George's POV during the wedding when Angela comes down the aisle. (Epilogue of Triumphant Gold)
Is that an Angel?
She had never been a gorgeous beauty like Angelina Johnson. She did not have the graceful exquisiteness of Fleur Delacour. She was far from perfect and had a temper to compete with Ginny's, but when I looked up and saw her coming down the aisle dressed in billowy white, I was certain an angel had come from Heaven. This was the moment I had been waiting for ever since that day in the Great Hall. I could not believe I was about to marry Angela Barry.
Angie had been in my dreams for the longest. When Fred spoke about her, I had to restrain myself from spilling my secret. When Fred's Patronus changed, I pretended to be happy for him. And I was . . . happy for him. They deserved each other. They were two of my most favorite people in the world.
When Fred died it ripped my world apart. I felt for sure I would never have Angie for my wife, simply because it felt like I was betraying Fred to ask her. But when Charlie asked her to marry him, I knew I had to ask. She surprised me when she responded so well to my declaration. She was not my first kiss, but she might as well have been.
And now she was coming towards me, her eyes shining and her face glowing. Hermione was beside her. Granger looked prettier than usual, but I had eyes only for my Angie. I remembered the feel of her hair, her lips, her fingers. She had fit so well with me it had surprised me. It was like she was made for me. My cheeks flushed slightly as I thought of the night we would spend together this evening. I felt embarrassed for a moment for thinking about it before I realized that this was my wife I was thinking about. There was no need to be embarrassed. I smiled widely; planning what pleasures I was going to give her and anticipating the ones she would give to me.
We would be one and live with each other forever. It was more than I could have hoped for. Forever with Angie. She was beside me now, and she slipped her hand into mine. I gripped it tightly. She looked up at me and I was lost in her smile. I knew then that I had been right. I had been sent an angel.