The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

Neville's Ending: Something Borrowed

Remember when I said there would be a two true endings and the other endings would be alternate? Well, both of Neville's endings are the real endings. Oh, and I must warn you, its a cheesiness overload. -Chopinssonata

I walked down the aisle. Bouquet in hand. I walked between the several benches filled with people with my hand on Mr. Weasley's arm.. All eyes on me.The wedding band played it's slow version of Pachelbel's Canon in D. My dress dragged along the white carpet as I walked. One step, after another. I inhaled slowly, and then exhaled. Hermoine, who had told me that breathing in slowly would calm my nerves, lied. She and Ginny stood at the altar.. They wore elegantly simple lavender dresses. I continued to walk. My knees refused to stop shaking. As I approached the altar where Harry stood, I glanced at my friends. Draco didn't come, even though I had invited him. George stood next to Ron, who I could tell wouldn't stop talking. Luckily, I had told George to pack a sack full of food to occupy Ron with. He then shoved a cupcake into Ron's mouth as he was talking. The fluorescent pink icing, staining the area around his mouth. They stood on the opposite side that Ginny and Hermoine had stood on. My eyes shifted to Oliver, who sat in the audience. He even missed out on a quidditch game to be here. When I arrived at the altar, in front of the metal arch covered in forget-me-nots, I took my place across from Harry.

Mr. Weasley took his place next to Mrs. Weasley in the very front row. I'd worn three inch heels specifically, so I'd be around his height. He looked very handsome in his black suit. Everyone took their seats and settled down as the pastor, who stood behind a podium underneath the arch, began the ceremony. The time approaching was near. My hands shook as I covered the head of the serpent underneath a thick metal bracelet that I had worn, while the other parts of it had been covered by a boatload of concealer. The white veil slightly disrupted my vision. White dots were everywhere. Harry placed his hands over mine, yet my hands still shook. I looked into the audience for someone in particular. I found him sitting in the way back in the rightmost corner. Neville. A melancholy smile on his face. He'd grown handsome over the years, to match his beautiful personality. He waved. My hands shook harder, and so did my shoulders. Harry squeezed my hands. "It's going to be alright. We'll always be together. I love you, and that's all that matters". My heart ached for many reasons. 'That's what I'm afraid of'. I had thought. My mind wandered from Harry and to the events that occurred last night.

**The night before the wedding**

The wedding had come sooner than I expected. I hadn't seen Harry in a day. He didn't want to see me before the wedding. There was a superstition that it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. While I sat in our apartment, I glanced at the presents from the shower we had held. Through all the presents, I had still felt empty. Mrs. Weasley had given us some old baby clothes. I had felt uneasy.

Was this what I wanted? If I backed out now, there'd be so much disappointment. So much hate. I tried to make myself feel better by telling myself that I was going to be alright. But I knew that was useless. I wasn't going to feel alright. I soon found myself at Neville's. I paced back and forth after ringing the doorbell. I couldn't breathe, no matter how much I tried. I felt light headed. The door opened. "Scarlet?" He wore a collared shirt with a sweater over it, and jeans.

I entered his small apartment complex, pushing the door open. I sat on his couch. Small, but cozy. Neville took his place in a chair next to the couch. I placed my head in my hands. "Neville.... I don't know if I can do this". "I know that you can. It's just wedding jitter's, is all". He assured me. Around him, I felt as though I could tell him everything. And I did.. He'd become my confident over the years. I pulled up the sleeve of my sweater, revealing the Dark Mark on my forearm.

"He still doesn't know about this. The burden from hiding this from him is becoming too heavy. I can't breathe". He held my shaking hands in his. I felt relaxed already. "Then tell him". He had said. "I couldn't possibly. After everything that death eater's had done to him? I couldn't. Plus, then that'd reveal everything about how our relationship has been built on a lie. I can't do that to him. He wouldn't be able to take that kind of blow. Not now". I had said. I'd felt so many emotions. Doubt, scared, insecure, and most of all, confused. "Neville... I'm scared, and so confused. I don't even know if I share the same feelings as Harry does. Not to mention, marry him". I continued.