Author's Note: *dodges random objects and threats of death* Hello again, readers! I'm thinking that most of you are not exactly happy with me at the moment.... *bows* I am truly sorry. I've had this deadly writers block settled on me for....a very, very, long time. If your still interested in this story, enjoy reading. And, please, I beg of you....DON'T HURT ME! *sniffles*

He had resigned himself to it.



I mean, it was perfectly natural.



No matter how hard he tried, there was no escaping it.



What is a man to do in a situation such as this?



When confronted with celestial beauty.....



There was absolutely no way he could keep his eyes of her. His Ginny. Yes, she was a princess. Not of a country, but of a planet. And she had phenominal...deadly power. But the way she glowed... And her eyes sparkled. And that dress. That dress should most certainly be against the law. The way it cut...revealing her stomach and a healthy view of her leg... It lead Harry's thought's where they should not be.

But then there were other things about her that drove him completely and hopelessly mad.

The way she held his hand as they stood there. The powerful way she wore the sword and crown that were the symbols of her office. The fact that she had claimed him as her love.

She addressed him as her love. In front of the whole crowd that had assembled for her great accension. In front of, pratically, the whole world! It made Harry feel warm and...important. But at the same time, he felt completely humble and undeserving.

As he looked around him at the happy faces, he noted Ron and Hermione's loving gaze directed towards each other. Mrs. Weasley was crying...Percy was nearly so. Mr. Weasley was beaming at his pride and joy. Professor Dumbledore looked so proud he could burst. The twins were fully claiming their title by bowing addressing each other as Lord Fred and Sir George. Harry had to laugh.

As Ginny was swept away for another hug, or perhaps a picture, Harry took the moment to look toward the horizon. The dark clouds that held the fury of the storm only a few moments ago were rolling away rapidly. The wind that pushed them along ruffled his hair. For a moment....just a stitch in time...he felt his mother's hand on his head. It was then he was sure.

The Lady Pluto stood off from the crowd. In soft tones, she spoke to the one who had been her friend so long ago.

"The crown has been passed."

The Lady Saturn felt the darkness hovering just outside of the happy gathering.

"His destiny comes quickly. Death will follow."

Lady Serenity smiled softly.

"But love conqures all."