Unbroken

Epilogue Part Four: Forever

Harry POV

There was a time during my short life when I didn't think I'd make it past age seventeen. There was a time when I was sure that my life would end with the war against the man who killed my parents. It is because of that that I never gave thought to what the future might look like. That was the case, at least, until I danced with Hermione in the tent and made love to her shortly after.

Hermione. What else can I say about her? She took me in hand, took me for everything I was beyond that stupid moniker Voldemort gave me, and made me feel at home. She allowed me to think that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Heck, she is my light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm twenty-three now and standing in front of this ruddy mirror adjusting my tie because of some blasted superstition about the groom not seeing the bride until the ceremony. If Hermione was here, I could've got the bloody thing on with ease. Oh well, in a couple of minutes I'll finally see her again.

When I see her, she'll be in her wedding gown and I'll be waiting for her as she walks toward me with the wedding march playing in the background. I'm taken back to what she told me during the reception of Ginny's and Draco's wedding.

She told me that she never dreamed about all the little details of her wedding and that she only dreamed about who she would get married to. I'd like to think I'm the same way because, for me, even though I never thought of a wedding before, the only person I could see myself doing this with, was her.

"Nervous, Harry?" Neville asks, probably noticing me fighting a losing battle with this ruddy bow tie. "Need any help?"

Reluctantly I nod my affirmation to his question and he steps in front of me to help. "I'm not nervous, Nev, I just want everything to go smoothly," I say calmly, wincing as the stupid thing is tightened around my collar to the point of choking.

"Has the great Harry Potter had enough excitement for one life?" Draco jests to me from his spot leaning against the doorway to my room. He's wearing his patented smirk on his face.

"I think our boy has had enough for two lives," George quips back to his brother-in-law.

I can't help but agree with them both. I've seen enough excitement for one life and now the only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life. I hope that's not too much to ask for. Really, it's quite simple, I want to be able to wake up next to Hermione every morning and sit with her at breakfast discussing all sorts of things like the grocery list, her day at work, and everything else in between.

"Zoned out there, Harry?" asks Neville with a knowing grin on his face.

"Yeah, I was just...thinking of the rest of my life," I admit with a goofy smile. "I can't believe this is happening," I tell the guys.

"I know the feeling," Draco answers first.

"Amen," George says. He married Angelina Johnson a year ago and it was the first time I ever saw him truly happy after Fred's death. There was no denying the love he held for Angelina.

"I can't wait to marry my moonflower," Neville dreamily says, ironically sounding like his fiancé.

"We did it, boys. Somehow, some way, we all ended up with the women of our dreams," George tells us as he wraps an arm around Neville and I, Draco joining right after.

Hermione POV

I'm not nervous. It's not like I'm exactly new to this wedding business right? I've had one before and it was nice so there is really no reason to be worried about this wedding. Other than the fact that I'm finally marrying the love of my life, however. In another life, I probably would have felt overjoyed but, in this one, I'm feeling anxious.