1-NOLITA FAIRYTALE 3:28
"Now take the glitz back, I want the soul instead
'Cause I found some kind of fairy-tale."
She woke up with the heavy head of someone who had fallen asleep crying her eyes out, which she did last night after…she refused to dwell on it any longer. If she was dead to her father, if her mother refused to stand up for her, then they were dead to her too.
Five years ago, she had walked out of the life she had known to face a war she didn't know she would survive with nothing but the clothes on her back and her wand, but she had managed. This time around she wasn't alone and she had so much more.
A tangled of jet-black hair, one hand draped lazily across her waist, Harry Potter was sleeping soundly, unaware of the gentle smile that adorned his fiancée's face. He had been so wonderful last night.
For having lived with him for almost five years she knew how temperamental he was and how he couldn't resist to threats. But he had clenched his fists, let all the nasty words wash over him and calmly asked for her hand.
"We both know you don't need my permission for that," her father had spat before making it very clear that she was dead to him and that she wouldn't get one Knut from him.
She had given up her inheritance years ago, she had just hoped that her parents would at least attend the wedding. But there was no such chance, wasn't it?
She had to remind herself that she had more than an inheritance. And even though she will miss her parents till her dying day, in Andromeda, Teddy, and her friends she had a family, and perhaps one day she'll have her very own family. With Harry they had made a little paradise and a shelter out of the grimy place that was Grimmauld Place and the ruin that was the house in Godric's Hollow, and for four years she had lived her fairy-tale there with him.