Iris stood looking at herself in the mirror, adjusting the dress and flowers in her hair slightly. She had opted to leave it mostly down, her red curls intertwined with baby's breath and white roses. She had finally let Molly talk her into an exposed back on the dress, though it wasn't completely open. It looked vintage, inspired by her engagement ring. The main part of the skirt was satin with a chiffon overskirt. The underbodice was also satin and strapless, fitted to her body. Over that it had loose, short sleeves of antique lace that cut into matching low V's in the front and back. A beaded band cinched in her waist.

"Will you stop messing with it? You look fine. More than fine. You look perfect," Angelina said, stepping up next to Iris. She looked over at her friend and smiled, though her mouth was a bit wobbly.

"Can't help it. I'm just so nervous. I can't believe after all this time planning and talking about it, it's finally here," she said breathlessly. Angelina smiled and hugged her.

"Well, we all knew this day was coming. I think George said something about betting on it the first day he saw you two make eyes at each other," she said. Iris laughed, thinking back to that day about three years ago now. The day she had swallowed her fear and ventured downstairs to have dinner with everyone in Headquarters for the first time. Oliver had kept shooting her looks down the table.

"Of course he would," she said, rolling her eyes. She looked around the room. Hermione was fussing with her flower crown, while Ginny helped. She wasn't in the wedding party, but Iris couldn't imagine not having her there helping, seeing as she was soon to be real family. Everyone knew she and Harry would marry soon enough. Fleur and Angelina were fussing with Iris' dress while she looked on in the mirror. Nearby Molly and Martha were huddled together in the corner, misty-eyed and helping themselves to the champagne while commenting on how lovely Iris looked and how beautiful her and Oliver's children would be.

The day was here. She was finally marrying Oliver Wood. It had only taken a coma, war, massive fight between them, a Death Eater attack and various other events to get them here. Granted the past several few months had been the most normal they had had since they first met and starting dating.

And not long from now, she would walk down the aisle and pledge to love him until death parted them. Then they would celebrate with their friends and family. Tomorrow, they would head out on their honeymoon, traveling to a beach in far off Southeast Asia. It was the first time Iris would ever travel outside of Britain and she wanted to go as far as they could. She was actually surprised his coach was willing to let him off from practice for the two weeks they were to be gone. Though, with his performance up until then, she supposed he deserved it. Oliver had barely let a quaffle through in the past several matches.

"Are you ready?" Fleur asked, grinning as she absentmindedly rubbed her growing belly. Iris nodded.

"Yes, most definitely," she said. "I think we've all been waiting a fair bit for this day." Angelina laughed.

"From what I hear, it's been awhile," she said.

"I knew you two would end up together from that first Christmas we all spent together. When George and Fred were giving you such a hard time," Fleur said, grinning. Iris smiled sadly, thinking of Fred but took a deep breath.

"Who'd you suppose'll be next? Angelina or Audrey?" Iris asked, winking at Angelina.

"No, do not even start on that Iris. No. No. No," Angelina said as she wagged her finger at her.

"I think perhaps Audrey and Percy," Fleur said, thinking.

The door opened and Audrey came flying in, her lavender skirts flying behind her, as she held on to her flower crown. Iris had all her bridesmaids wearing them.

"Blimey, I don't think I've seen so many people," she said slightly out of breath. The three women looked at her and then each other, bursting out into laughter. "What?" the confused witch asked.

"Nothing," Iris said.

"As I was saying, it looks as though everyone is here and seated. We'll be starting soon," she said. Iris nodded. She looked around for her bouquet and relaxed when she saw it lying on a table under the window. Angelina, Fleur, Hermione and Audrey were all in dresses of varying shades of lavender. Hermione and Ginny walked over to the group, satisfied that their hair was just right.

"You look so beautiful," Hermione said, grinning. Iris looked down at her dress. It had come out perfect and fit her like a glove.

"Thank you," she said.

"Are you nervous?" Ginny asked.

"A bit. But I suppose it's only natural," she said. "I've never been much for being the center of attention. Plus I'm worried I'll trip walking down the aisle or something."

"Harry won't let you fall. And if he does, I'll sock him for you later," Ginny said, grinning. Iris laughed. As if sensing his name being spoken, there was a knock at the door and Harry popped his head in.

"I think we're ready, Iris," he said, grinning. Iris took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, nodding.

"Alright then. Let's do this," she said. Martha and Molly both took turns hugging her and patting her cheeks, then left, Ginny following them with a grin. They would be seated first before the wedding party. Each of the bridesmaids took turns hugging Iris, then picked up their bouquets and walked out. Angelina was last, handing Iris hers before following. Harry and Iris stood for a moment alone.

"You look beautiful," he said. Iris smiled at him, tears already forming in her eyes. She swallowed, giving herself a moment before she spoke.

"Who would have thought three years ago that this day would be possible?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"I think if anyone deserves happiness, it's you," he said. Iris reached out and pulled him into a fierce hug, hoping the gesture said everything she was having a hard time articulating. They broke apart, Iris wiping at her eyes. "I think Mum and Dad would've been proud." Iris nodded, feeling more tears flow down her cheeks.

"I wish they were here to see this," she admitted.

"I like to think they are," he said. He then held his arm out. Iris took it and they walked out of the room.

Before she knew it, they were outside, waiting behind a hedge to take their turn down the aisle. Angelina, her maid of honor, looked over and winked before she stepped out and disappeared. Iris took another deep breath as they stepped closer.

"This is it," she said softly.

"Not having cold feet, are we?" Harry asked with a grin. Iris laughed and looked up at him.

"Never."

"Good, because I think this is our cue," he said, leading her forward. They turned the corner around the hedge and stepped to the end of the aisle, pausing momentarily. At that moment, Iris' breath caught. Every person there stood and looked back at her. Above them was a canopy of wild flowers with fireflies darting here and there in the twilight. Iris looked at the end of the aisle and saw Oliver, standing in a dress kilt, his hands folded in front of him. He was grinning madly as he bounced slightly on his toes, as though he couldn't wait for her to reach him. He stood under the canopy of a large tree with lanterns suspended in its branches. Slowly, she and Harry started making their way down the aisle while soft music played.

During that time, everything from their shared past played through her mind. That first moment he walked into her room at Headquarters, tray of food in hand. The first time he stayed and ate lunch with her. How he laughed and made her laugh. Walking together on the Hogwarts' grounds. Sitting next to him at the Quidditch match while he smiled down at her, explaining the rules of the game. The moment she realized she loved him. Dancing at the Halloween party and then later the New Year's Ball. Him giving her the iris pendant at Christmas. Their reunion after the battle. Then him proposing. After all those years alone, she was here. Walking towards the man she loved. They would create a life together and she was surrounded by the family she had only dreamed of. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. The grin on his face grew the closer they got. There was still a hint of bittersweet there. She spared a thought for those they had lost - who should be there. But she knew in her heart that they were there in spirit. Lily and James. Tonks and Remus. Fred.

They reached the end of the aisle, with Harry handing her hand over to Oliver, while Angelina stepped up and took her bouquet from her. Harry moved to take his spot at the end of the line of groomsmen - Percy, George and Lucas. Arthur Weasley was officiating. He had just started his opening lines when Iris glanced towards the crowd, her eyes resting on Petunia and her husband. Dudley sat next to them. She had reached out recently, feeling it time to let her know that she had survived. While the reunion was rocky, she was glad that they were at least willing to be there and to be civil. Especially when Petunia had nearly had a coronary when she first saw Iris standing on her doorstep, thinking she had seen Lily's ghost. Her eyes traveled farther back and she gasped softly, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her. She looked at Oliver and blinked a few times then looked back again, still seeing them there. She smiled, more tears flowing. On her side of the aisle, standing behind those seated, she saw Lily and James. Close by was Sirius. They were smiling. On the other side, were Tonks and Lupin with Fred standing next to them grinning. She glanced back at Oliver, noticing him staring as well. She realized then it wasn't just in her head. She glanced around him to Harry, noticing he was playing with something in his hand. He smiled and nodded his head and Iris knew this was his wedding present to them. She looked back at them, smiling. She was sure that she and Oliver looked like idiots, crying and grinning towards the back, but she didn't care. They met each other's eyes and Oliver squeezed her hands in his.

Before long, it was time for their vows. They both reached over and took their respective rings from Angelina and George.

"I promise to be your lover, companion and friend, your partner in parenthood, your ally in conflict, your greatest fan and your toughest adversary, your comrade in adventure, your student and teacher, your consolation in disappointment, your accomplice in mischief. This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things," Iris said softly as she placed the ring on Iris' finger.

"I promise to love and care for you, and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you, kind, patient and forgiving. I promise to try to be on time," there was a murmur of laughter from the audience, "But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you and love you for who you are. And to support you in everything that you endeavor to do and be," he said, placing the ring on her finger.

"It is with the utmost happiness that I declare these two husband and wife. Oliver… you may kiss your bride," Arthur said. Oliver grinned and quickly took Iris into his arms, dipping her down and kissing her soundly. Iris couldn't help but laugh into the kiss as the crowd stood and whooped. He then whipped her back up. Iris looked over, taking her bouquet from Angelina, and then looked back at Oliver. He grinned as he took her arm and they began walking back down the aisle, the wedding party following them. As they neared the end, Iris met Lily's eyes. Her older sister nodded with a watery smile as she, James and Sirius slowly disappeared. She then looked over at the other side. Tonks waved as Fred winked and Lupin just smiled. They slowly disappeared as well. Iris then looked at Oliver, still not quite believing they were finally wed. They stopped at the end of the aisle and Oliver leaned over and kissed her.

As the guests stood, the chairs disappeared and tables of food and drink appeared. A band was set up to the side and started to play.

"What on earth were there the two of you grinning at towards the back?" Angelina asked as she came up behind them. Iris looked up at Oliver and then over at Harry.

"Harry's wedding gift," she said. Angelina gave them a look like they were mad. George walked up and kissed Iris on the cheek before hugging Oliver.

"If you'll excuse me a moment, I need to go collect," he said, grinning. Iris laughed. Behind him came a long line of well-wishers, including Petunia and her family. Iris was surprised. Her oldest sister looked at her a moment with tears in her eyes and then launched into a hug.

"I wish you the best, Iris," she said softly into her ear. Iris swallowed her own tears as she nodded.

"Don't be a stranger," she managed to say. Petunia stepped back and looked from Iris to Oliver.

"Take care of her," she said solemnly. Oliver nodded.

"I intend to," he said. "Though I'll wager she's a fair bit good at taking care of herself." There was a hint of a smile on his face. He pulled Iris to his side and kissed the top of her head. Petunia smiled and nodded.

"Well, it was a lovely ceremony, but we must be off," she said. Iris sensed she would have actually liked to have stayed, but one look at Vernon and she could tell his patience for all things magical was running thin. Iris nodded.

"I really appreciate you coming," she said. Petunia nodded and the three of them set off.

"Well that went much smoother than I expected," he said. Iris let out the breath she had been holding.

"You and me both," she said.

"Iris!" someone called. Iris looked over as she saw Minerva and Pomona approaching. Iris grinned as the older witch enveloped her in a hug. "I've been waiting for this day," she said. Iris laughed.

"I have no doubt you have. You and everyone else," she said, laughing. Minerva stepped back and looked at her then over at Oliver, who was now standing close to Iris, his arm around her waist. Tears were apparent in her eyes.

"It's as it should be," she said, finally. At that moment the band started up. Iris looked up at Oliver.

"Fancy a dance, Mrs. Wood?" he asked. Iris nodded, grinning. He led her out to the middle of the dance floor, placing one hand on her waist, while taking the other in his hand. They were off, moving in time with the music.

"Well, Mrs. Wood, I wager that was a fine wedding," he said, smiling down at her.

"Not that I have much to compare it to, but I reckon it was, Mr. Wood," she replied.

"Give it a bit of time and I'm sure there'll be more," he said, glancing around. Iris followed his gaze and saw Harry and Ginny dancing. Not far off, George was swooping Angelina around the dance floor, laughing insanely.

"I believe you're right there," Iris said. She looked back at him, still hardly believing that he was now her husband.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, leaning his forehead against hers. Iris closed her eyes and sent him her thoughts. She saw herself sitting in the stands, watching him make the winning save at Quidditch. The two of them crooning over a small red-headed child. A family Christmas. Oliver laughed.

"So basically our entire future together?" he said. Iris nodded.

"I never thought any of this was possible, and here we are," she said.

"Iris… with us, anything is possible," he said softly before capturing her lips in a kiss.

Indeed, it was.