Ch 16 The Wedding

Spark looked up at me with large amber eyes. "El…this can't be happening. This has to be a dream…"

Forcing myself to keep the straightest face I could and to keep all sarcasm out of my voice I looked her square in the eye and said "It isn't happening. This is a dream. Well, sort of. See you're a 17 year old girl who was in a horrible gondola accident and is now in a coma. The only thing keeping you alive is machines. Until you wake up that is. I personally am just a figment of your imagination. Thank you for making me so beautiful but if you could make my love life a little less complicated I would appreciate it. Or even life with my brother. Or just get rid of the Volturi. That would solve a lot of problems. But whenever you decide to wake up all this will go poof." I clapped my hands together. "It will all disappear. See you actually live in the Antarctic with a horde of penguins. But you went on vacation with a friend to Italy and managed to capsize a gondola and get yourself into this vegetative state." I nodded once, trying not to smile.

Spark's face was amazing. She was just staring at me.

I rolled my eyes and pushed her gently; for a vampire that is. "If you believe that you need to be locked up in a white padded room."

She shook her head. "El come on. Seriously."

"I'm being serious Spark. You've got the man of your dreams; for eternity. You're getting married today. BE. HAPPY." It took everything in me to not break into song and dance. I loved Spark and George to death, figuratively of course, but I couldn't help but be slightly jealous. Here she was, with her true love, she got him for eternity, and she looked absolutely beautiful in her off white dress. Yes, off white; she fought with Molly for a week on it being off white because she didn't want to look too pale.

And where was I? I was alone, my love dead, my other doing who knows what in Italy, alone for probably all eternity because he won't leave the Volturi for me, and in a rather pretty royal blue halter dress that went to the floor. Did I look pretty in it? Of course not. Why? Because I'm me.

I shook my head and tried to get a grip on my jealousy. I wasn't going to make her feel bad because she was going to have an amazing immortal life. Something did bother me though; what was going to happen when they were married? Would Spark move out? Would she leave me? Aren't I just going to be a third wheel? I looked away for a moment and took a deep, and unnecessary, breath. I looked back at Spark, seeing her look at me critically.

"No. You didn't feel any of that. Shh. No I won't explain any of what you didn't feel. Don't ask. Won't tell. There's nothing to tell. Shh. You're going to have an absolutely beautiful wedding hun." I played with her hair which was up in an elegant style.

Spark looked back at me. "Elanor…"

"Spark, drop it." I looked at her seriously. "What I feel shouldn't ruin today for you. You and George are meant to be. Now you are going to get up, smile, grab this bouquet of orchids and lilies and you're going to go meet Monsieur Groban, and Fleur, Gabrielle, and Ginny are going to walk in front of us, then I'm going to walk, then you and Monsieur Groban are going to walk down the aisle. Then you're going to go through the classic 'do you take' vows for the first time for the rest of eternity. And you are going to smile. And you are going to be happy. Or I am going to personally make the rest of eternity hell for you." I nodded once.

Spark looked at me; shock radiating off of her like a bad odor. "El…"

"No. I will drag you down that aisle if I must. You're not backing out of this. I'm wearing the pretty blue dress instead of the pretty purple dresses that everyone else is wearing because I'm your [i]maid of honor[/i] and that means I make sure you don't do something stupid. And guess what Spark; turning away from George would be stupid. And I won't let you do it." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

Spark blinked. "El…"

"WHAT?!" I finally snapped and shouted at her. She was driving me mental.

She sat there and looked at me for a few moments before finally saying, "Thank you." She got up and hugged me. "What would I do without you?"

"Go mental. Now walk." I pushed her, rather gently considering how I was currently feeling, toward the door.

Flashing a smile at me, Spark headed toward the door. Then she stopped.

"WHAT NOW?" I asked her, unable to hide my irritation any longer.

She looked at me. "You go first."

"Oh no you don't…" I went to push her but she moved to the side.

"No; it's not that…"

"Then what is it?" I ran my fingers through my long golden hair, careful not to take any of the curls out of it.

"I don't want him to walk around the corner and accidently see me…"

"Oh for fu…"

"El please…"

I sighed then nodded. "Fine. But you are soo holding my hand." I reached behind me as I walked past her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her behind me.

***

I couldn't help but look at Spark's other maid of honors as we got ready to walk down the aisle. At first I hadn't been sure that purple would work too well with Ginny's red hair, but she looked stunning. In fact, the entire burrow looked stunning. There were silver baubles everywhere, held up in the air magically. There were also flowers galore; Orchids, lilies, roses, tulips, daisies. Everything was absolutely beautiful; but nothing compared to Spark's beauty. She looked absolutely incredible. I couldn't help but be amazed at how gorgeous she was.

And I apparently wasn't the only one. Josh Groban walked up, looking like he was going to drown in his drool. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Spark. I couldn't help but wonder if he was going to say something when the preacher man said "If anyone should object to these two joining in holy matrimony speak now or forever hold your peace." Hmm. I'll just have to watch him and be able to tackle him should the need arise.

Turning my attention back to the guests; it was small. All the Weasley's, that Potter kid, and that Granger girl who Spark has officially deemed "bushy-haired twit" as well as Monsieur Groban. I couldn't help but feel a little heart sick that Fred wasn't here. He should be standing where Charlie was; as best man. Not for the first time was I truly envious of Spark. She had the man of her dreams; what did I have? A complicated, and virtually non-existent, love life. Oh well, I can't keep dwelling on the past.

George had chosen well, in my opinion, for his groom's men. He chose Charlie to walk with me, Bill for Fleur, Harry for Ginny, and Ron for Fleur's sister, Gabriella.

I looked at the others as music started to magically play. My sensitive eyes scanned for my soon-to-be-redheaded-sort of-brother-in-law. I felt my features move into a smile as he walked in and took his place. Charlie and the others walked down, all drooling over how beautiful Spark was. I couldn't help but shake my head as Charlie wrapped an arm through mine. "Tongue in boy." I looked over at him and winked.

Blushing lightly he winked at me. Molly had made him get his hair cut. I personally think he's looks better with it long; but hey, I'm not his girl I won't fight that fight.

Gabriella and Ron walked down the aisle first. Then it was Ginny and Harry. Only to be followed by Fleur and Bill. I looked back at Spark. "Ready hun?"

She nodded and flashed me a smile.

I looked at Josh. "Don't let go until you're up there and I can pin her to the ground if necessary please."

He nodded, trying to hide a chuckle, as I turned around and walked up the aisle alongside Charlie. Then my eyes drifted back toward Spark like they always do at a wedding when one of the closest people in the world to you is getting married.

Spark smiled at me as her and Josh walked up the aisle. The wizard preacher, a rather short and balding man, looked at Josh and Spark. "Who gives this bride's hand in marriage?"

Josh cleared his throat. "I, Josh Groban, and She, Elanor Star, do offer this beautiful bride's hand in marriage."

The preacher nodded and Spark took George's hands.

If I could believe in anything right then and there; I could definitely believe in magic. The air and the atmosphere were stunning. Spark and George never took their eyes off of each other as the preacher spoke. Molly and Arthur would move closer. Ron and Hermione kept glancing at each other, Ron's ears turning red and Hermione blushing lightly. Harry and Ginny would look at each other, one would wink the other would stick out their tongue. Bill and Fleur were flirting across the aisle like a relatively new newlywed couple does at the first wedding since their own.

However, that's not what made it stunning. The stunning part of it all was the deep and very obvious love in the air. Not just for that person's significant other; but for family and friends. There was loyalty, commitment, love, endurance. This group had been through so much together and it only made their connection strong and unbreakable.

Before I knew it, Spark and George were kissing and everyone was clapping. I smiled and could almost feel tears in my eyes. Then I felt an emotion so strong it almost knocked me over; love. I looked around to see who loved Spark that much that it would come at that velocity; trying not to panic and assume it was Aro. I looked toward the hill just beyond the burrow and standing there, looking right at me, was the man I knew at that moment I was going to be with one day. Fred's death was a way for me to get closer to the family, but showed me I can love, while still allowing me to date the man I was meant to be with. The man I loved. The man standing on that hill. And yes. His name is Felix.