The waves were slowly crashing on the brown sand as I sat and watched from the window of the room. I was alone, but the noise from the beach made my blood hum with anticipation. The sun was almost set, the white tents were eluding people. Everyone was seated, or being escorted by Lysander, Lorcan, and Hugo.

It was strange. Normally I can hear all the surrounding movement before I go out on the pitch. It hypes me, gets me ready to face whatever I need to face. I don't need that for today. The sun needs to set. I just need to walk out of this room with my head held high.

Another minute trickled by in the October air. My quidditch season ended in two weeks ago. We lost in the semi-final round to Romania. I should be sad; I should sulk about how we were about to win when Nick got knocked off his broom; right now, it is the furthest thing from my mind. Maybe it's because another minute passed. The sun was getting lower; the ocean was getting calmer.

"Lily," my mother's voice called from the door. I still look out the window. "He will not be out there until it's time. It's what you wanted, remember?" She teases.

I finally turn around. "No, it's what Scorp wanted." I tell her with a smile. She looks radiant, her red hair pulled back into a tight bun and her sliver dress hitting the candlelight of the room.

"Your dad will be up soon," she told me, pulling a strand of my curled hair over my shoulder. "I don't think he's ready."

"Were you ready on your wedding day?" I asked her, looking back to the window.

"Yes," she said, letting out a laugh. "I think your dad and I had been through enough by then. Just like you."

"I didn't fight a Dark Lord like you two."

"No, but you fought for each other, and that's worth fighting for," my mom whispered.

We fought with each other. We fought for each other. Today made that no different. We would still fight, we would still stand strong for the other. Today just made everything fit together, like the handles on a new broom.

"I'm going down to make sure Albus does nothing we all will want to hex him for." She tells me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you soon."

I nod and watch her leave the door.

Another minute passes.

And another.

Another.

The door creaked open, and my dad appears. His hair is a mess on the top of his head as he shakes his head at me. "Nope, I won't do it."

"Why? Because I'll no longer be a Potter?"

"No," he said, pulling me into a hug. "Because you won't be my baby girl anymore."

I don't notice the tears I'm shedding before they hit my cheek. "Oh, daddy. I'll always be your little girl." It reminds me what James said at his wedding. I'm getting older and so is he, but that doesn't mean our bond will change. Maybe I won't climb into his lap anymore, but I will always seek comfort in him.

"Are you ready? You don't have to do this. We can apperate out of here with no reserve or fear of the consequence." He tells me, looking me in the eye.

"Daddy, I'm ready." I simply tell him, pulling away from his embrace.

He nods. I can't determine what his mood is. He looks so happy and sad at the same time. I check myself in the mirror one last time.

My dress took forever to find. Victorie took me to France to get it. The bodice was a corset with intricate, sparkling jewels cascading down swirling pattern to my waist where the fabric turned into a soft layer of tulle. A thin layer of tulle made off shoulder sleeves. I wore flats, no one expected me to wear heels, most of them expected me in quidditch boots.

My dad pulled the veil that went to my waist down in the back over my curled and slightly pinned up hair. It was the one request about my appearance Scorpius had. He wanted my hair down.

I picked up the bouquet Quinn had carefully constructed of white and red lilies from the table and took my dad's hand. He pulled me closer to him, under his arm, and kissed my head gently.

We walked outside of the doors of the house. The sun was finally setting over the white, sliver, and red archway. No one had turned around. Everyone was in position, everyone was waiting for my dad and me to walk on the enchanted white runner. We are finally close enough for me to see a head of blonde hair watching the waves. Everyone is facing the opposite direction from us except for my Aunt Hermione, who is standing in the middle of the archway.

Scorpius looked at her and tensed, as if he knows I'm coming but hadn't been told to turn around yet. His fingers moved as if he is impatient. I let out a small laugh and my dad gave me a strange look.

Finally, my aunt told him he can turn around, we are twenty feet away. His smile lit up his face as he looked at me, like he had taken a deep breath and he was finally releasing it. His eyes kept watch of us, meander down the aisle.

He was radiant. His black dress robes were laced with sliver and red strings, but the look in his eyes is something I will never forget. It's how I always wanted someone to look at me. A look that showed he accepted me, every part of me. My temper, my humor, my struggles, my triumphs. My everything. I hope I was giving him the same look.

We finally stopped in front of him and he reached out his hand, even though he wasn't supposed to.

"Who gives this woman to his man?" My aunt asked.

"Her mother and I," my dad said. I turned to look at him and he pulled my veil back over my face. There were tears threatening to leave his eyes. My dad, who defeated the Dark Lord, who was the best Auror since Mad-eye Moody, the current Minster of Magic, was crying.

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before taking Scorpius' hand. "Take care of her," my dad said.

"With my life," Scorpius commented.

We turned to face Aunt Hermione, and I give my flowers to Shaina. Hermione started talking. I zoned it out. I could only focus on the feel of Scorpius' hand in mine. Before I knew it, we were facing each other again. His grey eyes held nothing but love. He couldn't even hold back his smile.

"Potter, it's a name that used to define you. I called you it because I wanted you to mean less to me. If I would have known the first time I set eyes on you that one day that name wouldn't matter, I would have been able to see you as who you really are. Lily, my Lily, who is strong, and fierce, who sticks up to those who are in the wrong, and I know that has been me a time or two." Everyone chuckles. "My Lily, who is loyal and true to those who she loves. My Lily who knows what she wants and has the passion to seek it with all of her heart. My Lily, who like her name sake, knows that love can never divide, but can conquer anything.

"Now, I get to call you Malfoy. Something that you used to spit at me like it was a curse gone wrong. I hope from this day forth when you hear my name that is now yours as something loving and kind and full of hope that no matter what happens, we share it together. I've waited so long for this moment, when we get to join our hearts and souls together and become one. No matter what name or terms they use against us. I'm forever yours, Lily Luna Potter."

I take a deep breath, trying to not let the tears fall from my eyes, but Scorpius, being Scorp, brushes them away as they fall.

"I've known love my whole life. My parents have embodied it at every turn. Love is so strong that it bonds people beyond death. I've heard stories of a love so strong it changed the course of someone's life into a purpose to do good. I've seen my uncles and aunts throw affection around as if it were the most natural thing to do. But I always had a hard time with it. I knew what love really was, but had never experienced it in a way beyond my family.

"I was in love with the idea of someone loving me. My idea was so wrong. We are so much stronger. It's stronger than hate, something I thought I felt. It's stronger than the idea that I had. You shattered at every turn. We have our own love. One that defies people's standards, one that rises to soar like a phoenix that had to rise from the ashes we created.

"The first time I kissed you, I didn't know why I wanted to, and now that I'm older, that we have struggled and fought to be here, I know why I kissed you. You had asked me why I put up a wall. Why I didn't let people see the real me and it was because it petrified me that I couldn't be something worth knowing. That I wouldn't be something wanted, but that's what you wanted from me. You wanted to know me. You wanted to want me just as I was. The annoying girl who got you in trouble.

"But I put up that wall with you because I knew everything I ever desired I could find in you. I loved you long before I thought I did. I love the way you lead. The way you can be friends with anyone. I love how you stand up for what you believe. I love the way you can make anyone feel special, and I especially love the way you never give up on yourself or us. I'm yours. I've been yours from the very first glace."

Aunt Hermione asked us to put are hands together and to grab on to each other's wrists. She casts a spell that binds us together. Potter and Malfoy, connected until our very last breaths.

I feel the spell in the marrows of my bones, but I don't look at it. I keep smiling like a fool to Scorpius. When the spell fades into our skin, I stand on my toes and kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if we were one body.

When he releases me, he takes my hand and we face the world for the first time, officially bonded.

We moved together to my parents, who hugged and congratulated us. Then to Draco and Astoria. I hug them both as Draco whispers in my ear, "Welcome to the family, officially." I let out a laugh and turn to James, who stood as Best Man. He wraps Scorpius in a massive hug, clapping him on the back. I turn to Shaina and hug her fiercely.

Everything else seems to blur until Scorpius took my hand and lead me down the aisle.

Away from the setting sun, radiating off the water in miraculous light.