Destiny
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This was it.
Somehow in his heart, he knew that this day would come. And he'd try to prepare himself for the eventuality. But nevertheless, he was nervous and shaking.
He collapsed into a chair, dragging his hands through his ever unruly hair.
He could run away. But he knew he never would do that. Not a chance. This was his destiny and he'd spent years thinking of this very day.
He took a slow, deep breath and adjusted his glasses.
His stomach clenched painfully, and he buried his face in his hands.
Oh, God help me.
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There was a sharp knock at the door. Harry opened it with sweaty palms.
"Alright, there, Harry?" said Mr. Weasley, entering the room, followed by Remus, Ron, Fred, George, Charlie and Bill.
Unable to find his voice, Harry just nodded. The Weasleys looked on with sympathetic expressions. Remus seemed to hide a small sad smile.
"It's not too late to run off," joked Fred, nudging him gently in the shoulder. Harry thought he might be sick.
"There's no turning back once you leave this room, Harry," said Charlie.
"Don't forget that talk we had. And don't forget that stuff we taught you," said George. Harry visibly blanched at this and swayed on the spot. Bill caught his shoulders and chuckled, sadly.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that," said Mr. Weasley, soothingly.
"We'll be there with you - no need to be so scared," said Remus.
"I think it's about time," Bill said, glancing at his watch. The group nodded and one by one shook hands with Harry. Ron lingered behind and gave him a strong hug and reassuring smile.
Harry held his head up, ignored the gnawing pain in his stomach and walked out of the room with Ron right behind him.
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Oh, God. It's happening.
Harry struggled to breath and blinked back tears. A blinding light was slowly approaching him. He forced his eyes to focus and he could make out colors. White. Gold. And red.
His vision slowly cleared, and so did his mind. He took strength in the blinding beauty approaching him. Mr. Weasley's presence seemed to steady him, as well - the father figure he'd always wanted.
He felt himself lift his hand numbly. A small, soft, warm hand clasped it and everything seemed to dissolve around him. It was just him and the beauty. His eyes took it in slowly.
There she was. His Ginny, as he'd always pictured in his mind. She was smiling, but he didn't miss the tears welling up in his eyes. The sight brought a huge, shaky smile to his face. His grip around her hand tightened and together they turned to face their destiny.
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"I now pronouce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
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Author's Notes:
Hehe, just another silly one-shot. I'm sure this has been done before. Harry is really nervous and we're led to believe he's about to face Voldemort- but instead he's getting married to Ginny! Enough to make a bloke crazy. I'm wondering what the twins taught him that made him want to faint...
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