Harry Potter: What's next?!

Making new memories (Year 2000)

The beach on which Dobbie had died, nearly 4 years ago, was lit with a fiery glow. Any passing muggle wouldn't have given it a second glance, possibly stopped to admire the party of gathered friends and the bouquets of blue orchids filling the fiesta with colour but would then have continued walking.

Of course, proper magic and boundaries were placed around the ceremony to keep muggles from ruining the fun.

Harry Potter stood at one end of a long isle grasping his hands tightly in front of him. He was clenching his fist so hard that, even though many years had passed, he could make out the words 'I will not tell lies' scarred onto the back of his hand.

The white Lily pinned on his jacket stood out against the dark suit he was wearing.

A red headed man, a few inches taller than Harry and wearing a slightly duller version of Harry's suit was fussing with his tie.

"Oh Ron!" Mrs Weasley cried leaving her seat in the second row to fix her son's crooked tie.

Mrs Weasley was as sweet and plump as she had been the first day Harry saw her on platform 9 and 3/4, she had arranged for all the wedding plans.

The wedding wasn't as glamorous as Harry remembered Bill and Fleurs to be. Harry and Ginny had both agreed on a simple wedding, Harry had had enough attention to last a lifetime.

They chose this spot on the beach, only a kilometre or so away from Bill and Fleurs house, for the beautiful ocean that lay out before them and the memories that Harry had.

Their wedding was to be on the sand and shells. The weather, as they all hoped would continue to be, was beautiful. The sun was about to set over the clear ocean, the air was cool and the breeze on Harry's neck gave him some comfort.

The wedding was filled with flowers and colour. Blue and purple ribbons were tied to all the wooden chairs on both sides of the aisle, matching the bouquets spread around the wedding. Ginny had a hard time refraining her mum from covering the wedding in pink bows and glitter, but in the end she gave in. I think it made Mrs Weasley realise Ginny was no longer the small girl that needed protection, she could handle herself in the big world.

"Oh Harry, you look so handsome!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed as she started fixing Harry's tie. She looked up at Harry, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, then said rather shakily,
"Harry, you are like a son to me! I'm...just so proud of you!"

As Harry looked at Mrs Weasley, he thought of his own parents, would they be proud of Harry?
Harry imagined them watching over the ceremony from above. He felt both sad and thankful as he pulled Mrs Weasley into a hug and held her there.

"Thanks, Mum!" He whispered into her ear. She gave a sigh and a quick squeeze to Harry before pulling away and hurrying back to her seat.

He felt a bit guilty calling Mrs Weasley mum. But as he thought about it he realised his mum would have wanted someone like that in his life, someone to call mum. He could have two mums.

Ginny and Harry had been dating for the past 4 years.
Mrs Weasley had found the idea of Her daughter dating 'The famous Harry Potter' the most amazing news in the world.
Whenever she got the chance Harry would hear Mrs Weasley saying to anyone who would listen,

"My youngest daughter, Ginny, is dating Harry Potter. He killed Voldemort you know! I was there," she would announce most boldly.

Surprisingly, as Mr Weasley is normally much more understanding and peaceful than Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley took quite some time warming up to this idea.

"Now don't you go giving my daughter any trouble," he had whispered to Harry very sternly one afternoon when he had pulled him aside to show Harry the progress on Sirius' bike.