Hey Lovelies! Okay this one is short, but I didn't want to drag it out, that's not the point, the point is that you all still have no idea who the "Lady" is even after she outed them. I'm cruel and evil, but the next chapter is the last one and I promise I will tell you who she is. Enjoy!

The Lady In White

He had watched from the front of the aisle. The way she floated towards him, her loose ivory gown shimmering in the candlelight. The way that her smile played on her lips, like she was trying to hold it back. The way that the diamond pins holding back her curls sparkled when she turned her head to look at their guests. He kept his eyes trained on her as she made her way towards him. A vision in white.

He smiled at her when she reached his side, and took her hand to guide her the few feet towards the Minister. As Kingsley's voice rang out through the hall Harry's eyes never left her face. She was glowing, and she was happy and he didn't want to miss a single second of it.

He studied her face as she listened to Kingsley speak. He watched the happiness in her eyes give way for half of a heartbeat when he heard Kingsley mention those that were there only in spirit. He knew that no one else would have seen her despair, but he did, and he understood.

Kingsley's voice has echoed out through the hall with the words that she had asked him to say. "We pause to remember those who have left us too soon. But not before gracing us with special memories only they could create. They have helped to shape our character, mold or souls, and touch out hearts. We know that they are with us in thought and in spirit. Today and always."

They had both seen too much war for their liking, both of their lives riddled with scars and holes where loved ones should have been. Their lives had been hard on the both of them, but had they been different they wouldn't have been standing there together, about to be married, in a hall full of their friends.

He didn't hear her vows to him so much as read them. The way that her rose colored lips curled around every syllable was something that he would never get tired of watching, the way that her voice cut through the silence and filled the hall with ease. He only hoped that he sounded half as confidant as she did.

She locked eyes with him and she smiled, "I can't give you all of my yesterdays, and I'm sure that you don't want them. But I can you all of my tomorrows. When you love someone, as much as I love you, you can see all of their magic, and I vow to remind you of it, every time you dare to forget. The way that we came together is not something that either one of us would repeat, but I vow to never let either one of us forget. You were the greatest change, the greatest surprise of my life, I never saw this coming, and I'll never be the same and here now I vow to give you a part of my soul, a piece of my mind, and all of my heart."

He returned her smile and gave her his own vows, "When I first approached you, you were hesitant to let me in, but I was relentless, and now I vow to always fight that hard for you. Love is not something that I have had a lot of experience with in my life, and I vow to never take it or you for granted, you're far to precious to me for that. Our lives have never been easy, but if they had we wouldn't be the same. I vow that I will be your strength, your light and your shelter, should you ever find that you need them. And so I vow to love you. With all of my heart, with all of my soul, today, forever, and always."

Harry watched as her emerald eyes filled with tears. He gently took her hand in his and slid the solid gold band into place next to the diamond that was already there. He brushed his thumb across her cheek to wipe away her tears, and he kissed her for the entire world to see.

He tugged her back up the aisle next to him and wrapped her in his arms for a dance. He let her go, his eyes never leaving her as they made their way around the room. As far as he was concerned their pasts no longer mattered. Their ages were just a number, their experiences were lessons to be learned from, and their demons were to be battled together.

As the party continued on around him Harry stood to the side and watched her interact with all of their guests. He didn't think that he had ever seen her smile as much as she had tonight, and he thought that she was beautiful. Her dark hair had come loose from its pins and small ringlets hung around the edges of her face, her green eyes were full of life and her laughter full of promise.

He knew that she hadn't wanted the big party; he knew that she had done all of this for him. She had wanted small, quiet, and personal. There were too many eyes on her, too many people judging her, but he had reassured her that there was no reason to be afraid. She was his angel, and there was no denying how he felt about her.

He didn't care what the masses thought of their relationship. He loved her, she loved him and here they were. Standing among their friends, candles lighting the hall in a warm glow, with soft music playing in the background. She looked up at him from across the room and she winked. It was their wedding night, and she was wearing white.

Okay Lovelies, any final guesses as to whom our beautiful bride is? I promise that the final chapter really does tell you!