Something old, check. Something new? Check. Something borrowed? Check. something blue? Yup. Six pence in my shoe? Oh god! Ron!"
"Hum?" said Ron from his spot in the corner of the dressing room. "What?"
"I need a sixpence for my shoe!"
"Stupid superstition" muttered Ron, flipping her the sixpence no the less.
She took one last deep breath.
"You ready?" asked Ron
"As ready as I'll ever be. But what if He says 'I do not!' I'll die!"
"Calm down! Harry wouldn't do that to you. I'd have to kill him if he did anyway...."
"Ron!"
"Come on, you look fine. Actually, you've never looked so good in you entire life." And Ron grabbed her tiny wrist and took her outside into the church.
Her father had died a few years before. Ron would have to walk her down the aisle. But, in his mind there was no higher honor. The music slowly begin to play, and she closed her eyes for one brief moment, the picked her head up, and begin to walk, arm and arm with Ron.
*
Harry stared. He had seen her look pretty, but this was amazing. Heaven was defiantly missing an angel. Her dress sparkled off the lights, making her glow. The train made a soft swish noise on the carpet. He hair couldn't have been nicer, a far cry from the pony-tails she often donned in school. Harry grinned. There was no way this could have been better. He was marring the girl of his dreams. His best friend was walking he down the aisle. His friends were all watching. Sirius and Lupin stood in the background, free and grinning. He had a felling his parents were watching from heaven too. He hoped they'd be proud.
*
Remus bent over to Sirius.
"What does this remind you of?"
"I know Moony. James and Lily. God, they look so much alike."
"We always said Harry looks like James but.." said Remus
"She looks like Lily."
"Let's have this one turn out better than before. Eh?"
"Please God, have this turn out better." Sirius bent his face upwards, then turned to the Alter.
*
They had reached the alter.
Ron bent over to Harry. "Be good to her Harry. I'm going to miss her."
Harry nodded, and gulped.
The priest began the sermon. She had said she wanted a fairy-tale wedding, which included the agonizing long sermon.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, take this girl to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
Harry could hardly speak. "I do"
"And do you, Gwenifer Lauren Weasley take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, till death do you part?"
"I do"
"You may now kiss the bride."
Ginny grinned at Harry. She had waited forever for those words. Harry scooped her up, and kissed her. The crowd cheered. Heaven smiled down.
