It was one year
on...I'd given up almost all hope of ever seeing my babies again. It
was now August and I was 18. A year ago I'd left Hogwarts. In the
previous march, my babies had turned one year old and it was on their
birth date that I gave in.
I stood in my room, my long silk dress
brushing against the floor. Hermione stood in her red and gold
bridesmaid dress, painting her nails. My mum stood fixing her hair
and Dad was downstairs muttering away at his speech.
Harry was at
Sirus's house with Ron and all his friends. Ron was the best man;
Hermione was my maid of honor. I was so nervous. I clung to my Dad
when I walked down the stairs in my wedding dress...
"I'm really
proud of you Gin!" Mum smiled as she hugged me tightly.
Mum
had been waiting for this day for a long time. I was the first one of
her children to get married. Quite ironic that I was the last born
too.
I walked out to the limo, my heels clinking against the
gravel of the burrow. It would be almost an hour's drive to the
church from here. I sat with Dad, my head on his chest.
When w arrived at the
church, I was nervous. Butterflies were coming out of my mouth in
hiccups. DAD TOLD ME IT was a classic sign and my mum got it at the
wedding. He helped me out of the car and led me up the stairs, my
dress trailing behind me.
I gulped as I walked into the back of
the church. I took a peak to see Harry and Ron. Harry stood tall in
shirt and suit. When the organ struck up the march, I took my Dads
hand tightly in mine, and began to walk out of the doors and down the
isle.
I hiccupped and a
butterfly flew out of my mouth and into the church. Harry smiled at
me understanding how nervous I must be. I stood at the alter beside
Harry a few moments later.
"Dearly beloved we are here today
to see these two people wed together in holy matrimony,"
The
minister's words drowned out as I looked into Harry's eyes...
"Harry James
Potter, do you take this woman, Ginny Weasly, to be your lawful
wedded wife?"
"I do," he whispered
"Do
you Ginny Weasly take this man, Harry James Potter to be your lawful
wedded husband?"
I saw beads of sweat roll down the
minister's forehead.
"I do..."
"I now
pronounce you...man and WIDOW!"
Suddenly the church went
dark, and I heard my own scream as I was grabbed by cold arms.
"HARRY!" I screamed, pulling, trying to get away from
the arms. I couldn't do it...Then I felt the pop of an
apparition...