Harry thought of Ron's death less and less in the weeks that followed. He never forgot the best friend he ever had, though.
Now that Harry was a bit less depressed, he had time for girls. He hadn't had a girlfriend
for a year already.
Harry walked around Hogsmeade often, hoping to find the girl of his dreams. On one of
his walks he came across a tiny, hurt owl. Not knowing what to do, Harry stared at the
little creature sadly and walked away. Suddenly he heard a voice so comforting, it must
have been the voice of an angel.
Harry turned around.
And Harry saw Chloe.
Harry was a believer in true love. When he saw Chloe, he knew she was the one.
Nobody else made him laugh like that, and nobody else ignited such sparks. Nobody
else's kisses were so passionate. Harry trusted Chloe with his life, and Chloe trusted
Harry with hers.
Sirius approved of this "match made in heaven", as he called it. Harry and Chloe were
perfect for each other. Not to mention that Chloe was the prettiest flower of the field. Her
blue eyes twinkled when she laughed, and her long red hair fluttered in the light breeze.
Harry thought she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.
Chloe thought he was the most handsome man on the face of the earth.
Soon enough, Harry decided that it was time for Chloe to meet his friends.
Remus was so happy to meet Chloe. He stood there and told her, over and over, what
a perfect couple she and Harry made. She smiled, she was so beautiful when she smiled.
"We're not perfect. Perfect couples don't last." Molly Weasley hugged Chloe tight and
close. "You will be my daughter-in-law, I'm sure of it." Harry grinned at Molly, who winked back. Percy greeted Chloe politely, and asked Harry if she was a Head Girl or
at least a Prefect. Harry just rolled his eyes and turned to Fred and Gorge, who winked
at him and gave him a thumbs-up sign. Dobby shook Chloe's hand energetically (very
energetically), and gave her a pair of his socks as a keepsake. Chloe thanked him with that beautiful voice of hers. Hermione simply loved Chloe, and they spent
hours talking to each other. They were inseparable. Arthur, Hermione's husband, was
beginning to worry who exactly Chloe might be marrying, Harry or Hermione. Chloe
laughed so hard when she heard this, she fell off her chair. And Harry, the perfect
gentleman, caught her.
Slowly, Harry and Chloe grew closer. Harry moved into Chloe's extravagant poolside
house. He no longer felt lonely and depressed. He was quite happy, actually. He was
in love. He felt like he was walking on an endless, fluffy cloud.
In mid-March, Harry and Chloe received an invitation in the mail. At first, Harry thought
it was a joke.
We would be honoured to have you join us
At the wedding of our two very special pairs of twins
Ride a limo, or take the Knight Bus,
Come bearing gifts, or come bearing grins.
Fred and Georgia,
Freida and George,
Are the happy couples,
They come in doubles!
Harry, please be our best man,
Our sister is your biggest fan,
Don't disappoint us, say you'll be there,
You'd better find Chloe a dressie to wear!
Chloe gave Harry a relaxing massage as an excuse to look over his shoulder. "Fred,
Georgia, Freida, and George? Sounds like the class clowns are tying the knot." "Yes."
Harry said happily.
The wedding would be perfect. He would take her outside, to the beautiful garden.
He would kneel beside her, holding the ring. And he would propose. If she said yes,
Harry's world would be perfect.
"Should we go?" Chloe's voice snapped him out of his fantasy proposal. "I think so."
"We must get them a gift! Oh, I know! How about money that explodes, showering
the crowd with confetti?" "And then I can give them their real gift?" "Exactly." The
perfect team, they were. A match made in heaven.
Now that Harry was a bit less depressed, he had time for girls. He hadn't had a girlfriend
for a year already.
Harry walked around Hogsmeade often, hoping to find the girl of his dreams. On one of
his walks he came across a tiny, hurt owl. Not knowing what to do, Harry stared at the
little creature sadly and walked away. Suddenly he heard a voice so comforting, it must
have been the voice of an angel.
Harry turned around.
And Harry saw Chloe.
Harry was a believer in true love. When he saw Chloe, he knew she was the one.
Nobody else made him laugh like that, and nobody else ignited such sparks. Nobody
else's kisses were so passionate. Harry trusted Chloe with his life, and Chloe trusted
Harry with hers.
Sirius approved of this "match made in heaven", as he called it. Harry and Chloe were
perfect for each other. Not to mention that Chloe was the prettiest flower of the field. Her
blue eyes twinkled when she laughed, and her long red hair fluttered in the light breeze.
Harry thought she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.
Chloe thought he was the most handsome man on the face of the earth.
Soon enough, Harry decided that it was time for Chloe to meet his friends.
Remus was so happy to meet Chloe. He stood there and told her, over and over, what
a perfect couple she and Harry made. She smiled, she was so beautiful when she smiled.
"We're not perfect. Perfect couples don't last." Molly Weasley hugged Chloe tight and
close. "You will be my daughter-in-law, I'm sure of it." Harry grinned at Molly, who winked back. Percy greeted Chloe politely, and asked Harry if she was a Head Girl or
at least a Prefect. Harry just rolled his eyes and turned to Fred and Gorge, who winked
at him and gave him a thumbs-up sign. Dobby shook Chloe's hand energetically (very
energetically), and gave her a pair of his socks as a keepsake. Chloe thanked him with that beautiful voice of hers. Hermione simply loved Chloe, and they spent
hours talking to each other. They were inseparable. Arthur, Hermione's husband, was
beginning to worry who exactly Chloe might be marrying, Harry or Hermione. Chloe
laughed so hard when she heard this, she fell off her chair. And Harry, the perfect
gentleman, caught her.
Slowly, Harry and Chloe grew closer. Harry moved into Chloe's extravagant poolside
house. He no longer felt lonely and depressed. He was quite happy, actually. He was
in love. He felt like he was walking on an endless, fluffy cloud.
In mid-March, Harry and Chloe received an invitation in the mail. At first, Harry thought
it was a joke.
We would be honoured to have you join us
At the wedding of our two very special pairs of twins
Ride a limo, or take the Knight Bus,
Come bearing gifts, or come bearing grins.
Fred and Georgia,
Freida and George,
Are the happy couples,
They come in doubles!
Harry, please be our best man,
Our sister is your biggest fan,
Don't disappoint us, say you'll be there,
You'd better find Chloe a dressie to wear!
Chloe gave Harry a relaxing massage as an excuse to look over his shoulder. "Fred,
Georgia, Freida, and George? Sounds like the class clowns are tying the knot." "Yes."
Harry said happily.
The wedding would be perfect. He would take her outside, to the beautiful garden.
He would kneel beside her, holding the ring. And he would propose. If she said yes,
Harry's world would be perfect.
"Should we go?" Chloe's voice snapped him out of his fantasy proposal. "I think so."
"We must get them a gift! Oh, I know! How about money that explodes, showering
the crowd with confetti?" "And then I can give them their real gift?" "Exactly." The
perfect team, they were. A match made in heaven.