A/N okay, the moment you've all been waiting for.
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Chapter 9: Mr. and Mrs. Potter?
Ginny woke up early that Saturday morning of August the 23rd. This week
had been the longest week of her life. Harry was not there.
Ginny threw of the covers and got dressed. Her wedding wasn't until 6:00
that evening, so she still had time. He still had time.
Ginny walked down the familiar stairs and into the kitchen. She made
herself some coffee and sat at the table.
"Morning, Gin," Hermione said, coming into the room.
"Morning, Mione," Ginny replied, taking a long sip from her coffee.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"I'm okay, I guess," Ginny said, sighing. She put her head on the table.
"Don't worry, Gin. He'll be here," Hermione said. Ginny stood up.
"Oh yeah?! That's what everyone has bee telling me for a month. Guess
what, Hermione, he's not here. I just hope you all were right," Ginny
said. She stood shaking for a moment and then burst into tears.
"It's okay, Ginny, it's okay," Hermione hugged her friend.
"I've been awful to all of you," Ginny sobbed.
"Why don't you go upstairs and get all the stuff you need for tonight.
I'll get everyone else up," Hermione suggested. She nodded her head and
went upstairs.
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Ginny sat on her broomstick a couple hours later. She just needed to get
away from the Burrow. She needed time for herself.
Ginny flew higher and higher until she felt like she was on top of the
world. Ginny flew across the sky, faster and faster. Her eyes started to
water from the wind. Ginny suddenly stopped. She looked all around her,
as if searching for something
"Ginny!" Ginny could here her mother calling her. "It's time to go!"
Ginny looked at her wrist. Hermione had given her some muggle thing call a
cloch a couple years ago. It tells you the time. Indeed, it was 4:00.
Ginny took one more look around, and darted to her house. Her eyes started
to water again. This time it was tears.
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"Ginny, you look beautiful," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at Ginny in the
mirror.
"Really?" Ginny asked. Harry had loved the dress. That's why she bought
it.
"Absolutely," Mrs. Weasley said. "I'll go wait out there. Take your
time." Ginny knew the only reason her mother said take your time was
because Harry wasn't there.
There was a knock on the door. The sisters-in-laws had stayed outside to
give Ginny some privacy.
"Come in," Ginny said, toying with skirt.
The door opened and closed. It was Hermione.
"They're almost ready to start," Hermione said softly.
"He's not here, is her Hermione?" Ginny asked, looking her friend in the
eyes.
Hermione looked down. "No, he's not."
Ginny turned back to the mirror and gazed at herself.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ginny said, turning away from the mirror.
"Ginny, if Ron was missing on my wedding day, I would be sobbing right
now," Hermione said.
"I can't cry anymore. Did you know that I've cried more this month than I
have in my whole life? Even when Fred bewitched my hair to flash different
colors, or when George accidentally put the pain cures on me. I just can't
cry anymore." Ginny turned to the door then looked back at Hermione.
"But he's worth ever tear I've shed." Ginny walked out the door, Hermione
behind her.
"Well," Mr. Weasley said. "Let's go."
Ginny watched Bailey, Carlos and Calder walk down the isle. Then George
and Alicia. Fred and Katie. Ron and Hermione. Then Mr. Weasley and
Ginny.
Ginny walked down the isle with dry eyes. She held her chin up and did
exactly what she felt she should do.
Mr. Weasley got Ginny up to the alter. Harry wasn't there.
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A/N .or not. Next chapter up tomorrow.
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Chapter 9: Mr. and Mrs. Potter?
Ginny woke up early that Saturday morning of August the 23rd. This week
had been the longest week of her life. Harry was not there.
Ginny threw of the covers and got dressed. Her wedding wasn't until 6:00
that evening, so she still had time. He still had time.
Ginny walked down the familiar stairs and into the kitchen. She made
herself some coffee and sat at the table.
"Morning, Gin," Hermione said, coming into the room.
"Morning, Mione," Ginny replied, taking a long sip from her coffee.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"I'm okay, I guess," Ginny said, sighing. She put her head on the table.
"Don't worry, Gin. He'll be here," Hermione said. Ginny stood up.
"Oh yeah?! That's what everyone has bee telling me for a month. Guess
what, Hermione, he's not here. I just hope you all were right," Ginny
said. She stood shaking for a moment and then burst into tears.
"It's okay, Ginny, it's okay," Hermione hugged her friend.
"I've been awful to all of you," Ginny sobbed.
"Why don't you go upstairs and get all the stuff you need for tonight.
I'll get everyone else up," Hermione suggested. She nodded her head and
went upstairs.
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Ginny sat on her broomstick a couple hours later. She just needed to get
away from the Burrow. She needed time for herself.
Ginny flew higher and higher until she felt like she was on top of the
world. Ginny flew across the sky, faster and faster. Her eyes started to
water from the wind. Ginny suddenly stopped. She looked all around her,
as if searching for something
"Ginny!" Ginny could here her mother calling her. "It's time to go!"
Ginny looked at her wrist. Hermione had given her some muggle thing call a
cloch a couple years ago. It tells you the time. Indeed, it was 4:00.
Ginny took one more look around, and darted to her house. Her eyes started
to water again. This time it was tears.
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"Ginny, you look beautiful," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at Ginny in the
mirror.
"Really?" Ginny asked. Harry had loved the dress. That's why she bought
it.
"Absolutely," Mrs. Weasley said. "I'll go wait out there. Take your
time." Ginny knew the only reason her mother said take your time was
because Harry wasn't there.
There was a knock on the door. The sisters-in-laws had stayed outside to
give Ginny some privacy.
"Come in," Ginny said, toying with skirt.
The door opened and closed. It was Hermione.
"They're almost ready to start," Hermione said softly.
"He's not here, is her Hermione?" Ginny asked, looking her friend in the
eyes.
Hermione looked down. "No, he's not."
Ginny turned back to the mirror and gazed at herself.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ginny said, turning away from the mirror.
"Ginny, if Ron was missing on my wedding day, I would be sobbing right
now," Hermione said.
"I can't cry anymore. Did you know that I've cried more this month than I
have in my whole life? Even when Fred bewitched my hair to flash different
colors, or when George accidentally put the pain cures on me. I just can't
cry anymore." Ginny turned to the door then looked back at Hermione.
"But he's worth ever tear I've shed." Ginny walked out the door, Hermione
behind her.
"Well," Mr. Weasley said. "Let's go."
Ginny watched Bailey, Carlos and Calder walk down the isle. Then George
and Alicia. Fred and Katie. Ron and Hermione. Then Mr. Weasley and
Ginny.
Ginny walked down the isle with dry eyes. She held her chin up and did
exactly what she felt she should do.
Mr. Weasley got Ginny up to the alter. Harry wasn't there.
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A/N .or not. Next chapter up tomorrow.
