Author's note: .....CHAPTER 100!!! I never thought we'd make it here, but here we are! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all the support and AMAZING comments (yes I read all of them!) Let's pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate, I guess??? Writing this book was an amazing experience for me and I cannot thank you guys enough for being the best audience I could ever hope for. This is the last chapter...so I'm not going to ramble on. Enjoy!
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Sam put on his best suit. His only suit.
He looked in the mirror and smiled. He told himself that he should smile. He tied his tie, grabbed the bottle of Champagne, and headed out the door.
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It was ten years after their graduation from Hogwarts.
Avery stood on the balcony of the hotel overlooking the city, sipping a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves.
The world had changed in the last ten years...his world had changed.
He was getting married to Evelyn Shnider, an heiress handpicked by his parents. He worked at the bank, taking care of all of Tom Riddle's underground transactions. He had become everything he despised in his early youth, he realized. The Chudly Cannons letter still lied there, crumped up in his bedside drawer, never to see the light of the day again.
It was his wedding day, but he did not feel the euphoria he had imagined. Evelyn was a beautiful, agreeable girl. Better than what any man night hope for...yet he felt no closure as he stood on that balcony. A few weeks ago, on a whim, he had penned an invite to be sent to a particular someone of the past. He itched for the closure that he needed. He needed to see that someone again and reassure himself that he no longer felt anything.
Perhaps he won't even show up. Right. He's not coming.
He's probably got a girl. Or guy. Whatever. He's forgotten.
He had dated frequently in the past few years. He could say that he liked his ex-girlfriends very much. Somehow, the word "love" never came naturally.
Avery was tired of waiting.
He was tired of relishing the past and lingering there in all his spare moments, unable to move on into the future. Because that him was not a feature of the future. He was a distant, starry dream of the past. He was a wonderland of a distant youth that now blurred into long-ago fantasy.
Avery took another sip of the Whiskey.
"You ready?" His mother called. "We're all waiting for you, dear."
Avery nodded. Mrs. Avery fixed his collar once again.
"You look, marvolous dear...oh Merlin, I'm going to cry again." She said, tears coming to her eyes again. "My darling, getting married. Oh! Before I know it, you're going to become a father."
"Mum-"
"Oh...my darling boy, getting married to the love of his life...I'm so, so happy for you." She sobbed, holding his hands in hers. She looked at the wedding band on his finger and another sob came to her.
Avery smiled. "Thank you, mum. I'm happy too."
Aver took another deep breath, and headed out the doors of his hotel room, holding his mother's arm as they walked to the elevator to the ballroom.
As the ballroom's heavy double doors swung open, Avery was greeting a flashing cameras, hundreds of smiles, and his bride, a vision in white standing at the alter.
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