/Flashback/

/Luna's POV /

It's alright, Luna. You can do this. You have the bad case of the nerves. It's alright.

The palms of her hands her were sweaty with anticipation. She rubbed them vastly onto her silk gown. She felt a light tap on her left shoulder. She jumped and turned around slowly.

"Oh, Hermione! It's you," Luna said. Her looked through the floral pattern of her veil and stared at Hermione.
"Oh dear, you're jumpy, aren't you. but let me tell you, it's worth all the trouble, Luna. Harry's a lovely man. We've known him since his schooling at Hogwarts," Hermione assured her.
"Yes Hermione, I understand that completely. I have the bad case of the willies. That's all," Luna replied. She cast Hermione a faint smile and turned around. She stood by the threshold of the entrance and waited for the music to start. She took a peek out into the ceremonial room. It was beautiful. White rose petals were scattered on the light blue carpet lain on the aisle. Beams of sunlight cascaded into the room from the long French windows and the large chandelier hung above the guests. All was arranged perfectly. Just as how she pictured as a child. Luna giggled at herself. Already she was thinking about marriage at the age of nine. The hum of the music played. She started to move slowly into the room. Her feet moved within the same beat of the music. She found herself at the altar standing with he man she'd be with for all eternity. The man that had a nice smile and who smelled good.

This is it...The moment.

/Harry's POV/


Blimey! I can not believe this. I can not believe I am doing this. I must be completely out of my mind...AH! I should stop this. I doubt this before it even started. But of ALL people! Who'd thought...who'd honestly thought L-

There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Mate, are you alright in there? The ceremony is going to start soon," Ron's voice vibrated through the oak door.
Uh- yeah...I'll be there shortly," Harry replied. His voice quivered.

Harry sat on a handsome cherry wood chair and held his head in his hands. His fingers brushed up on his forehead and lifted the locks of hair in front. He took a deep, steady breath and stood up. He reached for the door knob but hesitated. He sucked in another block of air into his lungs and exhaled. He opened the door and stepped out. The murmur of music played in the other room. He stood up straight and fixed his tuxedo and walked out onto the altar. Many people whispered, others wept, women looked somewhat torn from the fact. The marching song began to play and all people hushed. At the threshold of the entrance stood a beautiful woman dress lavishly in white. Harry felt a nudge on his shoulder. Ron looked at him and smiled.
Harry whispered," This is it, Ron...This is the moment passing before my eyes."
She neared him and he extends his right arm for her. Her looped her left arm into his and stepped onto the altar. He lifted the veil and stared into her eyes. They twinkled in the light.