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Chapter 2

I look in the mirror and see a beautiful woman. I can't believe that I look this way. I can't believe that I am going to marry the one person I've always wanted to marry. Harry Potter. Me! I'm going to marry him today and I will be Ginverva Potter.

I smooth the dress at my hips and take a look. I want to look perfect. Not for anyone else, but my husband to be. My husband. I smile just with the thought.

"Oh Ginny, you look amazing!" Hermione exclaims, coming up behind me. I smile at her brightly.

"Thank you! So do you," I tell her. Hermione blushes and tries to deny it. She says she looks like such a cow, but I stop her.

"Nothing is more beautiful than a woman carrying her husband's child," I tell her. Hermione blushes deeper and rests a hand upon her very swollen stomach.

A year. Hermione and Ron have been married a year and are about to start their very own family. The day of the battle changed many lives. For the better, I'd say.

I look in the mirror once again. Yes, Harry and I could have married a year previous to this. However, he wanted me to finish school. It had been hard, not being with him every day, but his weekly visits always made up for the time I didn't spend with him.

I'm thankful that he said I should finish school. I think it was one of my better decisions.

And ultimately it lead up to this day. The day that I have been waiting for since my mother sat me upon her knee and told me the grand story of a young boy that saved us all from the most evil wizard of all time.

A knock resounds upon the door. Hermione goes to see who it is.

"Ron! No. You are the best man and you can't come in here!" Hermione said, but it was pointless. Once an idea came into his head there was no stopping him.

"Wow Ginny! You look so beautiful," Ron said, coming over to give me a hug.

"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself," I say. He hugs me tightly in a way that he has never hugged me before. He pulls me away at arms length and takes a deep breath.

"You know I'm not good with words so I'm just going to try to say this without any mush involved. You are my sister. Heck, you are the only female Weasley we have. And now you are going to be a Potter. I want you to know that you may be a Potter, but you will always be a Weasley. Always and forever. And your children will be half Weasleys. Just remember that," he said. I blink away the tears that threaten to flow.

"Thanks Ron. I love you too," I whisper to him. He hugs me once again, quickly and then goes over to his wife.

"Ginerva? Baby are you in here?" My mother's voice calls to me.

"I'm in here, Mum!" I call back. The door swings open and there is the whole Weasley clan which has expanded greatly since the end of the war.

Bill and Fleur come in with their little Annie. How she looks like Bill. He comes over and hugs me, whispering how much he loves me. I smile and touch his scarred face.

Fred and Angelina come up to me next. They hug me at the same time, which is more difficult for Angelina since she is also heavy with child. Of course then George and Katie want in on the action so I end up getting smushed instead of hugged.

They finally pull away to let Charlie in. I ponder on when he will find love. He is the second to the oldest. He is now the only Weasley without a significant other. Yet, I know deep within my heart that he will find her. Very very soon.

Percy, who has finally rejoined the family, comes over with Penelope. Penelope hugs me as Percy stiffly shakes my hand. I stiffle a laugh. He will never change.

Finally Mum and Dad come over. Mum is crying.

"I love you my darling baby. When you came into our family we were overjoyed to have a daughter. Yet, your father and I knew that it would be different raising you. And we knew that one day we would add another son to our family. Today, on your special day, we want you to know that we love you and that we are so proud to be adding Harry to our family. And we want you to know that even though you are a married woman now that you will always be Ginerva Virgina Weasley," her mother said softly.

I start to cry and my mother hands me a tissue.

"Now now child. Don't cry. This is a happy day. Your husband waits for you downstairs. Are you ready?" Her father asked me. I nod, feeling the curls bounce in their places.

"I'm ready."