Disclaimer: For the very last time, I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N For those of you who are not aware of this, this is the very last chapter. Harry Potter and the Horcrux Search is gone and done with, after this. There will be an epilogue, so please when you review say some of the characters you want an epilogue on, excluding the main four characters. Thanks!
The Final Say
Harry knelt before Ginny, holding her soft hand in his own. "I love you, Ginny Weasley. I want to be with you forever, please marry me?" He repeated the question.
Ginny stared at him, her brown eyes wide. "Marry you?" She asked, dumbfounded.
Harry nodded. "You're killing me here Ginny!"
Ginny stared at him for a moment, speechless, then seemed to snap out of it. "Harry, you're not doing this because you think you have to, are you?" She said, pulling her hand out of his.
Harry sighed, and shook his head. "No, I really want to marry you, please Ginny, say yes?"
Ginny stared at him for another minute, and then looked down at her hands. After a very tense silence, she looked up at him, and placed her very shaky hand in his. "Yes, yes I will marry you Harry Potter!" Harry jumped up, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, and then stepped back to look at her. "You mean it? You'll marry me?"
Ginny nodded. "I love you. We're a little young, but that doesn't mean anything. Yes Harry, I will marry you."
Daniella, the waitress, came over just then. "Oh! You're getting married!" She said, in a completely different voice than normal.
Ginny looked at her, grinning like mad. "Can we get our check?"
Daniella smiled for the first time. "Of course, mademoiselle."
When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt like something was completely different.
Oh ya, I'm engaged. Harry thought, and grinned. He glanced at Ron, who was still sharing a room with. Is he ever going to get a shock when he wakes up. Harry got out of bed, eager to find Ginny.
He got dressed, and padded down to the kitchen. Neville was eating oatmeal at the table.
"Neville, have you seen Ginny?" Harry asked.
Neville looked up at him. "Oh, hey Harry. No, I haven't seen her."
Harry sighed, and went to go search the other rooms. He looked everywhere, but had no luck.
Maybe she's still asleep. Harry thought, and headed to her room. Just as he was about to tap on it, Ginny tiptoed out.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Ginny asked, surprised, clicking the door shut behind.
Harry kissed her on the cheek. "We need to talk, about what we're going to do."
Ginny nodded. "Yes, we don't want to be thinking two different things."
Harry took her hand, and led her down to the hall to the library. He shut the door, and sat on the couch next to Ginny.
"Is this really happening? Are we really talking about marriage?" Ginny asked, smiling.
Harry nodded. "I think so."
Ginny beamed again, and kissed Harry squarely.
"So, do you think we should wait to tell everyone?" Harry asked.
Ginny bit her lip, considering it. "I don't know. I mean, my mum will have a heart attack, especially since it hasn't been very long."
Harry nodded. " I know. If we waited until everything dies down a bit, and you have the perfect ring, and maybe until after my birthday, when I turn eighteen, then everything might be a little easier."
Ginny smiled. "This is a pretty big secret. Think we can keep it?"
Harry shrugged. "I think we can do it."
"So, a ring huh?" Ginny said, batting her eyelashes teasingly.
Harry grinned. "Well, I'm sure we can find some little thing."
Ginny sighed. "Harry, you must know, I can't have some little thing. I need a wonderful big shinny thing!"
"Well, I guess I can afford it." Harry replied.
Ginny smiled, and leaned up against his chest.
"Ginny, where should we live?" Harry asked suddenly.
She raised her eyebrows. "Where did that come from?"
Harry shrugged. "I was just thinking, when we get married," Ginny grinned. "You might not want to live here. And if I know you, you are going to have almost the whole wedding planned out by the time we announce we're engaged. So it won't be long until we get married after we announce it." Ginny blushed.
"Well I might have it planned…but not scheduled." She said.
Harry nodded. "But still, I want to have living arrangements all situated. So, do you want to buy a new house, or live in this one?"
Ginny looked at him. "Harry, I will live wherever you want, as long as I am with you. I think this a wonderful house, it's huge, so we can have friends stay with us, maybe hire some help...paid of course." She smiled. "I think that I might do a little re-decorating. Possibly stick Mrs. Black in a room far far away from here." Harry laughed. "That's a good idea." He looked at her. "So here it is?"
Ginny nodded. "Here it is."
The days flew by, and they turned into weeks, which turned into months. Harry and Ginny where finding it more and more difficult to keep their engagement a secret. A few times, they had almost slipped up and told.
Harry bought Ginny a ring, which she carried around in her pocket all the time. Neville's grandmother finally was able to go home, so Neville went back to help care for her.
Ron and Hermione where still dating, and hadn't broken up in weeks, to Harry's surprise. The four went out together very often, sometime just the four, sometimes with others.
As Harry predicted, by the time July came around, Ginny had their wedding completely planned, the date and all.
"Harry, only a few weeks and we can tell all of them." Ginny said one day, in the beginning of July.
Harry beamed. "I know, I can't wait. We'll have to tell your parents first, though."
Ginny looked at him questioningly. "Why?"
Harry bit his lip. "Well, it's just respectful, I guess. Some muggle men ask the girls father before they ask the girl, in respect."
"That's nice. I guess if you really want to tell them first, you can." Ginny answered.
Harry smiled. "I love you Ginevra Weasley."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Ginevra? Seriously Harry, where in the world did that come from?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, just thought I would test it out."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, you have. Now don't use it again."
He grinned. "Don't use what? Ginevra?"
She playfully punched him in the arm. "Yes Harry, Ginevra."
He sighed dramatically. "Oh, alright. If you insist."
She smiled. "Thank you."
Harry glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. "Only a few more weeks until we can tell them."
She sighed contently. "I know, I can't wait. Do you think that having the wedding so soon after we tell them will be alright?"
"Why wouldn't it be? I think three months is perfectly fine." Harry answered.
She shrugged. "I guess I just think that it might be a bit of a shock for them. I mean, we love each other, and we have dated for a year, and we are both of age, but still, I think that maybe they will still find something wrong."
Harry kissed her on the forehead. "Gin, I think that even if they do think it's too soon, that they will still get on fine with it. They've known me for a while, and they know that if they disagree, it won't change our plans." Ginny
smiled softly. "Let's just tell them like we planned. After all, even if your parents don't like it, we know Ron and Hermione will." Harry said, grinning.
Ginny nodded. "Okay, I guess you're right."
"Let's go eat, okay? Remus and Tonks are coming over." Harry reminded her.
She got up, and stretched. "Let's go."
Three weeks later, Harry went to bed, with an unusual cheeriness. It was the night before his eighteenth birthday, and the next day a dinner with the entire Weasley family was planned, along with Hermione. Harry was very anxious, since Ginny and he would announce their engagement. He lay in bed thinking about it, staring at the dark ceiling.
What if everyone thinks it's a bad idea, if they don't think that we're fit for each other? Harry thought, starting to get nervous. Harry, you're acting like you did right before you kissed her. Control yourself. Harry sighed, and rolled over to go to sleep.
He was woken late the next morning by a giggling Ginny throwing herself onto him. "Happy birthday Harry!"
"Wha--?" Harry croaked, feeling for his glasses. "What's going on?"
Ginny slid the glasses on his face, crookedly. Harry fixed them, as everything became clear. "Ginny, what are you doing here?" He asked sleepily, yawning.
Ginny beamed. "It's your birthday1 I just wanted to be the first one to wake you!" She screeched.
Ron, who had been sleeping on his bed, snoring peacefully, woke then. "What is bloody wrong with you people?" He asked grumpily, rubbing his eyes. "Do you know what time it is?"
Ginny glared at him. "Ronald Weasley, shut up and go back to sleep, or leave please."
Ron returned the glare, then rolled over and put his pillow over his head.
Ginny turned back to Harry, and grinned again. "Get dressed, and meet me in the library." She flounced out of the room, shutting the door noisily behind her.
Ron sat up again, and looked at her. "What's got her so excited?"
Harry shrugged, and grinned. We get to tell them tonight! No more secrets!
He quickly changed, and went down to the library, after making sure Ron wouldn't follow.
Ginny was seated on the normal couch, but she jumped up when Harry entered the room.
"Do you know what today is?" She asked, grinning wildly.
Harry smiled. "Yes, I do. I can't wait until tonight."
Ginny nodded. "I know. I've been up since eight picking out an outfit. I want it to be perfect."
Harry rolled his eyes, silently thinking about what Ron would say if he heard her say that.
"I'm a bit nervous though, aren't you?" Ginny said, pulling him down next to her on the plush couch.
He nodded his head quickly. "Yes, I am. I could hardly sleep last night, thinking about it."
She cocked her head. "Like what?"
He lifted his shoulders and dropped them. "Well, what would happen if they do think it's a bad idea. I know I said we wouldn't care, but if your parents hate the idea, doesn't that mean that when we get married, and have kids, they will grow up not knowing either of their grandparents?"
Ginny covered his hand with hers. "Well, first off Harry, you turned out wonderful, and you grew up without any grandparents, or even parents. And second thing, they might not like it at first, but they'll get used to it. You don't really think that my mother could resist grandchildren do you?"
Harry smiled. "I know. I guess I'm just nervous."
"If you're this nervous before you tell everyone about our engagement, then you're going to be a wreck on the wedding day." Ginny laughed.
Harry chuckled. "No, because by then everyone will know. I'm just nervous about telling them."
"Sure, whatever you say, Harry." Ginny answered, still grinning.
Just then, the couple heard Ron calling them. "Harry, Ginny! Come on! We're going out to breakfast!"
Ginny glanced at Harry. "You heard the man, let's eat!"
Through out the day, everyone treated Harry like they did last year, except for the parties. They would be having dinner at the burrow, Mrs. Weasley would be making something. Harry was still very nervous, but when he got extremely nervous, he just thought back on what Ginny said. Soon, it was five o'clock, and he had to go get ready to go. They had to be at the burrow at six.
Once he was changed, and had combed his hair, it was 5:45, almost time to leave. He went down to the girls room, and knocked on the door. "Ginny Hermione! We have got to go!"
The door opened to reveal Hermione and Ginny giggling, as they came out.
"Okay Harry, let's go." Ginny said, and turned to grin at Hermione. "Are we aparating there?"
Harry nodded. "Yep, unless you want to fly."
Ginny grinned. "What time is it?"
Harry looked down at his watch. "Ten till. Do you really want to fly?"
She beamed, then went back to her room, and returned with her broom. "It only takes like five minutes to get there, so why not?"
Harry shrugged. "Okay, let's go. My broom is at the door."
Ginny beamed. "I can't wait!"
Harry knew when she said that, she didn't mean flying to her parents, she meant the conversation that would take place.
The two took their brooms outside, and mounted them. They took of at top speed, the wind running through their hair.
Harry loved the feeling of being up so high, being able to look at the ground, and see the sparkling lights, and once in a while flying next to a bird.
"Are you ready?" Harry yelled to Ginny.
She nodded, and they both dropped down, and then pulled their brooms into a smooth landing.
Harry smoothed his hair down, and reached for Ginny hand. "Here goes nothing!"
He set his and Ginny's brooms down outside the door, and knocked on the door.
It was almost immediately swung open by Mrs. Weasley, who was beaming.
"Harry, Ginny!" She hugged them both. "Happy birthday, Harry dear. I hope you have a good day?"
He nodded. "I have thanks."
She smiled. "Oh, do come in. Pardon me; I'm just forgetting everything today!" She opened the door wider, so Harry and Ginny could step in.
The motherly woman led the way to the dining room, where the family was sitting around the worn table, laughing about something Fred and George was saying.
"Hey Harry!" Fred and George said together.
Harry grinned at them. "Hey guys."
Greetings where exchanged with everyone, as Harry and Ginny sat down. Ron and Hermione where already there, they had left not long after Harry and Ginny had left.
By the time dinner was served, everyone was starving. They where having a beef and vegetable stew, with rolls, and of course, pumpkin juice.
They all ate, laughing and talking. When they were done, Mrs. Weasley cleared the table, and brought out a cake.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" She said, setting the cake in front of him. She handed him a knife, and Harry cut into the milk chocolate cake, cutting each piece carefully.
As soon as everyone their pieces, Harry glanced at Ginny. "Ready?" He whispered.
She nodded, her eyes very wide. They both stood up, and got everyone's attention.
"Everyone, Harry and I have an announcement to make." Ginny announced.
Everyone looked at them, setting their forks, sensing that they where serious.
Harry took a deep breath. "Well, first of, I would like to tell you something, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, privately, is possible?"
Mr. Weasley beamed. "Of course, Harry. And it's Arthur, we can go to the front foyer."
He may not want me to call him that in a few minutes…Harry thought grimly, though he just nodded, and followed Them into the front room.
"Now what did you need, Harry my dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Well, you see, Ginny and I have been dating for about a year now." Harry started. "So a few months ago, Gin and I went out to eat, and to make a very, very, long story short, I asked her to marry me. I told her I wanted to tell you first."
The red-headed couple stared at him in complete shock.
Mrs. Weasley was first to brake the silence. "Oh Harry!" She squealed, almost screaming. "I am so happy for you!"
Harry sighed in relief. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." He answered, hugging her warmly.
Mr. Weasley was still staring at him, so Mrs. Weasley elbowed him. "Arthur! Say something!"
He cleared his throat. "Oh, umm…alright then." He started to smile. "Congratulations, son. I don't think I could have picked a better person for her." He said, and pulled Harry into a bear hug.
After they had discussed a few things, they went back to the dining room, to the rest of the family.
They where chattering, and eating cake still, but when Harry entered the room, and the tearful smiling Mrs. Weasley returned to her seat, things went dead silent.
Harry nodded at Ginny, and winked. She stood up quickly, and the couple again turned to face the group.
"We wanted to tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley first, but…Ginny and I are engaged!" Harry announced, grinning from ear to ear.
The room broke out in cheers from the twins, cheerful congratulations from Bill, Fleur, and Charlie, solemn congratulations from Percy, a slap on the back from Ron, and a tearful hug from Hermione.
The ladies crowded around Ginny, so they could see the ring, and the men crowded around Harry to pound him on the back, and ask how he proposed.
"So that's why she was so happy this morning!" Ron said. "You got to announce it today!"
Mr. Weasley looked up at Harry, as he was shorter than him now. "I wish you had told us when you first asked her. We wouldn't have minded, you know."
Harry shrugged. "Well now we've had a chance to get used to it, and she's been able to get it all planned the way she wants it."
Bill laughed. "You must know Harry, once my mother digests this, she will be planning this wedding from top to bottom."
"Yes, but Ginny's pretty stubborn, I think Mum'll have a run for her money." Charlie laughed.
The men broke out in laughter. "Right you are, my boys. I think Harry and I are going to have a very interesting time, these next few months." Mr. Weasley said.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "I think you're right, sir."
"When is this wedding, by the way, Harry?" Percy asked.
Harry glanced at Ginny, who was still being interrogated by Hermione, Fleur, and Mrs. Weasley. "Well, I think that Ginny said November first. She wanted it to be exactly three months after we told everyone, but the place she wants won't be free on the thirty-first. They're having a Halloween party."
"She really does have this whole thing planned out, doesn't she?" Ron said, laughing.
Harry nodded. "Three months without telling anyone, she has to have something to do."
Talk went on like this, and soon the ladies joined the conversation. Every stayed late, talking about the wedding, when it would be, would Ginny wanted, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Weasley announced they where going to bed, but that everyone was more than welcome to stay, and the tea was on the stove. Percy left, but everyone else voted to stay for a while.
While Fleur, Ginny, and Hermione went to go get the tea, the brothers all surrounded Harry quickly.
"Harry, my friend." Fred said. "We all need to talk to you, but felt that it was better done without the women, or Dad."
George nodded. "You know we like you Harry, but there are still a few things we need to discuss."
Bill and Charlie seemed to agree. "Ginny is our sister, our only sister." Bill said. "And we love her dearly. So we want to protect her."
Charlie put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We know you Harry, and if this was any other person, you would get a much harder time."
"What are your intentions with our sister?" Fred asked bluntly.
Harry looked around at the men. Here goes nothing. He thought. "I want to marry her; I want to take care of her. Nothing else, nothing less. I love Ginny, and I think that I can take care of her."
"You think?" George asked. "I don't want you to think, I want you to know."
Harry sighed. "George, I don't know. I can't be completely positive that I can take care of every single problem that comes, but I will try my best."
"Fred, George, lay off. He's going to do his best, and nothing else." Bill said, apparently satisfied with Harry's answer.
The twins sigh at the same time.
"All we're saying is that if you hurt our sister, we hurt you." George said, in his most innocent voice.
Fred nodded his agreement. "But don't worry Harry, we trust you. All four of us."
George grinned. "Percy to, he just doesn't show it."
The girls came back in just then, with a platter full of tea. "'Ere's tea for everyone." Fleur said, passing the cups around.
"Thank you." Harry said, grateful that they had come back.
The night progressed, and one by one, everyone left. By the time Harry rolled into bed, it was three AM.
Well, that certainly turned out better than we thought. Well now everything can get really ready. I agree with Mr. Weasley, this is going to be a crazy next few weeks. Harry smiled, and rolled over, and soon fell asleep.
One month later, the wedding was completely set up, and scheduled for November first, as planned.
Now Ginny was focusing on getting the house ready. Ron and Hermione where going to continue living in the house, but with a small amount of remodeling, which was done by magic, they both got their own apartment area, which included a small kitchen, dining/living room, bathroom, small extra room that would be used for an office for Ron, and a library for Hermione, and bedroom. The house in all had ten bedrooms, including Harry and Ginny's, Ron's, and Hermione's. Harry and Ginny had agreed to wait until after the wedding to share a room, so they where both staying in the ones they had been in. Ginny had decided to have two offices, one for each person, three guest bedrooms, and leave the extra two empty, for a while. There was also three bathroom, plus the master bath.
Ginny turned the house from an insane mess, to a comfortable home. Harry saw that she enjoyed it immensely.
The Black Manor was painted, refurnished, and all sorts of things. Harry was very relieved that she was using magic, instead of actually painting, he remembered when Aunt Petunia had painted the house, and it had smelled so bad.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been invited to the wedding, but Harry seriously doubted they would show up.
"Harry, what are you going to do for a job?" Hermione asked one day, as she and Harry where looking at paint swatches.
Harry looked at the ground. "I uh…I thought I might look into becoming an Auror." He answered hesitantly.
She smiled. "Oh Harry! That's wonderful! I remember in our sixth year you got so worried that you wouldn't be able to be one, but then Slughorn said you could. I always knew that you would be good at it."
Harry looked up at her. "Really? You mean it?"
She nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"
He shrugged, his cheeks starting to turn red. "Well…I guess I thought you would want me to be something more…reasonable. Like a teacher or something."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry, becoming an Auror is reasonable. They protect the wizarding world from things." She grinned. "It's like a muggle police officer, but don't tell Mr. Weasley that, or he'll be signing up."
Harry smiled at her. "Thanks Hermione. Don't tell Ginny yet though, okay? I want it to be certain, I'm not sure if I can get it, since I didn't go to school last year."
Hermione sighed with exasperation. "Harry, you act like you don't know this. You are the one who killed Voldomort, you could do anything you wanted, almost."
"Well not anything…" Harry protested.
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
He sighed. "Okay. I'm going in to the Ministry tomorrow to apply."
Hermione smiled in triumph. "Good idea. And remember, you are Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, and on and on the list of names go."
Harry laughed. "Alright Hermione, thanks."
It was soon the day before the wedding. Harry had discovered that the wizards where even more superstitious than muggles where. He was not aloud to see Ginny all day long, and if he did, Harry felt that Mrs. Weasley might decide they should post-pone the wedding. So whenever he had something to tell Ginny, he would either have to write her, or send someone to tell her. The day was very busy, Harry at the place where they ceremony would be, supervising everything, and Ginny at the Burrow doing last minute details, last Harry had heard, she was yelling at one of the caterers because their gloves where black instead of white. Ron, as Harry's best man, was busy getting re-fitted, because he had unfortunately grown a quarter of an inch since last month, so the tuxedo fitted him weird.
Flowers where being arranged by the staircase where Ginny would enter from, the alter where the Marge would marry them was being scrubbed, and polished, and then the red and white roses would be arranged there two. The white chairs that guests would sit in was set facing the alter, and the then the reception area was set up nicely. Harry and Ginny had decided to have the wedding at four PM, so the reception would be at about six, or whenever the ceremony ended. They where having a seafood dinner, five different kinds of shrimp, salmon, a kind of tuna thing, salads, and all sorts of food. Harry wasn't sure about a lot of the dishes, and he had only had shrimp a few times, but Ginny had insisted that he would love it, so he went along with the idea.
Harry spent the entire day at the wedding lodge, and in the evening he went to a quiditch game with the Weasley men, and a few others. The Chudley Cannons where playing the Wigtown Wanderers, and Harry had his group had very good seats.
The spent the evening watching the game, and by the time it was over, it was eleven o'clock, so they all went home to bed. Harry would be getting up at seven the next morning to prepare for the wedding, so he had decided to not stay up very late.
Hermione had Ginny where staying on the other side of the house, in Hermione's now finished apartment, Ron and Harry where in Harry's room.
"Ron?" Harry said, as he was lying in the dark room, staring at the black ceiling.
He heard Ron roll over. "Ya Harry?"
Harry rolled over onto his side. "I'm getting married."
Ron chuckled. "Glad you realize this, Harry."
Harry smiled. "I'm getting married. One year ago, I wouldn't have even thought of this. I was just concentrated on getting Voldomort."
"Not any more. Now you've killed him, and are getting married to my sister in the morning." Ron said, almost blankly, so that Harry didn't know what he was feeling.
Harry propped him self up on his pillow, and grabbed his wand. "Lumos." He whispered, making the tip of his wand light the room up. "Are you alright with this?" He asked Ron.
Ron propped himself up, also. "With what?"
"Me getting married to Ginny?" Harry clarified.
Ron shrugged. "Sure, why wouldn't I?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know, Ron. Because she's your sister?" Harry bit his lip. "You know, last year when I wanted to date her, the thing that was holding me back was that you where my best friend, and I was afraid that you would be mad at me for wanting to date her. I tried to decide between the two of you, but I couldn't. So when she kissed me," Ron made a face. "I was trying to ignore my feelings for her."
Ron sighed. "Harry, you are the best thing that has happened to my sister. She was dating all those jerks, and I hated it. All year long I was actually trying to find someone else for her, someone I liked her. When she first started to date Dean, I kind of thought it might work, but then I hated it." Harry grinned, remembering when Ron and he had walked in on Ginny and Dean Thomas making out. They had both been so mad, and Dean had just ran. "So when the two of you started to date, I wasn't very sure, but I got used to it. I know, and like you. Not to mention I live with you, so I can monitor you two…"
Harry raised his eyebrows teasingly. "You might not want to monitor everything…"
"Oh eww Harry!" Ron said, making a face.
Harry grinned. "Okay, let's go to sleep now. We have to get up nice and early, remember?"
Ron made another face. "Great, now I can have wonderful dreams about you and my sister tonight…"
Harry laughed, and put out his wand. He rolled over, and went to sleep, dreaming of the next day.
Early the next morning, before Harry was supposed to get up, he was waken by Ginny, shaking him softly.
She put a finger over her lips, and motioned for her to follow him. He got out of bed, slipping his glasses on. He followed her down the hall, and downstairs to the finished master bedroom. She shut the door, then flopped down on the bed beside Harry.
"I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to talk to you." She said, smiling softly.
Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly. "About what?"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted to actually talk to you. Mum didn't want us to see each other all day yesterday, for good luck or something."
Harry nodded. "I know, I just went along with it so she didn't freak out. She seemed more freaked out than you do right now."
Ginny laughed. "I am a little freaked out, but not as much as she was." She admitted.
Harry looked around the room. "You did really good, Gin."
It was true, the room painted tan, with dark green border, and cherry wood bedroom set looked wonderful. It didn't have the very girly qualities that Harry had feared it might have, but it did look like something the couple would like.
"Thank you, I had a lot of fun doing it." Ginny responded.
Harry put his arm around her shoulders. "Can you believe it? We're getting married in just a few hours."
Ginny smiled from ear to ear. "I know, isn't it awesome?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, it is." He glanced his watch. "Oh no, we have to get back to our rooms, the other two will be soon, and if they find out that I saw you before the wedding…"
Ginny smiled, and nodded. "Alright, I'll see you later."
The next time I see her will be when she's walking down the aisle. Harry thought, as he quickly went back to his room, and into bed.
Ron and Hermione did not find out that they had been out bed, and Ginny and Hermione left for the Burrow, before Ron and Harry came out of their room, as planned.
Harry spent the morning and afternoon being scrubbed, plucked, combed, and yelled at by everyone. The only thing that kept him happy was the thought that by this time tomorrow, he would be married to Ginny.
At 3:30, he went to the dressing room, and put his tuxedo on, along with the other men in the wedding. He had to have pictures taken, and all sorts of things, before the ceremony started.
Harry straightened his bow tie nervously. "Am I doing the right thing, Mr. Weasley?" He asked suddenly.
Mr. Weasley looked at him. "Harry, it's Arthur. And of course you doing the right thing, why wouldn't you be?"
Harry shrugged, and looked at his watch. "Is it time to go down to the front yet?"
Ron shook his head. "No Harry, not until the pictures are over."
Harry sighed. "Well than can we start taking them yet?"
Mr. Weasley nodded. "Of course, Harry. Let's go sit down on the chairs over there." Harry followed him to the other part of the room, where four white chairs was arranged.
The camera man told them to relax, and just smile.
He snapped a few pictures of them, and then told them he was done. "Thank you." Ron told him.
The man nodded, and hurried of to help the other camera man with the bridal pictures.
"Now can we go to the front?" Harry asked.
Ron and Mr. Weasley exchanged looks. "Ya, I guess." Ron answered.
Harry grinned, and left the room quickly.
Ron quickly caught up with him. "Harry, you have got to settle down. I get it, you're nervous, but mate, you are acting like a six year-old."
Harry sighed. "I'm sorry Ron. I am really getting nervous, and I'm driving everyone else insane doing so."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Thank God it isn't me who's getting married."
Harry laughed. "Are you and Hermione thinking about it?"
Ron shook his head. "No, not yet."
The Marge, a lady named Juliette Casablanca, came down to the alter, and stood behind Harry. "Ready, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."
The music started playing, and all the guests who had not taken their seats, came in and sat down.
Then the Weasley's, excluding Ron, came down the aisle. Then came Hermione, looking beautiful in a light green
dress, with a darker green shawl draped loosely on her shoulders, and her hair was pinned up like it had been for the Yule ball, four years ago.
Finally came Ginny, and she looked so stunningly gorgeous, that Harry felt like he might melt. Her red hair was pinned in an up-do, and was covered in a lace veil, and the slim white wedding dress, with more lace from the waist down.
She walked down the aisle slowly, looking like an angel. Then she was next to Harry, smiling sweetly.
Harry realized he was holding his breath, and let it out slowly.
The couple turned to face the Marge.
"Harry Potter, Ginevra Weasley, do you wish to get married?" She asked.
Harry looked at Ginny. "We do." They chorused.
The Marge nodded, with a slight smile. "Alright, please take your wands out and put them together. Ginevra, repeat after me. I Ginevra,"
"I Ginevra," Ginny repeated.
"Give myself to Harry Potter," The Marge instructed.
Ginny looked up at Harry. "Give myself to Harry Potter,"
Juliet continued. "To marry and respect as my husband."
Ginny smiled. "To marry and respect as my husband."
A turquoise light traveled from Ginny's wand to Harry's, lighting Harry's up with the blue-green color.
The Marge turned to Harry. "Harry, repeat after me, please." Harry nodded. "I Harry,"
"I Harry," Harry said.
The Marge looked at Harry. "Give myself to Ginevra Weasley,"
"To marry and respect as my wife." She finished.
"To marry and respect as my wife." Harry repeated, looking into Ginny's brown eyes.
A yellow light shot from Harry's wand, making Ginny's glow yellow.
Juliet beamed, and put her wand over Harry an Ginny's. "I Juliet René Casablanca herby marry Ginevra Weasley and Harry Potter. Brides family, please stand up and repeat after me."
All of the Weasley's stood up.
"We give Ginevra Weasley to Harry Potter to have as his wife." The Marge said.
All of the Wealseys repeated her unison. "We give Ginevra Weasley to Harry Potter to have for his wife."
Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears that where streaming down her cheeks away.
"Will the Potters stand up and repeat what I say?" The Marge asked.
Harry bit his lip, and looked down, knowing there was no Potters, or even any family there.
"We give Harry Potter to Ginevra Weasley to have for her husband." Harry's head shot up, and looked around the room. To his great surprise, Petunia Durlsey stood in the back of the room. "We the Dursleys give Harry Potter to Ginevra Weasley to have as her husband." Aunt Petunia said, saying Durlsey instead of Potter.
Juliet beamed. "I give you Mr. and Mrs. Potter!"
Harry looked at Ginny, and kissed her deeply, and it seemed to last forever, but when they broke apart, it had only been a moment. "Mrs. Potter, I think I like that." Ginny said, smiling.
Harry nodded. "Me to. Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
"I can't believe your Aunt came." Ginny commented, as they walked down the hall to the changing room.
Harry slowly nodded. "I can't believe she stood up. I was expecting no one to."
Ginny caressed his hand. "I love you Harry."
Harry kissed her hand. "I love you too, Mrs. Potter."
A/N OH MY GOSH! I cannot believe I am done! This has been so much fun, and work. I am just in shock that it's done! I have worked so hard, and kind of long, and now 30 chapters and 83 reviews later, I'm done.
I originally planned for ten chapters, then I decided twenty, then twenty-five, and now I'm at 30! I am so happy that people have bothered to read it, and stick with me. When I first started writing this story, I had never written anything before, except when I had to. This has just been so awesome, I think my writing has gotten so much better. And throughout this entire story, I have only gotten one sour review, and that's something to say. I go and look at reviews on some stories, and am just shocked how mean some are. Every single person who has reviewed has made me so happy, you should see me. I look at the stats every time I update also, and oh my gosh, I have almost 9000 hits! Amazing! Anyways, thank for reading my story, I should have the epilogue up in a few days. You guys are the best!
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