Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Epilogue ❯ Chapter 2

Author's note: in calculating years later and all that, I based stuff off of the assumption that in the original epilogue James was around 12 and the fact that Harry was around 36 when he sent his kids off. If you think I'm wrong, sorry but it's just the impression that I got. I also thought that Albus, being 11, would naturally have a brother who was year older and that would make fun of him about the Houses. It just felt right.

 

Five Years Later

 

Ginny pulled her veil over her face, looked into the mirror and said to herself, “This is it.” She walked over to the double doors where Arthur Weasley was waiting for her and counted her last minutes of being free. Now responsibilities came and she could most definitely not rely on her parents. Not that she had before, but at least the comfort was there: she wasn't in charge of everything in her life. Ginny couldn't help but wonder if she should actually go through with this. Should she walk down that aisle and agree to be his forever and ever amen? Or should she leave the church as fast as she could in those five-inch heels?

“This is ridiculous,” she thought to herself. “Of course I should walk down that aisle.”

She linked her arm in her father's while the ushers opened the doors and the ceremony began.

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Harry was resisting the urge to pull at his bowtie for the umpteenth time when he finally saw the doors open. Ginny and Mr. Weasley walked into the church and immediately Harry forgot all about the amount of people, the way-too-tight bowtie, and the nervousness that had been plaguing him. All he could see was her, looking beautiful, about to become his to have and to hold from this day forward.

Harry felt a jab in his side and heard Ron whisper, “She cleans up nicely, doesn't she?” Harry jabbed back and tried not to look like he had salivary gland problems.

As she approached, he noticed that although she was beaming, tears were running down her face. Mr. Weasley was crying too, he noticed. Then they stopped in front of Harry, lifted Ginny's veil and wiped away the tears, kissed her cheek, and gave her away to Harry.

 

It seemed like ages later when the priest finally said, “you may kiss the bride.” “Okay,” he thought, “don't do anything stupid… Just lean down and kiss her.” He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her. Suddenly he heard a crack, as though someone had just Apparated, but when he looked up he found that it was the sound of the photographer's noisy camera. Then the sounds of the organ and applause reminded him that now was the part when they walked together back down the aisle and lived happily ever after.