Chapter 3
I hear the gentle music plays as the wedding party begins to walk down the aisle. Luna walks down the aisle. Well, she wasn't really walking. She was skipping and throwing the petals happily. I giggle as I watch her. She is the oldest flower girl of all time, but I really wanted Luna to be in the wedding.
Neville is walking besides her. He is our ring bearer. I laugh harder at the look upon his face. He loves her, but he has no clue why she does the things she does.
Bill and Fleur walk down next. Then Fred and Angelina, George and Katie, then Charlie with Mum. Finally Ron and Hermione walk before me.
As I look at the men and women that are standing on their respective sides I notice that the entire wedding party, save Neville and Luna, are my family. I realize in that moment that Harry has become so intertwined with my family that it is normal that they are there on his side.
Dad gives my hand a squeeze.
"I love you my little girl," he whispers. I give him a teary smile.
"I love you too Daddy," I said.
We walk down the aisle and I know that music is playing, but I can't hear it. I can only see Harry. My mind flies back to that day he locked me in the closet. How strange how fast time goes by. I can feel the tears begin to well up. I could have lost him that day, but instead he was here. Marrying me. The thought was too perfect.
He smiles at me that special smile that I love so much. I smile back. I can't believe how fast my heart is pounding. I think it will jump right out of my chest.
I look over at my father and see that he is sad. I am his only girl and he is giving me away to Harry.
I look back at Harry. The Boy Who Lived and the Boy Who Saved Us is going to be my husband.
I remember when I loved him just because he was the Boy Who Lived. I remember when my mother use to tell me the bedtime story of Harry Potter and his brave parents. I realize now that she only knew because she had been in the Order with Harry's parents. She had known Lily and James.
Ironically, Mum had Ron shortly before Harry had been born. My parents, Harry's parents, and Neville's parents all had been expecting children around the same time. The thought sends chills down my spine.
I somehow make the distance between us quickly and before I know it my father is pulling back my veil and kissing my cheek.
"I love you my precious daughter," my father whispers.
"I love you too Daddy." He puts the veil back in place and hands my arm over to Harry, who takes it so gently.
"I'm glad you could make it," Harry says, winking at me. I giggle, remember what he had said that day when he had proposed.
"Me too," I say, winking back at him.
"Dearly Beloved we are gathered here today to join in holy matrimony Harry James Potter and Ginerva Virgina Weasley. If there is anyone here that believes that these two shouldn't be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the minister said.
I try to steady my heart beat. This is the moment that I wished we could have cut out of the wedding. I don't want anyone interfering today.
Thankfully no one says anything and the ceremony goes on. Suddenly, before I know it Harry is standing in front of me. He holds both my hands and is looking right into my eyes. He has memorized his vows to me and each word found its way to my heart.
"Ginny, you are the only one that ever understood me. You are the greatest woman that I have ever met. You have been there, seen things, helped me through the hell of life that I have had so far. And for that, I thank you. Now, standing with you, I know that I am right where I belong. With you. For the rest of our lives. I promise to you that I will always help you, always give you my strength, and be by your side. I promise to love, cherish, and hold you all the days of your life. It is the least I can do for the woman that holds all of me within her heart. I love you Ginvera Weasley," Harry said to me softly.
I wipe away the tears that threaten to come down my face. How could I be so lucky? What had I done right that earned me this wonderful gift of his love? The thought is perplexing and wonderful at the same time.
"I first fell in love with the legend. Then you saved me and I fell in love with the boy. Yet, when you at first didn't notice I was around I gave up. What could such a wonderful boy like you want with me? I was your best friend's sister. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet, you finally saw me. You finally realized that I was there, that I existed. And I knew that I was in love with the man, for that is what you had become then. A man. Not some silly legend or fairy tale, but Harry James Potter. I fell in love with you and I am still falling in love with you Harry. Since the moment I heard your name all I have ever wanted is to be by your side. And I promise to you that I will try to be a good, loving wife. I promise that I will love and cherish you all the days of my life. I love you Harry Potter," I say, nearly whispering.
He gives me that smile that makes me go weak in the knees. With that one look I know that we are always going to be together. His trials are over. He needs not save the world any longer. He only needs to make his own, with me.
"Place your wands together. This will bind you not only spiritual, but magically as well," the minister instructs.
I turn to Hermione who gives me my wand and turn back to Harry. He smiles, understanding that our wedding is far deeper than mosts. Binding magically is a very very sacred thing that most couples during war times never do. Yet, we knew that we always wanted this and don't care what happens.
The minister casts a spell and instantly our wands touch, creating a soft purple light that radiates through the yard.
"Purple means you are perfect soul mates. In each and every way. Your souls and your magic are mates, now and forever. You may kiss your bride."
Harry wraps his arms around me and pulls me into the most searing kiss he has ever given me. I return it in kind. I'm not shocked that we are such soulmates. I knew it from the moment I heard his name.
Harry finally pulls away, but gives me a wicked smile for a brief second. Oh yes. I too can't wait for what is to come. I have dreamt about it my entire life.
"I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter!" The minister cheers out. The crowd goes wild and Harry and I walk down the aisle, smiling and waving. I look over at him, my heart realizing that now I am his. In every aspect.
We finally reach the safety of the house where I can finally pull off this silly veil.
"Can you help me take this off?" I ask as I try to figure out how the veil is sitting in my elegantly wound hair. Harry puts his hands upon my dress and smiles wickedly.
"Well I could help you take this off, but your parents might find us," he replies. I roll my eyes.
"You can help me take that off later, but right now I need you to help me take off the veil you silly man," I reply. He smiles and helps take it out of my hair gently.
"There. Now I can see those beautiful eyes I fell in love with," he says, kissing me softly. I push away.
"Not here. Not now. We have a reception to attend to," I remind him. He smiles, takes my hand, and escorts me out to the other side of the lawn where everyone was waiting.
