Chapter 25
Author's Notes: Well.. what can I tell you? First of all thank you very much to my two wonderful beta readers, Katie and Fiona, who have done a great job in beta reading my work. Girls, this last chapter goes for you!
And second, but not least, nor last, to all of my wonderful and faithful readers who have been following me during the whole writing process, I promise it won't take my any more that much time to update (obviously, talking of future fics, which I have been writing lately)
So this is it... the end, and I'm pretty satisfied with it. I hope you are as well. I will probably do an Epilogue, I have been thinking of it ever since FIONA told me so... perhaps I will, on my original idea there was no epilogue but now I wonder whether I should write one or not.
Tell me what you think. It was a pleasure to have such a public while writing Wisdom of the Heart.
In some time I will start posting a three-chapter-long fic. It's set during the marauders time, and the main character is (surprise!) Sirius. It's a suspense one, and I'm really proud of it. If you want, leave me your email so I can let you know when I upload it.
Well, I won't bother you anymore. I hope you like this chapter and once again, THANK YOU VERY, VERY MUCH.
Love, always.
Moony Lover
Harry James Potter
And
Virginia Weasley
Would like to invite you to their Wedding, which will be held on August 31st on the Saint Rita Wizarding Chapel at 3 o'clock
After, you are invited to join them for their after-wedding celebration which will be held at HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Thank you very much for coming and supporting us in this very special day
Harry smiled, as he read the invitation to his wedding. He then turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. Man, his hands were trembling. He was wearing a typical black suit that people wore at weddings but the jacket he was wearing was a little long-it fell straight to his knees. His hair was messy (messier than usual, Harry thought). The room he was in was filled with all sorts of things: presents, flowers, chairs…you could find anything there, if you had the time to look for it! But Harry didn't need anything from those. The one thing he needed was Ginny. And he knew that she was somewhere in the Weasley's house, changing into her dress. He didn't know what it would be. She hadn't wanted him to see it-she said it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Harry smiled, as he turned to a small table and saw a picture of his parent's wedding. He grabbed the picture and smiled at his parents, who smiled back and waved their hands at him. "Wish me luck" he said, sighing. He put back the photo on the table and then grabbed a little bottle. It had a French name. It was a perfume. Harry then poured some perfume on his hand and then put it on his neck, his wrists and a little bit on the upper part from his chest. Putting down the perfume bottle he went back to the mirror.
He knew he looked good. And he knew that people would talk about him. He knew it. And he had put more than fifty charms around the chapel so that no journalists would enter there to snoop around. He didn't want the whole world to see his wedding. He wanted it to be a private thing. A family thing…after all they were all family-to-be. God it felt strange! He was going to be a part of the Weasleys clan! And though he had felt them as the family he never had, now they were going to have a different kind of bond. He wondered if his relationship with them would change from now on. After all he was taking their little girl from their arms. He shook his head, trying to forget that thought. If they hadn't changed their minds yet, why would they change it now? After all he had dated Ginny for more time than he could remember.
After all this was only for one day. No. They were not going to change now.
Harry tried to flatten his hair, he was unable to. He sighed, looking at himself once again at the mirror. His hands were trembling.
But if he was, how was Ginny?
Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter) was pacing around the room, with her make up set on her hands and her veil in the other. Hermione looked at her worriedly, trying to help her. But Ginny was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"What are you looking for, Ginny?" she asked, trying to sound supportive.
Hermione was wearing a long, light-greyish dress; her hair was tied up in her head in a strange but nice hair-do. Many curly locks fell from it, making her look sophisticated. In one hand she had a flower. Her ankle-length dress with thin straps was full of class, with her matching-colour shoes peeking out of the bottom whenever she moved.
Ginny simply looked like a young princess. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders. Her dress was pearly white, and long sleeved, though it had a lace detail in the zone of her breasts. There you could see a small golden necklace that her father had given her. Her veil, that was sitting on a nearby chair, was a long one. The dress had a train that clung to her body all the way down to her waist before letting free. Hermione had smiled at first she had seen the dress. It had reminded her of one of the dresses of a Disney Movie, perhaps The Little Mermaid or some of those. And now that she saw Ginny, she couldn't help but thinking that she actually looked like a princess. Harry's princess.
In her mind, Hermione had to accept that she was jealous. She wanted to marry a man that was as devoted as Harry was with Ginny… Would she ever get the chance?
"Can somebody help me put this thing on?" Ginny asked, sounding desperate. "Please??"
Just when Hermione was helping Ginny put the veil on her head, Molly entered, followed by Fleur.
"Oh, darling, everything's ready. Your father is ready to walk you down the aisle and everybody's already in the chapel. Harry is still not there, but I'm sure he'll come in some minutes and…"
"Mum!" Ginny moaned, turning around to face her mother. "Please, don't make me more nervous than I already am!"
"Sorry sweetheart" Molly said, speaking quickly. She was wearing a long, loose fitting, blue dress. Her hair was put in a unique hairdo and she had put some very basic make-up, not wanting her face to show too much.
Fleur, on the other hand, was wearing the same dress as Hermione. She smiled happily at Hermione. "Ziz iz going to be so exziting!" she exclaimed, walking to Ginny. "You look very beautiful Ginny!"
Ginny smiled nervously, but said nothing. She then looked at herself at the mirror. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Somebody help me put some make up, please!! I look horrible!"
Both Hermione and Molly smiled and went to help Ginny, as Fleur said that she was going to check the guests and help them to find their way to the church.
Ginny sighed. She hoped that everything worked out well.
The church they had picked was a very elegant one. The windows were open, showing the clear day outside. Most of the guests were already sitting, talking to each other and glancing occasionally to the door, hoping to find the bride-to begin the ceremony.
Most of the guests were relatives from the Weasleys, friends from Ginny and some of Harry's closest friends.
Hagrid was sitting in the corner, he was just too big; he would block everybody else's view. Next to him was Madam Maxine, dressed in a very elegant violet dress, making contrast with Hagrid's ugly yellow suit.
In the first row, was Remus Lupin with a woman and two kids. The woman was a couple of years younger than him, she was dressed in a black dress, her hair falling down casually and her face gently done to hint her best features. Then, next to her were Sirius Black and his wife. She was wearing an eye-catching red dress, with her hair on a high and elegant pony tail and some locks falling down her face. Sirius' long hair was not as messy as usual.
Behind them were some of Harry's old school friends, Seamus and Dean, with their respective girlfriends. Neville was also there, chatting with Sirius and his wife.
Then, behind them, was the entire Hogwarts Staff. Professor McGonagall was wearing an ugly huge hat, with a green dress. Dumbledore was wearing a simple wizard robe, with his abnormally white beard reflected the suns rays painfully'). Next to him was Snape (who had been reluctant to come, but Dumbledore had made him) in his usual black robes, and then the rest of the staff.
Then, from Ginny's side came more and more people. Most of them were redheaded people that claimed to be relatives of her, but Harry knew most of them. Her brothers and parents were all sitting on the first line, in front of the altar. Then, behind, came some of her closest friends, and behind them was the rest of the family. Just like her uncles, aunts, cousins and more people he had seen from time to time.
Harry was already there, too nervous to say anything. He knew that most of the people were either staring at him or at the church door making him feel uneasy. Ron, his best man, was standing next to him, fidgeting with his hands and looking at the ceiling. Sometimes he would say something to Harry, who would in return laughed nervously.
The place itself looked beautiful. It was all decorated with white and red roses-Ginny's favourite and lilies-in memory of Harry's mother.'
Harry looked at his side of guests. His uncle had declined the invitation. They told him that they had better things to do. Of course, anything was better than being around wizards; Harry couldn't care less.
Most of the guests were already there, and when Fleur entered the church, followed by Hermione and then he knew that he wouldn't have to wait much long. Fleur sat on her seat, while Hermione went to her bridesmaid position. She smiled encouragingly at Harry, who smiled back.
But he couldn't feel more nervous.
Someone knocked on Ginny's door. "Come in!" she said, still looking at herself in the mirror. She had never felt so beautiful in her whole life.
"Wow" her father said, closing the door behind him. "You look…" but he couldn't find the words. Ginny turned around and smiled at her dad. "Thanks dad"
"Are you ready?" he asked, with his eyes sparkling from happiness. Ginny gave herself a last look in the mirror and nodded. "Yes"
Harry checked his watch. Five more minutes….
"Look, Ginny" Mr Weasley said as they walked together to the doors of the church. "I want you to know that whatever you do, I'll support you. Always"
"Thank you, daddy"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Just when Harry was about to curse and scream from nervousness, the music started to play and all of the guests got up from their sits. The doors of the church got opened.
Man.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
Ginny was…
Ginny was beautiful.
Just beautiful.
Her hair… her dress… her face, she was just the picture of a princess. An angel. His angel. Harry bit his lip, and smiled as Ginny entered in the church guided by her father. As they came closed Harry realized that she looked nervous, but still looked at her boyfriend-fiancée now, soon to be husband actually-and smiled happily.
She was simply radiant.
When she and Arthur finally reached where Harry was standing, the father gave her a small kiss on her cheeks, closing his eyes. Ginny did as well, and once again Harry could even feel how important was Arthur for Ginny and vice versa. Arthur then gave Harry a quick look and nod and went to his position, as Ginny took a deep breath and gave Harry a small, nervous smile. He smiled brightly.
She took a step forward, and went next to Harry. They smiled at each other, and then turned to face the priest. Everybody stood up, and gazed at the front.
"Dear, beloved brothers..."
The ceremony had begun.
"...Never had I thought that I'd somehow be received into somebody else's family when I was eleven-when I entered Hogwarts. But you and your family opened your arms and hearts at me, and welcomed me as another one more. During the years I understood that you had given me much more than I had hoped for, and ever since we started dating I-I-I had the impression that I was actually special. I wasn't only the Boy Who Lived, for you, but I was something more. With you, I forgot everything and yet I could tell you anything. You were my confident, my best friend, and most important, the woman I want to share my life with..." Harry paused, "I love you, Ginny" he finished, whispering.
The priest then turned to Ginny. "You may now say your vows, madam"
The girl nodded and took a deep breath before starting. "Harry, ever since the first day I met you I had a crush on you. But it was not in YOU actually, but in the boy who everyone spoke about, the boy that had saved our world... but when time passed, I grew to know that you were much more than that. I learned that you had a heart and that every little thing you did, you did it thinking on the other people. You never doubted when it came to help someone, Harry. But, even so, it took me a while to realize that the real Harry Potter was the Harry that was with me, with my family and friends. The boy that loves playing Quidditch and being at home with his family and friends. For me, this is the real Harry Potter. The Harry Potter that I love, the Harry Potter that not many people know. That's the Harry Potter I'm in love with, leaving my old high school crush behind. You light my life, Harry. You always did"
If people had cried listening to Harry's vows, then Ginny's definitely had made the guests sob loudly (not literally, of course) But the simplicity of those words had, made everybody have tears in their eyes and smile on their faces-knowing this marriage would last.
Harry, like the rest of the room, felt extremely touched of what Ginny had said. Now he knew why he loved her so much... she was just his little redheaded angel. She was his everything, and just as she had said, Ginny was the light of HIS life.
He looked at hisgirl directly to her eyes, and realized two things. His vision was blurry, which only meant one thing: he had tears in his eyes. And the other thing was that the girl was smiling shyly at him, with her cheeks a little bit pinker than usual. She looked especially adorable tonight.
"The rings please," Harry heard the priest say. A little girl around seven with brown curls and a pink dress, stepped forward and handed the priest a small porcelain plate in her hands, which contained two golden, wedding rings. Harry smiled at the little girl and then took a ring.
"Repeat after me" the priest said. Harry nodded and took Ginny's hand. They were both shaking.
"I, Harry Potter-"
"I, Harry Potter..."
"...take Virginia Marie Weasley as my wife..."
"take Virginia Marie Weasley as my wife"
"And swear to protect and love her, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad times, in poverty and in wealth, till death do us apart"
"And swear to protect and love her, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad times, in poverty and in wealth, till death to us apart" And even further- he felt like adding. As he said the last words, Harry slipped the ring onto Ginny's finger. It made a beautiful contrast with her white skin and reflected her red hair, the golden ring.
She gracefully took the ring and then Harry's hands. "I, Virgina Marie Weasley-" she started, following the priest. "Take Harry James Potter as my husband, and swear to protect and love him, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad times, in poverty and in wealth, till death do us apart" And she continued her sentence, when the Ring touched the beginning of Harry's finger. They smiled at each other.
"By the power given to me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife" he then turned to Harry and added solemnly. "You many now kiss the bride"
And, as if they had been waiting the whole day just to do that, they came closer and sealed the ceremony with a loving and tender kiss on the lips.
The party itself was nothing of the ordinary. They were all in a small hall (decorated all in white, though the flowers on the room were all white and red roses), where there was a dance floor, the tables (rounded tables, where there were about 8 seats on each) were on one side of the place, and a particular of the room was the a crystal door that opened to a beautiful park with view of a lake. And in the middle of the park there was a huge, white, wedding cake with two figurines on it. A miniature version of Harry and Ginny.
When they were all having dinner. Harry didn't remember inviting so many guests. There were around 100 guests-his and Ginny's altogether. He was on the main table, a rounded table for 10 guests (they had the special table, of course) Harry and Ginny were occupying two places, next to Ginny was placed Hermione and next to Harry, Ron. They were treating themselves relatively well; Harry thought to himself, making a mental note to thank them. The table was also occupied with Sirius and his wife, as well as Lupin and his wife (their kids had a special kids-table, near a little park where they could play whenever they wanted to) and Molly and Arthur. They were all chatting happily, and asking Harry and Ginny what their future plans will be.
"Well... tomorrow we are off to Egypt, where we are staying for two weeks, and then we'll be going to Greece, for another two weeks, and then the last part of the Honeymoon will be spent in Rome," Harry explained. "We wanted to do something that had to do with old civilizations, and we thought it was for the best. These places have many things to see and to learn. I can't wait to enter to a pyramid"
"They are great" Ginny said. "But this time I would love to go further. Last time I was in Egypt, mamma didn't let me go with the twins"
"Ginny, dear, those are dangerous places and you have no idea how many charms the Egyptians have put on those things. I didn't want you to get injured or anything!" Molly responded, with her typical mother-knows-the-best tone. Ginny laughed. "I know, mum! But that doesn't mean that this time I'm not gonna go further, you know?"
Molly rolled her eyes and then turned to Harry. "Take care of her, will you? She has inherited the typical Weasley-can-not-be-quiet gene, not from my side of course-" Arthur rolled his eyes, trying to hide the grin that was forming in his lips. "-and she will want to go everywhere she can"
Harry laughed and then looked lovingly at Ginny. "Don't worry, Molly, I will"
Ginny grinned evilly. "Oooh, you are in so much trouble, Potter"
"I like a challenge
On another table, the twins were sitting with their respective girlfriends along with some of Harry's team-mates. They looked like they were having fun, and obviously, talking about Quidditch. The rest of the tables were occupied by some of Harry's friends (Seamus, Dean, Neville and Luna Lovegood were talking to another one with other of their school mates, from Ginny's year) and so on and on. Even on a small table, Dobby, Winky and some other house elves were chatting happily (as happy as they could feel, in a place where they weren't the ones serving they felt rather useless) with Nearly Head-Less Nick and his "new girlfriend", a girl from his same age, who had been killed as she was a witch. She had tried to charm herself so that she couldn't die, but the muggles had broken her wand and she had been unable to save her life.
But in the main table they were having lots of fun. Neither Ron nor Hermione though looked at each other much. Just when Arthur was about to reply something that Lupin said, something on Hermione's chair started shaking.
They all looked at her. Blushing slightly, she turned around and grabbed her white coat and took out something from one of the pockets. They all were surprised to see it was a coin that was shaking violently as she held it in her hands. "Sorry" she said, getting up from the table. "It's Allyson, I'll be right back. Sorry Gin"
And she left the coin on the table, and rushed away.
Arthur, then, grabbed the coin and studied it suspiciously. "This is a good charm. Bewitching a coin as an alarm? Very smart of her!"
Hermione gave the bottle to Ally (who was also dressed for the occasion, in a beautiful watery-pink dress. Her red curls were falling in a little mess from her head. She had just woken up. As Hermione fed her, she started playing with one of her curls and looked at her daughter. She was just so precious...and she would be really smart too. Hermione wanted her daughter to appreciate the things around her, her family and then, later as she went to Hogwarts, her friends. Her little girl would have everything she wanted, but she wouldn't be a spoilt girl. No. She didn't feel like having a little Allyson that was similar to Draco Malfoy (though, Hermione told to herself, he had changed much in the last years) She would have a great relationship with her family, with her uncles and her grandparents.
And what about her father? Something in Hermione's mind snapped her. She has to have a relationship with Ron. He is her parent as well, not only you.
Hermione had to admit that that little voice was right. She couldn't let Ron not be a part of Allyson's life that was for sure. But...she had always imagined her grown up life with the man she loved along with her, raising their kids, living on a house with a nice park and, perhaps a dog to play with Crookshanks.
But, what was she going to do? She had already talked with Ron a thousand times about this, and he had asked her for another chance to be with her. Clearly, he had not stopped loving her. And neither have you, Hermione, she told to herself. What was she going to do?
The band that had been arranged to play on the wedding, realized that it was now time for them to start working. The guests had already stopped eating and were now chatting happily, while drinking red wine or champagne. They nodded their head and started arranging their instruments. Sure, there was also normal music, but Harry had hired a band that played-specially, classical music to play the Valls.
Harry realized what their intentions were and smiled at Ginny. Molly looked at where they were looking, smiled, and then turned to the couple. "I think is now time for the Nuptial Dance"
The newly weds nodded and, slowly and nervously, they got up and went to the dance floor. When they reached the dance floor, Harry and Ginny looked at the band, who had started playing softly until Harry and Ginny had started dancing. Then, the volume of the music rose, until they reached the normal volume. Everything was perfect.
Harry and Ginny moved slowly, with the rhythm of the music, showing a perfect coordination (which had taken them hours and hours of practice in private classes) and naturalistic. They both looked radiant as they danced, from time to time saying things to each other, but mainly only looking at each other's eye and smiling lovingly.
"I don't think I've ever felt so embarrassed in my whole life. You know I'm not a good dancer" Harry said, with a sly smile, his cheeks turning a little pink. Ginny smiled. "Harry, you are doing this perfectly fine. Besides, in less than two minutes we'll be surrounded by couples dancing with us. We will, no longer, be the centre of the attention"
Ginny was right. Soon, most of the couples (even the kids) had gotten up and walked to the dance floor. Hagrid and Madam Maxine who took up most of the space and, as Madam Maxine showed a perfect coordination and naturalistic to dance, Hagrid looked out of place, looking as if he had never danced in his whole life. There were few people who weren't dancing, just like Alastor Moody (who was frowning and inspecting at everyone and everything with his funny eye), Snape (who was drinking his wine with pleasure) and Ron. It's not like he loved to dance or anything, it's just that he didn't feel like dancing, and, besides, he didn't have a partner.
He had thought of fetching Hermione and dancing with her, but he was sure that she would reject him. Sure they had shared some nice moments days ago, but he couldn't force her to dance with him. That was pushing the limit. He wanted so badly to dance with her tonight, to tell her that he was willing to wait for her, to tell her that he couldn't stop loving her... he wanted so badly to tell her so many things that it hurt. But Hermione had left it clear. Right now, she only wanted a father for her daughter. Nothing else-for now. And that clearly ruled Ron out of her sentimental life.
Just as he was pouring some more wine in his glass, and considering going to talk to Moody or even Snape (Am I THAT desperate?- Ron thought to himself) Hermione entered in the room. She looked surprised to see everyone in the dance floor, and smiled when she saw Harry and Ginny dancing around, talking to themselves as if they were the only ones in the world. She wanted to feel like that so badly!
When she arrived to the table, she got a surprise when she saw Ron there. He was drinking wine and watching everyone dancing. "Hi" Hermione said, sitting in her place and dropping the enchanted coin once again in her coat. "Having fun?" she started, after a long silence. Ron nodded. "Yeah, until they started dancing. It's good you came back. I was already thinking of going to talk to Moody or, even worse, Snape"
Hermione frowned. "Snape is not that bad, you know? He's just a little...closed, that's all"
"Closed?" Ron made a funny face. "He's not closed! He's hermetic! I wonder how many people know him really"
Hermione shrugged. "I think he's a noble person. He's been in Dumbledore's side for so many years now..."
"Yeah, and I still don't understand why does Dumbledore trust him"
"Ron, those are Dumbledore's reasons, nobody else's. Let's just leave the topic there, I don't want to argue here"
Ron nodded. They were both quiet for some seconds, looking around and thinking on their own things, when Hermione opened her mouth. "I haven't danced for so long" she said to herself. Ron heard her. She continued. "I haven't danced for more than two years now. And let's not talk about Valls"
"Hermione, do you want to dance?"
"Wha-? Ron, didn't you just hear what I just said?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said "Yeah, yeah, sure I did. That's why I'm asking you"
She thought about it for a moment. This was it, she told to herself. Hermione stood up from her place and walked to Ron. "Sure, why not?"
Ron's face became absolutely red, but he managed to stand up and take Hermione by her hand. They walked together to the dance floor, and then they started dancing.
Hermione knew the song, and she liked it. It was "Iris" from the Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
"It was a nice wedding…" Ron said, trying to start the conversation with Hermione. She nodded. "They were both extremely fabulous..."
"Yeah, I know. They are going to be so happy together.."
Hermione nodded.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
Ron breathed in her perfume. Though he didn't know the name, he knew it very well. She was so monotonous in so many things, and he knew that she would never ever change her perfume. She had used it ever since he had given it to her... in their fifth year.
"Ron?" Hermione said.
"What?"
"I've done some thinking lately... I don't know if I should tell you this here or not..."
"...yes?" This was it, and Ron knew it.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"Do you think we can give it a shot?" she said, blushing sightly... and in that same moment, Ron felt like flying...she, she wanted? She wanted to get back together with him? Oh god!
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
"I mean, I understand that I've done so many things wrong lately, and especially for the past year, but I want you to know that if you actually want... you know? Want to, you know, then I think I'm ready to move on"
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Hermione had tears in her eyes, and that made Ron smile sightly. "I've missed you, Hermione"
God, he loved her so much!
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"I've missed you too, Ron!!" she cried. Ron caressed gently her cheeks, and then bent down to her, brushing his lips against hers.
I just want you to know who I am.
"Harry?" Ginny said, still dancing.
"What is it Ginny? Or shall I say... Mrs Potter"
"Mmm, let's just say Mrs Potter. It sounds so much better" Harry smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. He could stay like this forever, and yet he would not mind.
I just want you to know who I am
"I'm so happy that they've arranged their business together..."
"And how do YOU know about that?"
Ginny grinned evilly, making Harry's heart melt with love. "Woman instinct. I simply know it. Just like I know many other things..."
"Like what?" Harry asked, curiously. What was Ginny talking about?
"You'll find out with time, Potter"
But before Harry could even protest, Ginny gave him a kiss on his lips. "I love you, remember that" she whispered, looking directly at his great green eyes. Harry smiled. He let go one of her hands, to put his hand on the back of her neck. He caressed her lovingly, at the same time he said. "Me too, Ginny... me too"
I just want you to know who I am
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked up, only to meet Ron's fabulous blue eyes.
"Does this mean we are back together?"
Hermione nodded, smiling at him. "I suppose it does, Ron. I suppose it does"
And then, as she rested her head on Ron's shoulder she smiled. So many things had happened during the last few years that it was impossible for her not to remember them. Ally...Ron...everything had been so messed up that, now that she finally felt as if her life was working again, she felt strange. But it was good kind of strange. Tomorrow was going to be a better day that was for sure. And Ron was going to be by her side. It didn't matter if he lost his job (which he would, because she was sure he would come back to the UK) or that she lost hers, it didn't matter if they told her that she would no longer be needed in any work. The only thing that mattered now was that Ron was by her side. Ally was by her side.
She sighed. "I suppose the wisdom of the heart guides us through at the end"
FIN
PS: Song by "Goo Goo Dolls" "Iris" doesn't belong to me.