"I haven't seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself."

-Hermes (Hercules)

"I just thought of something," Ginny said suddenly. It was the night before the vow renewal ceremony and everyone was crowded into the Burrow's kitchen for dinner. Almost everything was ready for the ceremony and it was all very exciting. Erica had finished both bridesmaid dresses and just needed to add some finishing touches to Scarlett's dress. The tent was set up, the chairs were in place, the food was ninety percent done and everything looked wonderful. Even Charlie had come home the day before, which Scarlett almost hadn't expected even though it made sense. He was Fred's brother and he also wouldn't miss this ceremony for anything considering he had been the reason for the marriage in the first place. Scarlett had to laugh at the proud smile he had been wearing ever since he had walked through the door.

"What would that be?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking up at her daughter. "Did I forget something?"

"No, not exactly," Ginny said. She looked at Scarlett. "It's just…I'm not asking this question to be rude, but…who's going to walk you down the aisle?"

Scarlett swallowed and looked down at her plate. She had thought about that quite a bit, actually, and while she wished her dad could have been there, she just couldn't think of anyone else. "I can walk down alone," she shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Oh, no," Mrs. Weasley groaned. "I didn't even think of that, Scarlett dear, I'm sorry. We'll find someone. Maybe Arthur can—"

"No, it's okay," Scarlett said quickly. "You two should just sit and enjoy the wedding. It shouldn't be your job to worry about that. I can handle walking down on my own."

Mrs. Weasley sighed, but Scarlett could tell she was upset. "You shouldn't have to," she said. "Walk down alone, I mean."

"I would be glad to do it," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"It's okay, really," she said, blushing and smiling back at him. "Thank you, though."

"Are you sure?" Fred whispered quietly, picking up her hand.

She nodded. "Oh, yeah, I'm positive."

"Scar, what if I did it?" Charlie asked suddenly. Everyone turned to look at him. "I can walk you down the aisle. In fact, I actually really want to. I'm the reason this is happening and while you and Fred are happy now, I know it wasn't always easy for you. I know you hit some roadblocks on the way and I'm really sorry for that. I got you into some messes, so the least I can do is see you out of them."

"That's sweet of you, Charlie," Scarlett grinned, "but really—"

"No, I'm insisting, actually," Charlie said, looking at her. "I want to." He grinned. "Not that you aren't capable of walking down the aisle on your own and not that you aren't a strong, independent female, but—"

"Charlie," Scarlett giggled.

"I want to," he said again. "I know it won't be the same as if your dad was doing it, but I can certainly try my best."

Scarlett smiled wider as Fred squeezed her hand under the table. "Thank you, Charlie, really," she whispered.

He grinned and nodded before returning to eating his dinner. Mrs. Weasley suddenly began to cry and everyone turned to look at her now.

"Don't cry, Mum," Charlie said, looking alarmed.

"You're so sweet, Charlie, you're such a good boy," she said, wiping at her eyes. She looked around the table, from Bill to Fred and George to Ron and Percy, and even to Erica, Scarlett, Harry and Hermione. "All of you are good kids and I'm so happy we're all here today."

"Us too, Mum," Fred said gently, reaching out and patting her hand.

Scarlett looked across the table and caught Erica's eye. They grinned at each other and Erica rolled her eyes. "Such saps," she mouthed, laughing slightly. Scarlett shook her head. She knew Erica loved moments like this, but she would never admit it.

After dinner, they all made themselves comfortable in the living room, but Mrs. Weasley was still continuing to go over plans for the next day.

"Sirius will be here tomorrow morning to help," she said, leaning back in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose as she thought. "And then the florists will be coming and I'll have to finish some of the last minute food, and then the wizard from the Ministry will be coming and—"

"Mum, slow down," George said as he finished lighting a fire in the fireplace and stood up. "Things will be fine. Everything's planned and you've got it all under control."

"You know," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at Erica, "I'm thinking now that it may have been best to do a fitting for Scarlett's wedding dress. I know you wanted it to be a surprise when she saw it tomorrow, but—"

"It'll fit," Erica said confidently. "I've made plenty of clothes for Scarlett before when I was practicing."

"But—"

"It'll fit," Erica said again. She sighed happily and pulled her legs up under her. "I'm so proud of it," she said. "And Ginny's been an amazing help, actually."

"It was fun," Ginny said. She looked at Scarlett. "And the dress really does look beautiful."

"Am I allowed to see it?" Fred asked with an exaggerated grin.

"Yeah, tomorrow when Scarlett walks down the aisle in it," Erica snorted.

Fred sighed. "Can you at least describe what it looks like?"

"No! It has to be a complete surprise," Erica answered.

"Honestly, Scarlett's more patient than you are," Ginny snorted.

Scarlett smiled and looked up at Fred. "Yeah, really, Freddie. You need to get it together."

Fred nudged her with his elbow as he stared into the fire. "It doesn't feel like we're already married," he said suddenly.

"I know, I feel the same way," Scarlett replied, looking down at the two rings on her finger and slowly spinning them. "Things were just so weird and happened so fast..."

"And so out of order," George chimed in. "And besides that, it took you a while to even get used to the idea of getting married. You spent most of your engagement period with other people and then another good amount taking it slow."

"Her idea, not mine," Fred said, pointing at Scarlett.

She blushed. "Sorry."

Fred shrugged. "Doesn't matter. We got here eventually and that's all that matters. I don't mind living life in the slow lane."

Scarlett snorted. "Okay, Fred, whatever you say." The room fell into silence for a moment before Scarlett looked up. "Charlie?" she asked.

"Yeah?" The second oldest Weasley glanced over at her from where he was lounging in a chair.

"I've been curious…that night Fred and I made the vow, well, what exactly happened? I'd like to know since I don't remember the details."

Charlie half-smiled as everyone else seemed to perk up. Nobody except for Charlie knew exactly what had happened that night from beginning to end and it was sort of a strange thought.

"Well, it was Christmas, as you know," he began. "We were all sitting in this very room. Mum had Celestina Warbeck on as usual, and I was bored and anxious to get out of listening to her." He glanced at Mrs. Weasley, who rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Mum." He looked back at Scarlett. "Anyway, I remember looking over at you and Fred. You were leaning against the arm of the couch and your legs were draped across Fred's lap. You looked just as bored as I did and almost as if you were zoning out. Fred was leaning back against the couch, staring at the ceiling and absentmindedly tracing his finger in circles on your leg. And then he perked up, leaned over and tugged on the ends of your hair. You looked at him and he leaned over to whisper something to you. You smiled and nodded and Fred leaned forward to whisper something to George, who was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. George nodded and stood up before sneaking out of the room. You and Fred looked at each other and smiled before you got both got that look on your faces that said you were silently counting in your heads. I knew you were playing hide and seek. The three of you used to love that game. You played it constantly and never seemed to run out of hiding spots."

Scarlett smiled. "I remember that."

"I remember the time you hid in the oven and then mum went into the kitchen to cook dinner and she turned it on and you immediately rocketed out onto the floor, scaring Mum in the process," Fred laughed.

"Well, I heard her turn the oven on and, as most people would, I wanted to get out as soon as possible," Scarlett answered. She looked at Mrs. Weasley. "I felt terribly for scaring you, though."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head, but she was smiling. "I'm just glad you didn't get hurt."

"Trust me, so am I," Scarlett giggled. She looked at Charlie. "Okay, continue with what you were saying."

"Okay, well, as I was watching you, that was when I got the idea to practice magic on you two. I knew of Unbreakable Vows, but I didn't really think about just how dangerous they could be. Besides, I never thought you two would grow apart. You were so close and liked each other so much. You were inseparable. So, I kind of egged you two on and subtly planted the idea of what vow to make in your head. When you two did decide on the vow, it sounded like a good idea to me. I thought it would mean you would both always be happy and it would mean you would always have each other. I never thought it would cause you so much trouble."

"What exactly happened?" Fred asked. "I mean, how could the two of us have come up with something so complicated?"

"Well, like I said, I kind of put the idea in your heads. When you two headed upstairs to look for George, I followed you and pulled you into Bill's room. I said I wanted to make an Unbreakable Vow on you two. You were hesitant at first, Fred, because of how mad dad got at you when you tried to make one with Ron. But I told you that you could make a good vow that you could easily complete and if you were happy about it then it wasn't a big deal. You asked what I had in mind and I kind of nudged you in the marriage direction. And then Scarlett chimed in with the falling in love bit. Fred rolled his eyes, but you, Scarlett, wouldn't budge. You said it was important that the two of you loved each other if you were going to get married. By the way, I'm so sorry I never mentioned that to mum and dad. I completely forgot and I was terrified about breaking the news to them. I knew I'd be in trouble as it was."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Fred shrugged. "It worked out. We got through it."

"You two obviously cared for each other so much," Charlie added, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "That's why I remember every detail about how you were sitting and what you were doing. Everything was natural for you and you were so comfortable with each other. You told each other everything and knew exactly how to make each other laugh when the other was upset. And Fred, the only other person I know that you acted that way with was George. Of course, it was stronger with George, but it was still fairly strong with Scarlett. I didn't want you two to ever lose that."

"I honestly think we owe you a thank you, Charlie," Fred said. "It seems funny to thank you for that vow, but without it, Scarlett and I may have never gotten close again and I might have lost her for good. She makes me a better person," he said, looking over at Scarlett. She looked back at him with a slight smile on her face as he continued. "And I can't imagine my life without her. I honestly don't know how I survived all those years of not being friends."

Scarlett giggled and snuggled even more into his side. She knew everyone in the room was smiling at her and Fred, but she didn't particularly care. She leaned up and kissed Fred's jaw. "Love you," she whispered.

"I guess Mum was right about the power of blankets," Fred whispered back, "because I love you too."

Scarlett grinned and rested her head on his shoulder. "Blankets," she said quietly. "Who knew?"

Fred chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Mum did apparently."

Another few hours passed before Mrs. Weasley suggested they all get to bed to rest up for the big day. Even though Scarlett felt sleepy, she found herself tossing and turning for almost another hour. Eventually, she sighed in frustration and made her way down to the kitchen, where she made herself a mug of hot chocolate and sat down at the table.

She knew what was bothering her, of course. She missed her parents more than ever. As it was, she had known since age nine that her dad would never be able to walk her down the aisle. Then, when she first found out about the vow, she wasn't thrilled because she and Fred practically hated the arrangement, but she had always thought that when they did get married, her mother would at least get to be there.

Now here she was, already married to Fred, happy about it and actually getting the chance to renew the vows and have a proper ceremony, and neither one of her parents were there. She felt as if her mother had never gotten to see her truly happy. If she had only gotten married to Fred sooner, or if they had fallen in love sooner—if they hadn't taken so much time—maybe her mother could have lived to see Scarlett get married.

And what about her dad? Even though he had known Fred, he never got the chance to really get to know him as he grew up. He never got the chance to jokingly threaten to come after Fred with a rifle if he ever hurt Scarlett, even though it partly wouldn't have been a joke.

Scarlett smiled as she stared down into her hot chocolate. Her father used to joke with her and say she wasn't allowed to date until she was married. Scarlett would laugh hysterically and tell him that was impossible, but he would insist it wasn't because he would have to approve her future husband and his instincts were so good that dating wouldn't be necessary. He said he would know the right guy for his daughter within two seconds.

"I'm making your life easier," he would say with a smile.

Scarlett wondered what her dad would have thought of Fred as her husband. She knew he would have approved. Fred had done nothing but care for her when she most needed it. He couldn't even stand it when other circumstances made her sad, so if he ever somehow hurt her, it would tear him apart. That would have been music to her dad's ears.

"You couldn't sleep either?"

Scarlett looked up to see Mrs. Weasley standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face.

Scarlett shook her head. "I keep thinking about my parents. I wish they could be here."

"I wish they could be here, too," Mrs. Weasley whispered. She crossed the room and began making herself a cup of tea. "You must wish your mother could have helped you pick out flowers and decorations and send out invitations…."

"You've been great, Mrs. Weasley," Scarlett said. "I really have loved doing all of this with you. You've been nothing but nice to me ever since you told me and Fred about the vow and I appreciate it very much."

Mrs. Weasley sighed and turned to face Scarlett as she waited for the water to boil. "I'm glad you feel that way, but I know you must still wish it was your own mother."

"Well, yeah," Scarlett shrugged, "but you've been a mother figure to me for a long time, so it's just as good."

"I can't replace your mother," Mrs. Weasley said, shaking her head and sitting down across from Scarlett. "I know I can't and I know how you must feel. But you are like part of my family and I'm so happy to be able to do this for you." She paused. "Your mother and father both loved you very much and they would have been so proud of you."

"It's funny," Scarlett began, "because when Fred and I first found out about the vow, we weren't happy at all. But now everything's different and I don't think my mother knew that. I wanted her to know that I'm happy with Fred and I feel safe with him. I wanted her to know that I do love him."

"She knew," Mrs. Weasley said gently. "I think she knew before you did, actually. Mothers are good like that." She smiled. "They have amazing intuition." She stood up as the kettle whistled and began pouring her tea.

"So why weren't you able to fall asleep?" Scarlett asked.

"Oh, I keep going over things I still need to do tomorrow morning," Mrs. Weasley sighed, sitting down again and taking a sip of her tea. "It still feels like so much."

"You've got it under control, Mrs. Weasley. Just like George said."

She nodded. "I hope so. You'd think this would be easier after already planning Bill and Fleur's wedding, but it's not. I'm just as worried that something will go wrong."

Scarlett smiled as she finished off her hot chocolate. "I worried about that, too, but we've done everything we can and if anything else goes wrong, then it's something we can't control. I'm just happy to be doing this and I'm appreciative to you for putting it all together, so I'm not going to ruin those feelings by worrying about it."

"You're starting to sound like Fred," Mrs. Weasley said quietly.

"I know," Scarlett laughed. "He's always telling me not to worry and I think I'm finally starting to listen."

"He loves you very much," Mrs. Weasley said.

"I know that now," Scarlett said. "Before, I was afraid that there was someone else out there who was better for him. Someone he could love so much more than he could ever love me. I worried that the vow ruined his chances of finding that person."

"No, the vow helped him find that person," Mrs. Weasley told her, "because that person is you. You're wonderful for him. You make him laugh, but you also know when to tell him to shut up and think for a minute." Her face became serious. "And while nothing that has happened to you is a good thing, I think watching you deal with all of those hardships made him grow up a little bit. He saw that sometimes things can't be fixed with a laugh or a joke. He realized what it was like to take care of someone and want nothing more than for them to be happy, but he also learned that it takes time."

Scarlett looked up and exhaled slowly. "I can't believe I let the idea of loving him scare me. I can't believe I was so afraid to take that chance. Now that I did it, I can't imagine living without that feeling. I can't imagine living without him."

"I'm glad," Mrs. Weasley said. She reached over and patted Scarlett's cheek. "You most definitely are the girl Fred is supposed to be with. And it seems like you two always knew it. Making the vow wasn't forcing you two to be with the wrong person. It forced you to be with the right person. The person you may have lost otherwise. Think about it. Like Fred said, if you hadn't made the vow, you two may have never grown close again. You may have just continued to grow apart and you would have missed out on each other completely."

"I never really thought of it that way," Scarlett whispered.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and stood up, taking both her mug and Scarlett's to the sink. She let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes. "I think it's time to give sleep another try. What do you think?"

"I agree," Scarlett said, standing up. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," she said, giving her a hug. "Thank you for everything."

"Don't mention it, dear," Mrs. Weasley whispered, returning the hug and kissing Scarlett's forehead. "Now go get some rest."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Erica, please just open the closet so I can see it," Scarlett whined, bouncing slightly on Ginny's bed. She was sitting there while Erica stood by the closet door, her hand poised above the doorknob. It was the next morning and Scarlett was waiting anxiously for her wedding dress to be revealed.

"Just open the door, Erica," Ginny said, grinning and hopping up and down excitedly a few times.

"Okay," Erica said. She bit her lip, grinned and closed her hand around the doorknob, pulling it open with a flourish. "Tada!"

Scarlett's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as her eyes fell upon the dress. She stood up and reached a hand out to touch the white material. "This is gorgeous," she whispered.

The dress was made out of soft white fabric. It was strapless and had beading at the hip that looked almost like vines, radiating slightly up the side of the dress. The back had a slit down the middle of the bodice that was laced up with ribbon, almost like a makeshift corset. The skirt was long and flared out slightly at the bottom. It was absolutely beautiful.

"You like it?" Erica asked, somewhat nervously.

"I love it!" Scarlett exclaimed. She hugged both Erica and Ginny before turning back to the dress. "Thank you both for making this. Really, it's amazing."

"Put it on," Erica said, reaching out and taking it off the hanger. "I want to see how it looks on you."

Scarlett did as she was told and slid the dress on. "How does it look?" she asked, examining herself in the mirror as Ginny laced up the back.

"You look like a princess," Erica said with a grin as she reached into the closet again, pulling out her and Ginny's dresses.

"Are those the bridesmaid dresses?" Scarlett squealed, turning around.

Erica nodded. "Do you like them?"

The dresses were strapless, knee-length, and a deep blue color. The fabric was soft and flowy, making the dress almost look like water. They were simple, but at the same time, so beautiful.

"You two are going to look incredible," Scarlett stated, turning back to the mirror.

"Not as good as you," Ginny said, taking her bridesmaid dress and beginning to pull it on.

"And your dress fits perfectly, Scar," Erica said proudly, circling Scarlett like a vulture. "Seriously, it fits you like a glove."

Scarlett smiled as she stared at her reflection. Erica and Ginny were right. The dress did fit perfectly and she had to admit that she actually felt like a princess. It was as if the dress was magical and made her feel totally flawless.

Over the next hour and a half, the three girls continued to get ready. Erica pulled Scarlett's hair into a low braid off to the side of her head and draped it over her shoulder. She added in deep blue flowers, peppered here and there along the braid and one stuck at the very bottom, held in place by the elastic at the end of the braid.

"Oh, Merlin," Ginny said once they were all ready and examining themselves in the mirror. "Look at us, about to crack the mirror with our beauty."

Scarlett smiled. "I don't think even Muriel would have an insult for us."

"Well, we'll find out for sure when we're downstairs," Erica said. She picked up Scarlett's bouquet and passed it to her before picking up her own and Ginny's. "Let's get this party started, shall we?"

"We shall," Scarlett answered with a grin.

They made their way down the wooden, creaky staircase of the Burrow and entered the living room where Mrs. Weasley and Charlie were waiting.

Mrs. Weasley promptly burst into tears when she saw the three girls.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you all look so wonderful!" she exclaimed, pulling the three of them into a hug. "And today is going to be just incredible!"

"Only if Fred doesn't trip over his shoelaces before the night's over," Charlie snorted.

"Did he forget how to tie them again?" Scarlett asked with a laugh. "When we got married the first time, he was apparently so nervous, he couldn't tie his shoes."

"Well, it happened again," Charlie laughed. "Eventually I just got impatient and did it for him."

Scarlett sighed. At least she wasn't the only one whose stomach was fluttering.

"Alright, well, everyone's waiting, so I suppose I should go out and take my seat," Mrs. Weasley said. "We'll start as soon as you're all at the tent entrance."

Scarlett nodded as her stomach lurched. She shouldn't be this nervous. She technically was already married. This was only a vow renewal. But at the same time it wasn't, and she knew that. Everyone inside that tent was going to turn and stare at her as she walked down the aisle. Besides her Aunt Emily, Uncle Nick, Grace, Leah, and their families, most of the people out there were from Fred's side of the family and about to see her for the first time. What if they automatically hated her? It was silly and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself.

"Come on," Charlie whispered as he looped his arm through hers and the two of them followed Erica and Ginny to the tent entrance.

Erica peered through the tent flap and smiled. She turned back to Scarlett. "Fred looks so nervous. It's adorable."

"You don't think he's being a lovesick sap?" Scarlett asked with a smile.

"No, this time I think it's beautiful," Erica replied.

The music started just then and after a few seconds, Erica stepped into the tent and began making her way up the aisle. Ginny followed a few seconds later and Charlie and Scarlett then positioned themselves where she had just been standing.

"I think I'm going to throw up, I'm so nervous," Scarlett said, closing her eyes.

"Muriel will never let you live it down," Charlie whispered, smirking.

Scarlett giggled. "True. She'll remind me every day for the next ten years how I ruined this expensive grass."

Charlie laughed. "It cost a fortune, this grass did. Keep it vomit free, please."

Scarlett looked at him. "Thanks again for doing this."

"Don't mention it." The music changed again and Charlie grinned. "Ready?"

Scarlett nodded and took a deep breath. "Ready."

The second she entered the tent, Scarlett forgot about her nerves. She forgot about her worries of everyone looking at her and what they would think. Her eyes immediately found Fred, waiting for her at the other end of the aisle, and she almost melted into a puddle when she saw the look on his face. It was a look of pure awe, love, and amazement, and Scarlett figured her expression was similar. She was amazed that the man at the other end of the aisle was hers. Out of all the people on the planet, this smart, funny, talented, caring, compassionate, perfect human being had fallen in love with her.

She and Charlie reached the end of the aisle, and she leaned over to kiss Charlie's cheek before turning towards Fred and smiling. "Hi," she managed to choke out in a whisper.

"Hi yourself," he whispered back.

The Ministry wizard stood up and began the ceremony and Scarlett found herself never tearing her eyes away from Fred. She was almost afraid to blink. By the time the ceremony was over, she was holding back tears again. But when Fred was finally instructed to kiss her, she forgot nearly everything as he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to him and gently kissed her. In the next second, she was letting out a squeal and a laugh as he dipped her backwards and pressed a more passionate kiss to her lips. Everyone was laughing and clapping, and Charlie and George were wolf-whistling.

"That was to make up for last time," Fred whispered, as he pulled Scarlett up again.

Scarlett smiled and kissed his cheek as the chairs were magically cleared away to reveal a dance floor. Fred immediately pulled Scarlett into the middle of it and loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered as Scarlett's arms found their way around his neck.

Scarlett blushed slightly. "You look pretty good yourself."

"Just pretty good?" Fred asked.

Scarlett nodded and grinned. "Yeah, just pretty good."

Fred laughed and pulled her even closer to him. "I honestly think you should never take off this dress. Ever. That's how good it looks."

Scarlett rolled her eyes and giggled. "If I have to stay dressed up, then so do you."

Fred's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No deal, Scar."

Scarlett laughed harder. "I thought you'd feel that way."

Fred didn't answer. Instead, his eyes scanned her face, his expression neutral. It was as if he was suddenly trying to memorize every feature.

"What?" Scarlett asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason," Fred whispered, shaking his head. "I was just thinking about the first time I saw you again after you moved."

"At school?" Scarlett asked.

Fred nodded. "I didn't see you at King's Cross or on the train, but when we got to school and were being sorted, McGonagall called your name and I remember looking up immediately. I had thought about you quite a bit in those two years where I hadn't seen you. I had wondered if you'd be any different. I wondered if you'd look different or act different. And then I remember seeing you walking up to that little stool. You looked the same, just two years older. You were trying to look as if you weren't worried, but I saw you reach up and fiddle with the ends of your hair, which was something you always used to do when you were nervous. And then I was excited because I thought that you were still the same Scarlett I always knew and we'd be instant friends again as soon as I got the chance to talk to you. But it didn't happen that way. You sat down on the stool and faced the rest of the first years and I could see your different colored eyes all the way from where I was standing. And then the hat put you in Hufflepuff and I was practically devastated. I knew I had a very good chance of being in Gryffindor, and I had hoped that we would end up in the same house. So that it would be easier for me to talk to you."

"And then we only had one class together after that and I was making my own friends, right?" Scarlett asked, somewhat sadly.

"Yeah," Fred sighed. "I would see you with them and that was when I thought, See? She really doesn't want to be your friend anymore. She's moved on. I didn't know how I would go about fixing our friendship. Especially if you didn't want it."

"Of course I wanted it," Scarlett whispered. "But I felt the same way about you. I saw you and George when I was sitting there with the hat on my head, waiting to be sorted. The fact that you were there made me less nervous. It was weird. I thought we'd be able to go right back into being friends, too. But like you said, we were put into different houses and we hardly saw each other. And then you became friends with Lee and all three of you became almost instantly popular and notorious for your pranks. I was kind of upset because I had known about your pranks for years. I had always known how amazing they were and how smart you and George were. And I didn't want everyone else to be exposed to that. I still wanted to be in on every prank you pulled, as if it was our secret again, even though I had lost that privilege two years prior."

Fred swallowed and looked down at the ground. "Speaking of secrets, can I tell you one?"

"I would love that," Scarlett whispered with a smile as the song they were dancing to ended. Despite the fact that a fast song had come on next, they stood where they were, their arms around each other, oblivious to the sounds of their own wedding. It was as if they were the only two people in the world.

Fred looked back up at her and studied her face again. "I've always loved your eyes. You know I have, but when you arrived at Grimmauld Place that summer…it was the first time I had seen them close up in years. I remembered how much I had always loved them and how I thought they were the most beautiful and interesting things I had ever seen."

"I'm not the only one who has different colored eyes, Fred."

"I know that, but you're the only one I know with different colored eyes. And the fact that you used to hate them made me sad. I wanted you to love them as much as I did."

"I do now," Scarlett whispered. "And I'm glad you love them." She paused. "Can I tell you a secret now?"

Fred nodded.

"Remember when you said you were jealous of Justin because you thought he was my number one guy when that guy used to be you?"

Fred nodded again. "Yeah."

"If I'm being honest," Scarlett said quietly, "you've always been my number one guy. It never changed. Don't get me wrong, Justin was very important to me, but he and I never had what I have with you."

Fred smiled widely. "I'm just so incredibly irreplaceable, aren't I?" he asked.

Scarlett giggled and leaned up to kiss him. "You most definitely are."

That day turned out to be one of the best days of Scarlett's life. It felt so good to be able to relax and have fun and not worry about Death Eaters or Voldemort or someone getting attacked. She thoroughly enjoyed herself and found herself on her feet the whole night, dancing, having fun and putting any negative feeling she had felt in the past few months behind her. Sure, she missed her parents and Justin; she missed them every day, but she knew they would always be with her in some form. And everyone who had helped put this ceremony together loved her very much and she loved them. She was extremely lucky and she knew it. She planned to cherish her friends and her new family every single day and never hesitate again to admit she loved someone or something. Because as Justin had said in his letter, it only takes an instant for things to change, and nobody knew it better than Scarlett.