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me.
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Chapter 2: The Wedding
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Hermione Granger looked upon her friend, the bride with tears in her eyes. Beside her Molly Weasley beamed, wiping tears from her eyes at the same time. Ginny Weasley soon-to-be Potter herself started at her reflection, and for once, was amazed by what she saw there.
* Ginny first person narrative, Staring Into The Mirror *
My red hair has been arranged artistically on the top of my head, by my sister-in-law Carrie Weasley- a wizarding hair dresser who has done Gilderoy Lockhart's hair none the less. A few fashioned curls have been left to frame her face. Ok so they aren't natural curls but created by a nifty spell of Carrie's but they still look good. A circlet of lilies is the centre point; this is my tribute to Harry's mother.
My skin for once is flawless, as if happiness has given me a healthy glow in the cheeks and the rest of my face has a smooth ethereal quality about it. From my shining brown eyes to her lips, I seem complete.
The dress is spectacular. I'm surprised it was ready in time, after all I only ordered it two months ago, and it's so detailed! The shape resembles a traditional wizards robe. The sleeves are long and fall almost to the ground. The skirts cascade behind me, forming a long train which little Beth will carry. The pure white material is luxurious, it is so thin and fine but the many layers of it make it warm. After all it is snowing outside. The bodice and cuffs of the sleeves are embroidered with thousands of tiny white beads and a fine, barely noticeable silver thread in patterns, of lilies, snowflakes and moons. The neckline is square and trimmed with fine white lace. Every detail is perfect. I feel like a princess.
Around my neck I wear the same necklace that all of my sister's in law wore for their weddings (and with any luck Hermione will). It is a small Celtic symbol that is a good luck charms. The silver pendant is hung on a glittering silver chain and hangs just above the neckline of my dress.
I can't believe the woman in the mirror is me.
* End of Ginny first person narrative. *
"Hermione, go and put your dress on." Molly prompted, wishing to speak with her daughter alone.
Hermione obviously getting the message said, "Of course." And left.
"Ginny, I would say to you what I've said to your brothers on their wedding day, but your different. Not only are you my only daughter but you've also waited a long time for this day and I spent many years believing that it wouldn't come, at least not with Harry. But it has. And you're incredibly lucky to have him still. I love you Ginny and I want you to be happy."
"I love you too Mum!" Ginny said tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know dear. Come on dry your eyes, I better help Hermione into her dress.
Half an hour later Mr and Mrs Weasley, Hermione and Ginny got into the horse driven carriage. Hermione handed Ginny her bouquet of white and dark red lilies. They both wore thick cloaks, well at least till they got to the wizards temple, which was just as well because snow fell heavily. The whole scene looked magical.
* Start of Harry's personal narrative waiting *
As I wait for my bride Sirius and Ron stand near me. Sirius is the only father I have known and Ron is my best man, and one of my best friends.
I love these two as family, but today, I can't help thinking of my parents. The faces in the mirror of Erised. I wish they could be here, to see what a wonderful girl I'm marrying. But no. Voldemort made sure that that was impossible.
Ron looks almost as nervous as me. He keeps patting his robe pocket making sure the rings are there, I think Hermione gave him a lecture on not forgetting them. Sirius is beaming, I don't think anything could stop him from smiling today.
The people gathered at the temple are all smiling too. It feels wonderful to have spread so much happiness just by being happy myself.
But now Ginny is walking down the aisle. She is so beautiful. My eyes don't leave her as she comes to stand beside me and the mage of ministry starts to speak. * End of Harry's personal narrative *
The mage of ministry seemed to cast a spell on the temple's visitors. Everyone was smiling, blissful and quiet; everyone's eyes were on the couple, everyone's except the best man's.
* Start of Ron's personal narrative, watching her *
Ok, I know it's Harry and Ginny's wedding but my eyes can't help but wander towards her.
Like everyone else her eyes are trained on the couple being married. Those coffee brown eyes watch intently as the rites are performed. I am only half listening.
Hermione's dress is pretty. Like Ginny's it is in the shape of a traditional wizarding robe. Only simpler. The material is a deep red colour, one that nicely off sets her tanned skin. The skirts are long and layered, but less obtrusive than the beautiful train of Ginny's. Around her waist is a sash that matches her dress which is finished off by tiny red beads on the cuffs and square neckline. Ok, even I can see it's not as beautiful as Ginny's but it suits Hermione and she looks lovely.
The curls which I love so much have mercifully been allowed to hang down her back, and only a small clip with a red lily on it keeps it out of her face.
Now she looks up and sees me staring, she smiles and I blush turning my attention back to the ceremony: just in time.
* End of Ron's personal narrative. *
"And now if Mr Weasley would produce the rings?" The mage of ministry asked.
Ron dug in his pocket and brought out two black boxes. He handed Harry and Ginny their gold bands and stepped back again.
The ceremony continued.
When at last, Harry kissed Ginny in celebration of their new marriage and the ceremony was over, the crowd started filling out, congratualtiong the couple on the way, many also noticed the bridesmaid and best man.
* Start of Hermione's personal narrative, congratulations *
Ron makes his way over to me and kisses me. I don't care whose watching, I'm just so happy.
I look him over, he is wearing formal, black robes and his lovely blue eyes are full of joy. I smile and link his arm, together we make our way to the bride and groom.
"Well Mrs Potter" I say to a blissful Ginny, "Can we congratulate you?"
"Thank you," Ginny replies.
"Congratulations Harry, Merlin knows you deserve it," Ron says.
I nod.
"Yes both of you," I say, but we can say no more, Molly has descended on them hugging them each in turn. Ron drags me away and kisses me again, this time we are wacfched my Fred and George.
"Aww young love," Fred says. I turn to smile at them, as their wives, Angelina (Fred) and Katie (George) join them.
"Leave them alone, we were like that once," Pregnant Angelina says.
"I can't remember life being so good," Fred sighs.
I laugh, I'd forgotten how much I loved Fed and George's gentle teasing. I've missed everything about the Weasley family. When my own was killed, I thought it would be painful being among another family. But I'm one of them and although I do get spasms of regret that my own family are dead, I am comfortable with them. I care for them all deeply.
* End of Hermione's personal narrative * And so the guests, bridesmaid, best man, bride and groom set off the reception. The really special part of the day over for Mr and Mrs Potter, but not for their best friends.
Hermione Granger looked upon her friend, the bride with tears in her eyes. Beside her Molly Weasley beamed, wiping tears from her eyes at the same time. Ginny Weasley soon-to-be Potter herself started at her reflection, and for once, was amazed by what she saw there.
* Ginny first person narrative, Staring Into The Mirror *
My red hair has been arranged artistically on the top of my head, by my sister-in-law Carrie Weasley- a wizarding hair dresser who has done Gilderoy Lockhart's hair none the less. A few fashioned curls have been left to frame her face. Ok so they aren't natural curls but created by a nifty spell of Carrie's but they still look good. A circlet of lilies is the centre point; this is my tribute to Harry's mother.
My skin for once is flawless, as if happiness has given me a healthy glow in the cheeks and the rest of my face has a smooth ethereal quality about it. From my shining brown eyes to her lips, I seem complete.
The dress is spectacular. I'm surprised it was ready in time, after all I only ordered it two months ago, and it's so detailed! The shape resembles a traditional wizards robe. The sleeves are long and fall almost to the ground. The skirts cascade behind me, forming a long train which little Beth will carry. The pure white material is luxurious, it is so thin and fine but the many layers of it make it warm. After all it is snowing outside. The bodice and cuffs of the sleeves are embroidered with thousands of tiny white beads and a fine, barely noticeable silver thread in patterns, of lilies, snowflakes and moons. The neckline is square and trimmed with fine white lace. Every detail is perfect. I feel like a princess.
Around my neck I wear the same necklace that all of my sister's in law wore for their weddings (and with any luck Hermione will). It is a small Celtic symbol that is a good luck charms. The silver pendant is hung on a glittering silver chain and hangs just above the neckline of my dress.
I can't believe the woman in the mirror is me.
* End of Ginny first person narrative. *
"Hermione, go and put your dress on." Molly prompted, wishing to speak with her daughter alone.
Hermione obviously getting the message said, "Of course." And left.
"Ginny, I would say to you what I've said to your brothers on their wedding day, but your different. Not only are you my only daughter but you've also waited a long time for this day and I spent many years believing that it wouldn't come, at least not with Harry. But it has. And you're incredibly lucky to have him still. I love you Ginny and I want you to be happy."
"I love you too Mum!" Ginny said tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know dear. Come on dry your eyes, I better help Hermione into her dress.
Half an hour later Mr and Mrs Weasley, Hermione and Ginny got into the horse driven carriage. Hermione handed Ginny her bouquet of white and dark red lilies. They both wore thick cloaks, well at least till they got to the wizards temple, which was just as well because snow fell heavily. The whole scene looked magical.
* Start of Harry's personal narrative waiting *
As I wait for my bride Sirius and Ron stand near me. Sirius is the only father I have known and Ron is my best man, and one of my best friends.
I love these two as family, but today, I can't help thinking of my parents. The faces in the mirror of Erised. I wish they could be here, to see what a wonderful girl I'm marrying. But no. Voldemort made sure that that was impossible.
Ron looks almost as nervous as me. He keeps patting his robe pocket making sure the rings are there, I think Hermione gave him a lecture on not forgetting them. Sirius is beaming, I don't think anything could stop him from smiling today.
The people gathered at the temple are all smiling too. It feels wonderful to have spread so much happiness just by being happy myself.
But now Ginny is walking down the aisle. She is so beautiful. My eyes don't leave her as she comes to stand beside me and the mage of ministry starts to speak. * End of Harry's personal narrative *
The mage of ministry seemed to cast a spell on the temple's visitors. Everyone was smiling, blissful and quiet; everyone's eyes were on the couple, everyone's except the best man's.
* Start of Ron's personal narrative, watching her *
Ok, I know it's Harry and Ginny's wedding but my eyes can't help but wander towards her.
Like everyone else her eyes are trained on the couple being married. Those coffee brown eyes watch intently as the rites are performed. I am only half listening.
Hermione's dress is pretty. Like Ginny's it is in the shape of a traditional wizarding robe. Only simpler. The material is a deep red colour, one that nicely off sets her tanned skin. The skirts are long and layered, but less obtrusive than the beautiful train of Ginny's. Around her waist is a sash that matches her dress which is finished off by tiny red beads on the cuffs and square neckline. Ok, even I can see it's not as beautiful as Ginny's but it suits Hermione and she looks lovely.
The curls which I love so much have mercifully been allowed to hang down her back, and only a small clip with a red lily on it keeps it out of her face.
Now she looks up and sees me staring, she smiles and I blush turning my attention back to the ceremony: just in time.
* End of Ron's personal narrative. *
"And now if Mr Weasley would produce the rings?" The mage of ministry asked.
Ron dug in his pocket and brought out two black boxes. He handed Harry and Ginny their gold bands and stepped back again.
The ceremony continued.
When at last, Harry kissed Ginny in celebration of their new marriage and the ceremony was over, the crowd started filling out, congratualtiong the couple on the way, many also noticed the bridesmaid and best man.
* Start of Hermione's personal narrative, congratulations *
Ron makes his way over to me and kisses me. I don't care whose watching, I'm just so happy.
I look him over, he is wearing formal, black robes and his lovely blue eyes are full of joy. I smile and link his arm, together we make our way to the bride and groom.
"Well Mrs Potter" I say to a blissful Ginny, "Can we congratulate you?"
"Thank you," Ginny replies.
"Congratulations Harry, Merlin knows you deserve it," Ron says.
I nod.
"Yes both of you," I say, but we can say no more, Molly has descended on them hugging them each in turn. Ron drags me away and kisses me again, this time we are wacfched my Fred and George.
"Aww young love," Fred says. I turn to smile at them, as their wives, Angelina (Fred) and Katie (George) join them.
"Leave them alone, we were like that once," Pregnant Angelina says.
"I can't remember life being so good," Fred sighs.
I laugh, I'd forgotten how much I loved Fed and George's gentle teasing. I've missed everything about the Weasley family. When my own was killed, I thought it would be painful being among another family. But I'm one of them and although I do get spasms of regret that my own family are dead, I am comfortable with them. I care for them all deeply.
* End of Hermione's personal narrative * And so the guests, bridesmaid, best man, bride and groom set off the reception. The really special part of the day over for Mr and Mrs Potter, but not for their best friends.