Chapter 3 : An Ocean View
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December 24, 2003
“Yup, she answered, patting her robes down in one last futile attempt to look neat. Harry rapped his knuckles on the wooden door. A few seconds later, they heard footsteps hurrying towards them and the sound of the lock being undone.
“Harry! Ginny! You are here!” Mrs. Weasley shrieked. “Welcome home, dears! Arthur, Harry and Ginny are here!”
“Merry Christmas!” they heard him call from the den.
“Not quite, Dad. I believe we have about nine hours to go,” Ginny called back. They could hear him laughing in reply.
“Dinner will be ready in about half an hour. Everyone is in the den, you are welcome to go make yourselves comfortable.”
“Do you need any help in the kitchen, Mum?”
“I have Hermione and Fleur helping right now, but we may need another hand later on. I’ll call you in about fifteen minutes.”
“Mrs. Weasley, is there anything I-”
“No, no, Harry dear. Go sit down. I am sure the boys are waiting for you.”
Harry grinned and led Ginny into the den.
“Harry! Wait ‘til you hear about the product we finished last night!” called George from the couch.
“It will be a best seller for sure!” added Fred happily.
Ginny and Harry laughed, overjoyed at the prospect of being with loved ones on this special evening.
Dinner was soon served, and everyone spent time exchanging stories and catching up. After an hour of feasting, they retired to the den for coffee and dessert. As Ginny was finishing her second cup, she felt someone brush her hair away from her ear.
“Come with me,” Harry whispered gently. He took her hand in his and quietly led her from the room. They left the house, where the warmth from the fire filled the air. Outside the air was bitterly cold, and an even chillier breeze blew around their heads. Ginny shivered as Harry wrapped his cloak around her shoulders.
“Hold my hand tight, and don’t let go,” he instructed. He apparated, dragging her with him. They landed in a clearing surrounded by woods. The ground was white with a blanket of snow, and no footprints interrupted its beauty.
Harry guided her into the woods. There was no path, but he seemed to know where he was going. They walked for a while in silence before the trees started to thin and Ginny could hear something besides her own feet crunching in the snow.
They had come to a clearing.
“Harry! It’s- It’s beautiful!”
They were standing on a rock cliff overlooking the ocean. Below them, the waves crashed loudly into the rocks. Above them, the stars and full moon shone brightly in the dark winter sky. Snow had begun to fall, though the sky remained clear. Soft flakes glided through the air.
“It is magical,” she stated with awe. Harry chuckled. “Are you laughing at me?” she asked indignantly, turning to face him. He did not answer right away, but instead stared at her. “What?” she asked curiously, searching his eyes for an answer.
“You look so beautiful.”
She raised an eyebrow, trying hard to contain her smile.
“You are deathly pale right now, but your cheeks are flushed and rosy. Your hair is fiery red against your skin, and your eyes are dancing and bright, reflecting the stars. I don’t think you have ever looked so beautiful.”
Ginny was at a loss for words, something she was not used to at all.
“Ginny…” he started hesitantly. “I know that we’re kind of young, and that we have our whole lives ahead of us… but I love you so much. I can’t think of spending my life without you. Every moment spent away from you is a moment filled with sorrow and longing. I need you. I love you.” Harry pulled his hand out of hers and reached into his pocket. “Ginny… will you marry me? Will you spend the rest of your life with me, and be my wife? I can care for you. I love you.”
Ginny’s heart was threatening to pound its way out of her chest. She was shaking and was finding it hard to breath.
“Harry, of course! Of course I’ll marry you. I’m in love with you!”
Relief spread across Harry’s face, and he grinned down at her. “Really?”
“Yes! Of course! I do, I do, I do!” she exclaimed. Ginny stood up on the tips of her toes and kissed his lips. They stayed there for a moment, wrapped together and kissing each other with passion.
“You are freezing,” said Harry suddenly.
“It is a bit cold,” she admitted.
“Come on, let’s go back to the house. Your parents are probably wondering where we are.”
“They are your parents now too,” she said suddenly.
“Yeah,” he said softly. They didn’t say anything more as they walked from the cliff. Ginny knew he was thinking about the meaning of having parents.
“My parents are going to be thrilled,” she said softly.
“ Your dad already knows. I asked him first.”
“It’s not up to him! You didn’t need to ask him permission! I lead my own life!”
“I know,” he laughed. “And I would have married you even if he had said no. I just thought we should have them on our side when we marry, that’s all.”
She smiled in spite of herself. “Let’s go home,” she said before apparating. She landed on the front walkway of the Burrow. Harry followed her with a small ‘pop!’. They opened the front door quietly, trying to sneak back in. It did not work.
“They’re back!” yelled George.
“Through the front!” screamed Fred.
“Grab them!” they yelled together. They made to run at the duo, but Mrs. Weasley got to them first.
“Boys! Stop!” she said. Then, turning on Harry and Ginny: “Where were you? We were worried sick!”
“I am sorry, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry guiltily.
Ginny cut across before anything else could be said. “Harry and I went out for a bit, Mum. Can I get a warm bottle of butterbeer? It is freezing out there.” She brushed past her mother and headed for the kitchen. She stopped suddenly, walked back to where her family was standing, grabbed Harry’s hand, and started to pull him along with her.
“What is that?” her mother shrieked suddenly, pointing a shaking finger at Ginny’s hand. Ginny had grabbed Harry’s right hand with her left one, which was now sporting a gorgeous diamond ring. Ginny gasped. She looked up at Harry, who shrugged sheepishly.
“I slipped it on when we were walking,” he said.
The diamond was huge. It had light blue streaks running through it, which made its beauty far more noticeable. It was held in a silver band that swirled and twisted to form the ring. It fit snugly around her finger. Ginny tore her eyes away from it. “Mum, Harry and I are… we are… well, we are engaged.”
“I knew it!” she exclaimed again. “Oh, come here you two! Congratulations!” She pulled them into a bone-crushing hug, and then ran away, sobbing. Mr. Weasley was beaming, Hermione and Fleur were smiling, Fred and George were confused, and Ron’s jaw had dropped to the floor.
“Harry and I are engaged?” Ginny suggested to them again shyly, trying to find what had made them appear so strange. It was silent for another moment, excluding the sobs that could be heard from the other room. Hermione was the first to break it. She squealed and then copied Mrs. Weasley in hugging them both. Next came Fleur, who kissed them both on their cheeks. The rest of the family came up, congratulating them both. After Fred and George had wrung both of their hands for the umpteenth time, and pretended to run away sobbing like their mother, the happy family made its way back to the den.
“Harry, Ginny, can you hold on a moment?” came Ron’s voice from the hall. Ginny turned to face him, and could see Harry do the same. Ron waited until the others were out of earshot, and then spoke quietly. “This is it then. You are sure you want to do this? I mean… you really love each other?”
“Do you really love Hermione?” Ginny asked.
“Yes, but that’s not the same. This is my best mate here, and my only sister.”
“And you are my best mate, good enough to be my brother, marrying my other best mate,” Harry pointed out.
“You have got me there,” said Ron smiling. “It’s just that I want you to be sure. I couldn’t bear it if you hurt each other.”
“We’re sure, Ron,” Ginny said.
“C’mon then,” he replied. “We better go get Mum before she drowns in her own tears.”
June 17, 2005
Today was her wedding day.
Today was to be the happiest day of her life.
Today she and her love would be joined in a life-long union.
Today, Ginny Weasley would marry Harry Potter. Today, she would become Mrs. Ginny Weasley-Potter. Today, she and Harry would start their new life together.
Ginny sucked her stomach in as Mrs. Weasley zipped up her gown. Looking in the mirror, she saw her own wide-eyed reflection looking back at her. Her strapless dress fit snuggly around her chest. The bottom flayed out a bit, but still flowed all the same. A glittering pattern of thorny white roses, barely visibly on the white dress, ran down its length. The gown was simple, yet elegant. It sparkled when it met the eye, but it also looked silky and smooth.
Her vibrant red hair hung down her back in ringlets. A few strands from the side of her head had been tied back, and a small white flower had been woven into it. Around her neck hung a loose silver necklace, which supported a single small square diamond. Diamond studs and her diamond engagement ring were her only other accessories.
She had barely any makeup on, only a bit of eyeliner and a dab of rosy blush. There was no need for anything else.
Ginny felt that she had never looked so beautiful.
She was fully prepared to walk down the aisle.
“Ginny,” said her mother proudly, “it is time.”
Ginny nodded and followed. She picked up her bouquet of white roses and other, smaller white flowers. They had rented out a muggle church for the ceremony, for its beauty alone. It was old and magnificent, with tall ceilings and a wide interior. They had thought of getting married on the cliff where they had become engaged, but had decided in the end to keep that place private. Ginny was happy with their choice.
They had reached the back of the church. Ginny’s bridesmaids waited there, as did her flower girl and ring bearer. Ginny’s maid of honor was also there. She had chosen Hermione for this special role. Ginny had met Hermione before her first year of school. She was one of her oldest friends and more like a sister to Ginny than anything else. Ginny had been confiding in her for years, and Hermione had not once told her secrets, even though she was best friends with the most discussed topic.
For bridesmaids, Ginny had chosen her close friends Gabriele Delacour and Luna Lovegood and her sister-in-law, Fleur Weasley. Since most of her close friends had been guys, and they would hardly make for good bridesmaids, she had decided to have only the three. Her flower girl was little Emma Weasley, Bill and Fleur’s daughter, and the ring bearer was Cody, their son. Cody was barely old enough to walk, but his pride at being chosen for such an important role had caused him to do very well during rehearsals.
Ginny looked towards the front of the church. Harry stood there waiting for her, handsome as ever in his black and green dressrobes. Behind him, Ron stood proudly. Naturally, he had been chosen as Harry’s best man. With a ping of sadness, Ginny could see Remus standing farthest back on the altar. He was to wed them. Ginny felt no regret that it was him they had picked, for he was the last of the Marauders and the last of Harry’s father’s friends. Still, if fate hadn’t been so cruel she knew it would have been Sirius or Dumbledore standing there, ready to wed the man they had both become fatherly fond for. Ginny felt a small tear forming at the edge of her eye at the thought of them. She knew that they and so many others should be here, but they could not because the monster Voldemort had taken them away from the Earth far before their time. Oh, how she wished Harry’s parents could be here to witness their son’s marriage, just as her parents were there to witness her own.
“Are you ready?” asked a soft, happy voice behind her. Ginny turned, smiling, to face her father. He kissed her gently on the cheek and then outstretched his arm, offering it to her.
“I don’t think I could be more ready,” she replied, entwining her arm in his. Slow, beautiful music filled the church. A handsome phoenix had begun its song. Harry looked down the aisle expectantly, smiling nervously but contently all the same.
Little Emma started to walk towards him, throwing wild flowers of all shapes and colors as she went. Cody followed right behind her, dutifully following his big sister. Ginny and her father were next, with her faithful maids in tow. Ginny held her head high, and she smiled confidently. She was being led to the man of her dreams. She was being led to the love of her life.
Her father kissed her again when they reached the front. He took her hand in his, kissed it once more, and then placed it in Harry’s. He whispered in his ear, though Ginny could hear what he had tried to cover. “Take care of her.” Harry nodded to him. The song ended suddenly, though it did not cut off as one might have expected, but instead died off, slowly and peacefully. Ginny and Harry turned to face Lupin.
“We join together today to see these two young people become connected in a way that only the deepest of loves can allow. They are here to get married, and to allow you to witness part of the pact they make. This pact is deep and tragic, and is unseen by the naked eye, but with the heart it may be seen. Harry and Ginny are going to join each other, hearts entwined, for all their life.”
Lupin paused for a moment, staring meaningfully at their audience. When he resumed speaking, his soft, gentle tones had gained a certain merriment. “All of you here have heard or seen the story of these two lovers. It started back many years ago, when Harry Potter entered the Weasley family as the best friend of their youngest son, Ron. Ginny of course was quite taken with him right away. Harry, being the young man he was, did not realize her feelings or even his own until later in his schools years. In fact, it wasn’t until his sixth year that Harry discovered he was in love with his best friend’s little sister. This knowledge didn’t come in a loving form though. It came on the back of a raging emotion- jealousy.
“Harry and Ginny were officially 'going-out' for a bit of that school year. It didn’t last, as Harry felt the need to put heroics in front of love. That didn’t work out so well.” The crowd chuckled appreciatively, and Ginny ducked her head to hide a smile. “Harry and Ginny have survived obstacles that most couples wouldn’t have to face in five lifetimes, let alone a short part of one. They are, as I’m sure you will all agree, truly in love. And for that, I look up to them.
“Albus Dumbledore was famous for proclaiming that love was the greatest power. Throughout my lifetime, I have come to find that he was correct. Love does amazing things. Today you witness the love between this man and this woman. Cherish it.”
Lupin looked to Harry and nodded. Harry looked Ginny in the eye and cleared his throat. “Ginny,” he seemed to say her name just for the sake of saying it. “When we first met, I did not see you for what you were. I did not believe that the feelings you felt for me could be anything more than a young girl’s crush. You always believed in me though, and still accepted me when I finally grew up and discovered it has been you all along. I am sorry that it took me so long, Ginny. Thank you for standing by me all of these years. You have always accepted and loved me, and I couldn’t be happier. I want to take care of you. I love you.”
It was her turn now. “Alone, those three words mean nothing. But when spoken by the right person, and with some emotion put behind them, they can mean everything to someone. You are the right person for me, Harry. Hearing you say those words means the world to me. I love you too, always and forever. You mean everything to me. You make me feel safe, you make me feel special, and you make me feel loved. You are my everything. I love you.”
“Harry and Ginny, you are now taking the final steps in this bond of love. Are you sure you want to take them?” Lupin asked.
“We are,” they responded.
“Harry Potter, do you promise to always love and protect Ginny Weasley?”
“Ginny Weasley, do you promise to always love and protect Harry Potter?”
“Well then. I now pronounce you… married!”
The crowd cheered as Harry kissed her swiftly and passionately on the lips.
“I’m Harry Potter’s wife,” she whispered to herself.
Harry heard her though. “And I’m Ginny Weasley-Potter’s husband,” he said with a wink.
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