Author's note: Hey guys! So I was very pleased by the response I got from the first chapter and decided to rush the second. Let me know what you think. Also, as I forgot to put it in the first chapter, I own absolutely nothing.

"You ready, mate?" Ron asked, clapping Harry on the shoulder as Harry adjusted Teddy's tie.

"As I'll ever be, I suppose," Harry replied, fussily flattening his godson's hair. The little boy looked quite annoyed at this, his formerly cerulean blue hair turning a less attractive shade of green. He felt like a mess, nervous for a reason that he couldn't even place. He knew that Ginny would be there, and that everything would be fine, or so he told himself. But another voice in his head kept saying that he wasn't even supposed to live to see his eighteenth birthday, why should he expect anything more? He knew that he didn't deserve Ginny, he just hoped that she didn't know it as well.

Ron chuckled, seeing through Harry's outer calm, "You'll be fine, mate." Harry straightened out and looked at his best friend, a little annoyed by his jovial state when Harry was such a nervous wreck.

"Is your best man toast done yet?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at Ron. He had asked him the same question last night and been told that he hadn't even started it yet. Again Ron nodded, smiling.

"Finished it while you were in the shower," he tapped his breast pocket, where his best man notes were currently residing. He smiled broadly at Harry's scowl. "Honestly, mate, I don't know what you're all in a tizzy about."

Harry snorted, "When you finally get around to asking Hermione, you'll know."

"We're taking our time," Ron retorted. Harry shook his head.

"You're being a scaredy cat."

"You sound more and more like my mum every day," Ron replied, shaking his head back at his best friend, and smiling again.

"I honestly don't know who's happier about this marriage, me or you," Harry commented as Ron led the way out of the master bedroom of 12 Grimmauld place, where they had been making their last minute adjustments. Neville met them on the stairs, smiling broadly at his friends. He and Hannah had just gotten engaged, and seeing Harry a nervous wreck, he couldn't wait to be one himself.

"What's not to be happy about?" Neville asked as they all cluttered the landing, Teddy having wriggled out of Harry's grasp and sat himself down on the dusty floor, soiling his good trousers, and causing the other three men to pile up behind him, urging him to move.

"Nothing at all," Harry replied, prodding his godson gently. "I'm elated."

"You don't sound elated," Ron noted, still smiling, "You sound right nauseous."

"I feel right nauseous," he returned in an undertone, finally pulling a struggling Teddy back into his arms. "What if she leaves last minute?" The question wasn't a serious one. He knew that Ginny wouldn't do that, but still it was a persistent fear in the back of his mind and he found Ron's laugh after he asked it reassuring.

"My sister?" Ron said through giggles, "Who pined after you for years?"

"Well, maybe she's had a revelation, realized I'm not worth the trouble," Harry defended taking the last few steps and then taking a moment in the entranceway to his house to brush the dust deftly off of his godson's good clothes.

"Oh," Ron snickered, wiping a tear from his eye, "you two do deserve each other."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing, mate," Ron muttered back, heading to the floo in the kitchen. Harry watched his best and oldest friend disappear into the green flames and let Neville go before him; they wanted the women at the burrow to have as much warning of his presence as possible. Molly was adamant that Harry would not see Ginny in her dress before he walked down the aisle. Neville clapped him on the back in a brotherly way, saying, "I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. I mean, if Ginny wanted to leave you, she had plenty of time to before now," before flooing to the burrow.

Strangely, Neville's blundered reassurance made him feel better. It was true, they had been engaged for months and if Ginny had any real qualms about their relationship then she would have broken it off before they got to the altar. She would never intentionally hurt him.

"You ready, Ted?" He asked, setting the boy down and looking him in the eye. Teddy had lived with him full time for almost a year, and though in reality the change had really amounted to him going from spending three nights at Harry's to spending four most weeks, they had both felt the shift. Andromeda was getting older, and Harry had suspicions that she couldn't properly handle Teddy anymore. Andromeda had agreed that maybe it was best if Teddy lived with Harry, even admitting that she had felt rather overwhelmed with the toddler since had learned to walk. The first few weeks had been difficult, as both Harry and Teddy began to adjust to a new schedule and situation but they had fallen into a routine that seemed to work for both of them. Harry had worried about bringing Ginny into the mix and disturbing the delicate balance that they had achieved but Teddy had reassured him repeatedly that he loved Ginny and would love having her in their house.

Teddy nodded, "I'm ready," and then he held out his small hand to his godfather, and together, they stepped into the flames.

Ginny held her breath while Hermione finished lacing up the back of her dress. She wasn't worried about the dress's fit, they had been to Madam Malkin's enough over the last few months of planning to know that the tailoring was perfect but was still relieved when Hermione declared her finished. She spun to see Hermione looking at her with a critical eye, as if deciding if she was ready to be presented to her mother. Mrs. Weasley had been upstairs to check on them intermittently over the last few hours of preparation and she had always seen something to pick at or adjust between the three of them. Hermione and Ginny were both a bit exasperated with Molly's incessant picking; Luna appeared unfazed.

"Should I call her up?" Luna asked from by the door. The three of them were dressed, hair and makeup done. Luna and Hermione looked fantastic in their light purple gowns, and looking at the mirror above her old dresser Ginny couldn't help but think that she didn't look half bad either.

"Do you think Harry will like it?" She asked, smoothing her already smooth skirt absently.

"Oh, Ginny," Hermione replied with a chuckle, "Harry would like you in a potato sack, honestly!"

"You do look really nice," Luna said, smiling at her friends.

Ginny smiled back but couldn't help the growing knot of anxiety from spreading into her stomach. What if he didn't show up?

Hermione walked up to her friend and fixed a small mascara smudge on her cheek, before stepping back and examining her handiwork again, "That's perfect!" She declared suddenly, "Stay just like that, I'm going to get your mother!"

Hermione raced downstairs, calling for Mrs. Weasley. She entered the kitchen and nearly collided headlong with Harry who wheeled out of her way, picking up Teddy to keep him out of the collision zone. "Oh, Harry!" She said, surprised but pleased to see him. "Oh, you look fantastic! Wait until you see Ginny!" She gushed happily, smiling brilliantly at Harry. He smiled back, looking slightly paler than was normal.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the back door, where she stood with Andromeda Tonks, "You are not supposed to be inside," she said pointing to Harry, "And you are supposed to be upstairs!"

Harry and Hermione both stuttered over excuses, acting as though they had been caught in some awful criminal activity and not just walked into each other in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley shook her head at both of them and sent Harry outside. Andromeda picked up her grandson and balanced him carefully on her aching hip; the war had left her feeling ages older than she actually was.

"What was it that you needed, dear?" She finally asked, looking out the window at the fairly large group of men that were watching as Harry, Neville and Ron took a few photos together. She could hear George's voice, his words indistinct, followed by a loud laugh from everyone else. The other group photos, the women and the entire family, along with Harry and Ginny's pictures would be taken after the ceremony, as the sun was setting.

"Oh," Hermione replied after a long moment, still surprised by her best friend's sudden appearance. "Yes, Ginny's ready."

At that Mrs. Weasley jogged up the stairs merrily, as a much younger woman might. Andromeda and Hermione followed at a more reasonable pace, Andromeda letting Teddy down as they reached the stairs. "My back's not what it used to be," she said as explanation, watching little Teddy run up after Mrs. Weasley. "Don't know how I'll manage while Harry's gone." She sighed, smiling all the same. She was looking forward to some extended alone time with her only grandson. She had been relieved when Harry offered to take him, but she still missed the little guy.

Hermione was about to offer help when they got to Ginny's room, and both could hear Mrs. Weasley crying on the other side of the door. Teddy was standing outside, wide-eyed and looked back at his grandmother for help. Andromeda and Hermione shared a look of concern before Hermione bravely reached forward and pushed the door open.

Luna was holding the older woman in a tight embrace as Mrs. Weasley blubbered. Ginny looked somewhere between tears and complete irritation at this display. "Oh, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, pulling away from Luna and dabbing at her eyes, "I don't know what came over me."

Andromeda walked forward and rubbed Molly's back soothingly, "I know. I did the same thing when I saw my D-Dora," she stumbled over her daughter's name and Molly reached down to squeeze her hand.

"She's just so beautiful," Molly explained, dabbing her eyes again and sighing. "I can't believe that my youngest child is getting married today."

"Don't you start again," Ginny said warningly, not even daring to think about what a wreck her mother was likely to turn into at the actual ceremony. Teddy had wandered over to where Ginny stood by the window, looking up at her with rare shyness.

"You look pretty, Ginny," he said as she held out a hand to him and he took it, squeezing warmly.

"Thanks, Teddy," he smiled at her bashfully. "You look awfully nice." The little boy's hair lightened in pleasure at the compliment and he pulled at his jacket without looking at Ginny, as if saying "What? This old thing?"

"Oh, Teddy," Andromeda said, as if just now remembering her grandson's presence. "They're going to want you for pictures, I almost forgot."

"Just let him stay with us until they come looking," Ginny said, still smiling down at her soon-to-be husband's godson.

"I'm afraid I may have scared Harry off. They're likely to wait until we send him down." Her mother replied, pulling Teddy by the hand towards the door. Andromeda took over from there and took the little boy from the room, smiling back at the other women before disappearing down the stairs.

"Harry was here?" Ginny asked, her heart jumping into her throat for reasons she couldn't exactly explain. Of course Harry was here! She could hear the voices of her brothers through the open window, and she knew that he was out there somewhere in the yard with them, though she couldn't see them from the window.

Her mother smiled sheepishly, "Yes, he was in the kitchen for something. I snapped at him and he scurried back out."

"He looked marvelous," Hermione put with a grin.

"You both saw him?" Ginny exclaimed, sounding very much like a small child that had been cheated out of something.

Her mother and Hermione both looked at her with poorly contained smiles, "You did see him yesterday, didn't you?"

"Well, yes," she conceded, eyes narrowed, "but it's not as if today's just any day, is it?"

"No," Luna said, stepping into the conversation for the first time, "It's not."

That statement, as obvious as it was seemed to give them all pause. Ginny stood, enjoying the sensation of the sun on her back and wondered about how one thing could so easily lead to another. One day in late summer, her brother had sat next to Harry Potter on a train, and now Ginny was marrying him. She made a mental note to thank Ron for that simple decision that had changed all of their lives in so many ways before stepping forward and hugging her mother. She hadn't hugged her earlier in fear of having her tears soil the dress, which they had gone through so much trouble to be sure was absolutely perfect. Her mother reciprocated the hug, thankfully without tears and whispered something about being proud of her.

There was a brief knock, forcing everyone in the room from their ruminations as the door swung open, revealing a rather put-together Arthur Weasley, "Fifteen minutes, ladies," he called before catching sight of his daughter and stopping. "Oh, Ginny," he marveled, walking into the room, which was now very full of bodies. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks," she replied, reaching a hand out to him and squeezing once she had it, just as she had done with Teddy. "So do you," she added, remembering her manners.

He shook his head, and smiled, "Are you about ready?"

She nodded, "Entirely. You?"

He shrugged, "No, not at all. I doubt that I ever would be."

"It's just Harry," she began, feeling the familiar exasperation that she had gotten from spending the day with her mother's mood swings.

"Oh, dear," he said, shaking his head, "I know. But… you'll understand, one day, when you and Harry have to give away your little girl."

Ginny laughed, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

He coughed, hiding his impending tears, and squeezed her hand again before letting it drop, "I'm going to go down and make sure everything is going smoothly. I'll come get you, when it's time." He smiled again and then turned and left the room.

Ginny smiled at the women left in the room, and they smiled back, feeling the happiness coming off of her in waves. When it's time, Arthur Weasley's departing words ricocheted around her mind and she felt a thrill of fear and excitement, knowing that it would very soon be time. Time for her to be Mrs. Potter, for the rest of her life.

Standing by the window, she could just hear faint cracks and pops as guests began to arrive outside the gate, their cheerful voices floating up on the wind to her bedroom.