A/N: Thanks to all my readers and for following Harry through my version of the two years after the war.
I have begun to post my OC story A World Divided. It may interest you. In a few months, probably December, I will be posting Future Uncertain, which is Connor McKeithan's story. Hopefully, I will see you there as my readers.
Thanks also to my beta Arpad. You're the best!
And finally, thanks JKR for creating such a wonderful world for us to play in.
Harry was nervous but happy. He was standing in front of a crowd, next to Ron, his best mate, and was looking down the row of seated people towards the Burrow's kitchen door.
"What's taking so long?" he asked Ron from the corner of his mouth.
"You'll see, mate," answered Ron, with a knowing smile.
The door finally opened. Mr Weasley walked out of the house holding the hand of the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen, and helped her down the steps to the garden.
"Is that Ginny?" Harry asked Ron surprised.
"Yes, mate," answered Ron amused.
Her long white dress fit her like nothing he had seen her wear, hugging all the right curves, giving just the promise of what was underneath it without revealing too much to the other men in attendance. Her hair was now curled, held away from her face by Aunt Muriel's tiara, and cascading down her back. Her skin was a rich creamy white with the perfect touch of make-up to accentuate her lips. Her sparkling eyes were looking directly at him. Harry was astounded by her beauty and his eyes never left her as, her hand on her father's arm, she slowly made her way towards him to become his wife.
"Wow!" he said to her when she arrived next to him.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said with an amused smile.
"Ahem!" said the elderly wizard in front of them after a few moments of silence in which Harry and Ginny had appreciatively drunk one another.
Harry and Ginny turned to the wizard who performed the wedding ceremony. Harry could not concentrate on what was said, so happy was he. Before he knew it, it was time for him to say his vows. He turned to Ginny and took both of her hands in his.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley," he said, "I love you with all my heart and all my soul. You are the sunshine of my life and I consider myself blessed that you agreed to become my wife, the centre of my universe, my all.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I promise to love you, cherish you, and try as hard as I can to make you happy for the rest of your life. That I vow, in front of all these witnesses," he concluded.
"Harry James Potter," she said. "I love you with all of my heart for as long as I have known you. You are my beacon in the dark, and I'm honoured to be standing next to you today to become your wife. I could not live without you as you too, are the centre of my universe.
"Harry James Potter, I promise to love you, cherish you, and make you as happy as I can for the rest of our life. This, I promise in front of all these assembled witness," she concluded.
"The rings!" said the elderly wizard.
Harry took Ginny's hand and changed her ring from her Promised finger to her Married finger. Ginny did the same for him.
"I now declare you husband and wife," said the wizard, waving his wand over their joined hands. "You may now kiss the bride," he told Harry.
Harry leaned forward and, gently taking Ginny's face in his hands, he kissed her.
'I wonder what would happen if I was to say Expecto Patronum right about now,' thought Harry.
As soon as he thought the spell, his Patronus stag ran over the crowd in great leaping jumps, leaving trails of white light behind it, bringing Oh's and Ah's from the crowd.
"I guess there is no doubt about how you feel right about now," said Ginny with a chuckle.
"No, none at all," answered Harry.
And he leant forward to kiss his bride again: Ginevra Molly Potter.