The day Harry became an Auror was one of the happiest days of his life.
When the ceremony had ended, he raced to his flat, throwing off his robe and his tall hat. He smiled at the farewell card that Wyatt and his other college mates had given him, and he Apparated into the Weasley kitchen. Ginny was waiting for him.
Silently, she walked over and hugged him.
Harry stood by the altar, his face white with fear, his limbs shaking. Ron, the best man, stood beside him.
Ron and Hermione had got married the week before, and Ron now wore a golden band on his finger to prove it. They were so happy together. Harry even heard Hermione mutter something about trying for a baby already.
Suddenly, the organ started playing. The audience stood up, and the doors opened. Harry looked up, staring.
Ginny came in accompanied by her father. She was the most beautiful thing that Harry had ever seen. Her dress was long and white, with net sleeves. Her hair was loose, and it stretched down her back, with a few strands coming over her shoulders. The flowers she held in her hand were white roses. She was smiling. Harry smiled back. Hermione and Luna followed in tow, wearing blue. Ron gazed at Hermione, smiling.
Harry and Ginny met at the altar, each one nervous and shaking.
'Harry, do you take Ginny to be your lawfully wedded wife?'
'I do.' Harry answered, his voice wobbly.
'And Ginny, do you in turn take Harry as your lawfully wedded husband?'
'I do.'
'I now pronounce you man and wife.'
The audience cheered. Harry breathed out slowly. He was married. They had done it.
'You may kiss the bride.'
Harry and Ginny were lost in each other's gazes as Ginny slowly moved forward, took his hands in hers, and gave him a gentle kiss.
'Awwww….'
The vicar wiped his eyes.
Harry lay next to Ginny, feeling the warm touch of her skin, and the soft tickle of her hair on his shoulder. He had never felt so peaceful, so happy. Happily, he fell asleep.