WOW! my VERY last chapter for Gleaming, i'm gonna cry,...LOL...j/k...but it's kind of sad that i am DONE...FINALLY!
(thanks for my reviewers is at the bottom) remember you don't know WHO the father is, yet, so you just have to look at the kid's personality and then his description to get it down, though you can always guess and hope!
so here goes...wish me luck...
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Chapter 18: Cheers!
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One week later a frantic Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger were looking at gowns in different shops for Hermione's wedding. She was very glad that she already had a bouquet of flowers, shoes, and veil, all she needed was the biggest part, her dress! They stopped at Madam Malkin's and they said that they were looking for a wedding dress, after Madam Malkin remembered that Molly had gotten her wedding dress from her 'special' room.
"You know you look familiar to me too," she said to Luna.
"Oh, that's probably because I look a lot like my mum, her name was Angela Lov–."
"Oh yes, I remember her. She came for a dress the day before her wedding. She was clearly not fussed about it. The only bride to be I've ever seen not go absolutely insane over dress which dress to get. She kept relaxed." She ended smiling down at Luna. Then she quickly ushered the women to the back. And they soon started to pull out different gowns as soon as they got their hands on worthy candidates.
"How about this one, Hermione?" Said Luna, looking at the dress dreamily. She was not frantic like the rest. It seemed only she could stay sane in the midst of all the chaos that surrounded the planning for the Potter Wedding completely.
All the ladies rushed towards Luna, Hermione leading the way. They all stopped abruptly and looked at the dress before them. They were at loss for words. It was perfect! The one Hermione always looked for.
"Brilliant," she whispered in awe.
"Sweetie, you're going to look beautiful in this." Said Mrs. Granger. And it was not long after that that both Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Weasley dissolved into tears.
Hermione bought the dress. Well, actually her mother and her second mother (Molly) paid for it.
Hermione's belly had not gotten to big. She still looked pretty normal, the bulge in her middle had increased a bit; it was her fourth month.
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They went back to the Granger House. Apparently Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Granger had gotten half of the planning done. Albus had the ceremony planned and Harry and Hermione picked out a place for it where it felt private and intimate. (Dumbledore said that it was the same place where James and Lily had gotten married by him; The Potter Mansion's backyard. Dumbledore helped Harry get it back after so long, that that was where they were going to live after they got married.) Mr. Weasley was in charge of the party after the ceremony, and Mr. Granger was in charge of food.
All the girls where in charge of the decorating. Ginny and Luna (with the help of Hermione) had the invitations picked out and sent.
Ron was best man, closely followed by Neville. Ginny and Luna were Hermione's bridesmaids.
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THE BIG DAY!
Hermione's mother and Molly were already done getting dressed for the big day and they were both helping Ginny and Luna get ready, but most of all, all of them fussed over Hermione's appearance.
Once Hermione was done the rest of the girls left to do last minute preparations and get everything set up and ready to go, including the men.
Hermione looked in to the mirror, she had to admit that she loved the way she looked in her moon white dress; it was off the shoulder with tiny diamonds at the hem of the bottom. It looked like a princess gown and she loved it. She saw that her soft brown curls cascaded down her face elegantly as her veil was placed gently with few little diamonds glittering the top of her head were the veil started seamlessly. She sighed in front of the mirror. This was her day. And it would be great.
She knew it was time to go when Ginny came knocking on her bedroom door.
"Hey, the ceremony starts at 8, are you ready to go it's 7:30 (pm)?" Asked Ginny, looking beautiful in her pretty bridesmaid dress of midnight blue silk.
"Yeah." Hermione said looking at the floor.
"Hermione, don't cry, you'll ruin your make up. Come on your dad and Luna are waiting." Said Ginny bossily.
"Oh, Ginny! I'm just so happy! I can't believe I'm going to marry Harry!" She burst out laughing joyously as her eyes stung, she swallowed the tears back, willing herself no to ruin her make up, which took an hour of putting on by the delicate hands of her mother.
"Ok...was everything alright earlier, I heard you and your mum yelling a little?" Hermione asked.
"Oh it was nothing, just that Ron, had misplaced the rings...oh don't worry, we found them...they were under the table in the kitchen. How they got there, don't ask me." Said Ginny as she rolled her eyes. Hermione nodded smiling.
"Ok, let's go." Hermione said bracing herself for the rest of her perfect life.
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As she entered the elegant elaborate backyard in the almost sunset, all eyes turned to her. She walked along her proud father down the isle leading to the front where Albus Dumbledore stood, as Ginny and Luna trailed behind them. The beaming bridesmaids were also looked upon by a smiling Neville and Ron.
Hermione could see her mother and Mrs. Weasley crying silently into handkerchiefs, as well as Lavender, Parvati, and Padma, alongside Seamus and Dean. She could see Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George beam at her as she walked. She saw the small quantity of her uncles and aunts and their children. She turned her head a bit and saw her former Professors Minerva and Severus. Moody, Tonks, and Remus were there too.
Then her head turned to the first person she saw when she had first walked in, Harry. He was smiling and as she approached the front, Harry whispered, "you look beautiful, love." Hermione looked at him, smiling as big as ever. And she couldn't help it, a little tear escaped her eye. Albus looked down upon the young couple. True love as it exists, and he beamed at them.
The ceremony went by as smoothly as intended. They said their vows and 'I do.' Ron fumbled around for the rings, which were in the inside pocket of his tuxedo. They women cried, while the men looked up proudly.
Once everyone sat down after the ceremony, they started to eat and talk happily to each other. There were about 11 or 12 tables spread out in the area where they were of the big backyard. The stars grew bright. And there were small candles lingering over them, lighting the darkness perfectly. Fewer candles lingered where the small dancing area was, there they could enjoy the bright stars and the gleaming full silver moon over them.
Now it was time to see who the next newlywed would be. Hermione got up and told all the girls to do the same, because she was about to throw her bouquet to the next lucky girl. She invited the boys too, though none of them felt it was safe to go. She counted to three and made like she was going to throw it, but didn't; the crowd of girls groaned while she teased them all like that. Then when she finally did do it, it landed on Luna, and Ron turned a brilliant bright red. All eyes turned his direction, and he went an even more excellent color of scarlet, as the crowd laughed.
After the cutting of their wedding cake. Everyone ate their piece chatting freely, with no interruptions, except for when a golden frog jumped out of Hermione's piece, which startled everyone when she screamed. All eyes turned to her table. Thankfully the frog didn't jump on her or soil her with icing of the cake. Harry wasn't so lucky; the frog landed squarely on his piece of cake splattering his face with icing. Everyone burst out laughing as Harry cleaned the icing off his face.
"Sorry newlyweds. The warm Summer night was a cause for our inspiration–." Began George smiling brightly.
"Not to mention, it is your wedding day. You deserved something special." Finished Fred also beaming.
Harry took a small chunk of icing and threw it at George, it hit him right in the nose. People laughed even harder.
"Boys! Behave yourselves!" Yelled Molly, though amused herself. And as Fred turned to look at his mother Harry thought it was his turn to get cake on his face, so he threw him another small chunk of icing and it hit him right in the eye as he was turning. Getting both twins made Harry laugh out loud with Hermione and everyone else.
"Alright, everyone..." Now all eyes turned to Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Granger, who were standing with their glasses raised. They thought it was best to have their toast now, or else the night might go to a cake fight, which would get dirty and sticky, but nonetheless hilarious.
"We'd like to present a toast for the newlyweds. My beautiful daughter and Harry, my now Son-in-law. " Said Mr. Granger, holding up his glass grinning at them all.
"Yes, for their happiness and may it last forever." Said Arthur beaming at them as well.
"Harry, Hermione, you are one of the most beautiful couples I've seen and I wish for the both of you, and future additions to the family, to be as happy and healthy as ever. A toast!" Said Dumbledore beaming proudly at the young couple. Everyone smiled broadly raising their glasses.
"Cheers!" Was heard all around the back yard, as the stars winked down on them.
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A/N: didn't you like the wedding, that's how i'd like to get married, at night.
And I also hope you guys are thinking hard about who the father turned out to be, because if you haven't noticed, HARRY and DRACO have an EQUAL chance of being the father...just keep thinking, or stop reading my A/N and read the rest of the chapter fast! have fun! (names don't suggest anything, it's not like they would name their child Draco, right?)
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long time after the wedding...about 11 years to be precise, er, i think.
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"James! Get down here!" Yelled Hermione, calling her son.
"Son, we're going to be late." Said Harry, as James made his way down the stairs of the elaberate Potter Mansion.
"Mum, I'm here, I'm here. Sorry mum, I was putting my owl in her cage, but she wouldn't go in. Where's Sarah?" Said the 11 year old trying to calm down his mother.
"Ok, son. Let's go. Your sister is already in the car. I thought you were as eager as she is to go to school. Harry come on." Said Hermione sweetly to her husband as she led them out the door towards their car.
"I am, and Sarah doesn't go to school until next year. I'll have one great year without her, when she comes she'll probably pester me all the time." Complained James.
"Son, don't say that about you sister. Remember she looks up to you, and you have to watch out for her next year, ok." Reasoned Harry with the boy.
"Ok." Said James grudgingly, though he did promise.
They arrived at King's Cross Station to see that James got to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry safely for the first time, since it was his turn to go.
Harry and Hermione Potter beamed at their little James, along with their little girl, Sarah who waved back profusely at the train as it moved forward faster and faster.
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"Potter, James." Called Professor McGonagall. James staggered, scared and embarrassed to the stool. He tried on the Sorting Hat, while being watched by an old Headmaster.
"Ahh!...As great as your father, you will be James. I see you are brilliant, like your mother as well. You have true qualities that belong in every house. Let's see...Let's look further down shall we...Where do you belong?" Came the voice of the Sorting Hat. James was as scared as ever, what if he didn't get in the same house as his parents. He knew he would belong there, but something told him, that that wasn't where he was going. "Very intelligent, you're sneaky and cunning when it comes to the right moment, so was your father...Let's see...Ahh yes!...Gryffindor!"
James let out the breath he was holding. And in a gasp of relief he took the hat off and his knobbly knees made him stumbled his way to the cheering house. The Gryffindors welcomed the raven, very untidy haired, brown eyed, boy to their table, where he sat by another first year; a bossy looking brunette with jet black hair and startling green eyes.
A new Generation!...Albus Dumbledore thought...
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"Yey!"...squeals in excitement "I AM DONE!" it took me two whole months to do this fic. Doesn't it seem like it isn't the same story, that is, if you go back and read the first chapter, and then read the last few.
To me my first "baby" seems to be two completely different stories...how awesome...squeals in excitement again "I AM DONE, yes!"
NOW you go do your duty and review, OK! i'm counting on you guys, if it was worth reading, please tell me:starts whispering: (because between you and me, it was definitely worth writing!) now be a wonderful person and REVIEW...wow...i'm...done...yes!...LOL...I'm finally done...but to those who didn't catch it THE FATHER WAS HARRY!
i didn't put my thanks to you reviewers at the top because i thought maybe you wanted to read the chapter first, but now i am.
clasyact : i like that you review on all those chapters! and no, they didn't use any contraceptive spell, that contributes to who the father is, but THANKS for the kudos!...you signed in anonymously, do you have an account? i'd like to read your fics.
prncssktty13: what did you and your boyfriend bet on? i'd like to know. i'm going to go read your story RIGHT NOW! and i'll review too! i won't mind if you crosss my storyline, i'm sure many people have written something similar, we're just joining the drama. LOL!...THANK YOU!
Megan: did you like the wedding?...your baked goodies bag, was full of chocolate chip cookies, and i ate them all 'cause they're my favorite! THANKS A BUNCH, YOU TOTALLY KICK ASS!
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Now everyone go and start reading my new story, it's called, "Another Time, Love.", and don't forget to REVIEW! I love all you wonderful people!
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And another thing, I BET you all thought that a little 16 year old couldn't think of a fic like this, right? Well I'm glad all you awesome readers liked it, I was 16 when I wrote this, and let me tell you, I've definitely grown, as a writer since then. Yeah I know it's pretty dark in some ways, but I can't help it, I love writing that way, actually this isn't even that dark, but I know some people consider it that way.