I always used to think it was very clichéd when people would talk about wedding as the happiest day in their entire life. It just seemed far too much like a fairy tale to me, happily ever after and all that children’s stuff.
But standing here, in front of all our combined friends and family, I can honestly admit, at least to myself, that I was wrong. Because as I wait for her to come join me, I believe that this is the happiest day of my life.
For, on this day, we’re going to make our vows, promise that we’ll always be together and that we’ll always love each other. It’s like all my life, I’ve been waiting for this one moment, and now I know with absolute certainty that that moment has arrived.
Everyone’s here too, supporting us. Sirius, who missed out on so much of my life. Ron and Hermione, without them I probably wouldn’t have lasted long enough to get here. Remus, the Weasley’s, my housemates and the people I’ve known since I was eleven. Albus Dumbledore will be personally performing the sermon for us.
Her friends are here too. Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Dawn Summers, and even the vampires, Angel and Spike. All of them came, even though she was so scared they wouldn’t. She thought that they could never forgive her for what she had done in the past. I don’t see how it would be possible not to forgive her. She’s the most wonderful, extraordinary woman I’ve ever met. Of course, I may be a bit biased.
But, now the music’s starting and the bridesmaids are walking down the aisle. Honestly, I’m nervous. I haven’t seen her in almost a day, and I keep having this sinking feeling that she’s suddenly going to decide she’s making a huge mistake, that she’s not in love with me after all.
Here she is. Walking down the path, arm in arm with her mentor Rupert Giles. She’s beautiful. Her white gown is simple enough, but it makes her red hair stick out that much more. Her green eyes are glowing on her face.
Watching her as she walks toward me, I’m not nervous anymore. Because no matter what, I know that I love Willow Rosenberg with all my heart. It doesn’t matter if she’s wearing a wedding dress or if she’s wearing her oldest pair of jeans and a UCS sweater. All that matters is that she’s with me.
Now she’s at the front and Giles is handing her off to me. She smiles at me and everything else fades away. There’s no more people watching our happy day, it’s just the two of us, off in our own little world. In the back of my mind, I’ve noticed the fact that Dumbledore is talking, starting the ceremony.
As we stand there, hand in hand, starring into each others eyes and listening to Dumbledore speak, I can’t help but remember. Remember the first time we met, a redheaded nine-year-old pixie offering her friendship. Then when we reunited, my green eyes meeting her pain riddled ones, knowing that I had to try and help her.
I remembered days showing her around the grounds. The first time we ever kissed. But, what I remembered most was the amazed, happy look on her face as I spun her around after she agreed to marry me.
The ceremonies almost over now. I didn’t even notice it passing, too caught up in my reminiscences. Here I am, Harry Potter, slipping a simple gold band on to the finger of the woman I love.
It’s funny how things turn out. When I was little I always used to dream about fairy tales. When I entered Hogwarts I realized that not everything turns out the way you want it too. But here, looking into Willow’s eyes, I believe again, fairy tales can come true.
“May I present to you for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Harry Potter. You may now kiss the bride.”
