Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley
Request the pleasure of your company at their wedding ceremony
at 3pm
on the 26th of June
at the Parish Church of St. Clementine
in Godric's Hollow
Reception will be held at The Burrow,
Hosted by The Weasley Family
We look forward to sharing this special day with you.
The father of the bride perhaps was shedding the most tears. Clad in the smartest of all his smart suits, he clung onto a red patched handkerchief, dabbing away the streams of tears that stained his cheeks.
"Oh Arthur, stop being so melodramatic!" Molly scolded, smoothening her mauve dress down, and perching a matching a hat atop her flaming hair.
"I can't help it, Molly, she's our only daughter! The first Weasley girl for generations, this is historic!" he cried, sniffing.
Suddenly, a cough snapped the attention of the proud parents.
In the doorway stood two young girls, beaming. One had dark chestnut hair, and the other had angelic blonde hair, and both of them had their locks thrown up into messy buns. They were both dressed in emerald flowy dresses of the same design; a v-neckline, with embellished shoulders, and a front thigh split that was both flattering but reserved. Heels in the same shade of green hung daintly on their feet.
"We present, your gorgeous daughter" Hermione introduced, smiling widely. Her and Fleur parted, and allowed Mr and Mrs Weasley a clear view of the bride-to-be.
They were speechless. There, in front of them, stood their little girl, now twenty-four years of age, in the most beautious of wedding gowns. It featured a low back, with simplistic spaghetti straps. French lace wrapped around her torso, and chiffon flowed to the floor. Her fiery locks cascaded down her back, reaching just above her shoulder blades. Her porcelain skin, flawless and untouched by imperfections, illuminated. Her lips were a nude colour, and her chocolate coloured eyes glowed with happiness.
She resembled a ray of sunshine. A source of warmth and light, a shot of happiness, and dazzlingly stunning.
Moments ago Molly had scorned her husband for shedding a tear - now, her soft and weary eyes were brimming with them. She carefully placed her hands either side of Ginny's face, and beamed.
"Look at our beautiful daughter, Arthur. We made this" she sobbed, happily.
"We are so proud of who you've become, Ginny" her father spoke, joining his wife's side. "And we hope Harry knows just how lucky he is."
Fleur scoffed.
"When 'e zees 'er in zis dress, 'e won't ever look at anozer girl!"
Molly bit back a retort, and continued to gaze at her daughter.
"Me and your father hope that today is everything you want and more, and we wish you all the best, you and Harry. God knows you've been through enough to get this far."
"Thanks mum" Ginny smiled, kissing her forehead. She was now a whole head taller then her mother, and a mere few inches taller than her father.
A ginger-haired head popped through the doors, and smiled.
"Gin, we're all ready for you in here" Bill told her. He seemed blown away by both his sister, and his wife's appearance.
Molly kissed her daughter one final time, before she finally walked down the aisle. She left the room, but not before warning her husband to blow his nose, and to not trip up.
"Ready?" Hermione asked, and Ginny nodded, without a shred of doubt.
All of the guests proceeded to rise up out of their seats when The Wedding March filled the church. Usually, Fleur attracted the most attention, however today, every eye was on the bride.
Ginny, the bride in question, was grasping a bundle of beautiful green orchids. The chosen green colour of both the flowers and the bridesmaid dresses complimented her complexion and hair colour equally.
She glanced up at the altar, to spot Ron, her brother, looking at her with loving expression. He and Hermione hadn't tied the knot yet, but everyone knew it was destined to happen in the not too distant fututre.
Beside Ron stood The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, or as Ginny referred to him as, her meant-to-be. The boy she loved, the boy she never gave up on. Of course, he was a man now.
Harry Potter.
He had his back to her, and Ginny felt the butterflies arise. She drew a shaky breath, as her father kissed her hand, and joined Mrs Weasley on the bench.
Harry turned to face her, and lifted the veil, slowly. When he saw the beauty underneath, her gasped. His mouth hung open, and he had suddenly frozen. Fumbling for words, Ginny adored that she had rendered him lost for words.
"You . . . you . . . you're breathtaking" he breathed, gulping.
Ginny didn't blush, but did smile.
"Thanks, now shut up. I can't wait any longer" she joked.
Harry smirked. He couldn't have been any more certain that he was making the right desicion in his life.
The vicar smiled at the young wizard and the young witch.
"We are gathered her today to witness the union of Harry James Potter, and Geneva Molly - "
"Its Ginevra" Ginny corrected, politely.
"Yes, isn't that what I said? Geneva."
Ginny shook her head.
"No, no, no, it's Gin-ev-ra."
"Gen-ev-a?"
"Nope. Say it with me, Gin."
"Gin."
"Ev."
"Ev."
"Ra."
"Ra."
"Altogether?"
"Genevara."
Ginny groaned, much to the amusement of Harry.
"Not even close."
"Gingenevar?"
"Merlin's beard, no."
"Geningeveva?"
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
She turned to Harry, who was now in fits of laughter.
"I'm sorry love, it's just he's so wrong, it's funny."
"That's fine. If we have a daughter, I'll call her Ginevra the Second, and this guy can christen her."
"Okay then, and our son can be called Harry the Second."
"That's pushing it."
"How about Lightning?"
"It's a human being Harry, not a hamster. Now Gwenog, that's a name."
"If I don't get Lightning, you can't have Gwenog."
And the pair continued on like this for more minutes, blissfully unaware of the rows of guests behind them, and the chuckling vicar they'd left waiting. When they had finished bickering, and the ceremony resumed, Harry looked over at his new wife as they walked the aisle, confetti showering over them. Never had he felt so in love.
