All around them people are kissing, hugging, jumping, dancing. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mateo all join Harry and Miranda. Ron flies over to Harry immediately, fiercely hugging him. "We thought we lost you, mate," he manages in a choked whisper.
Miranda and Hermione beam, watching their boyfriends embrace emotionally.
"It's like we don't exist," Hermione says fondly.
"Who needs them," Miranda laughs wetly, squeezing Hermione's hand.
Hermione feels the ring on Miranda's finger, and gasps excitedly, yanking Miranda's hand up to her eye level.
"He proposed?!" Hermione squeals loudly.
Miranda nods, a tear rolling off of her chin as Hermione embraces her tightly. A pair of creamy, bruised, bloody, and very freckled arms wraps around her too, a kiss pressed to her shoulder. Ginny. All of their faces shine with joy and tears and dirt.
Hermione sighs appreciatively, "It's gorgeous, Harry!"
Miranda is hit with a wave of emotions all at once as their group continues to expand in size. Neville and Luna coming over, Fred and George, Bill and Fleur, Dean and Seamus, Sirius, and Evelyn cradling a blue haired baby close to her body.
Thank you. She thinks to herself. I love you, she cries into their arms.
I'm sorry.
Her heart aches for the faces missing, and she staggers backward, suddenly winded by the weight of it all.
Sirius gives Harry a huge hug and whispers in his ear, "You did good, kid. You did good." For the first time, Miranda notices, Sirius looks his age. His face is pale and drawn, eyes sad and worn with affection, almost like he can't believe it's over. Can't believe he's the one left standing. He looks guilty.
"I'm so sorry about Rem-" Harry's eyes grow watery, but Sirius shushes him.
"James and Lily would be so proud of you," he grips Harry's shoulder. "And I know Re—" his voice catches, wobbling on the name. He swallows thickly, "I know Remus would be too. I certainly am." He inhales deeply, "Because of you his son will get to grow up in a better world."
The baby has begun to cry.
Miranda and Harry are married not more than a week later, it's a small ceremony, just family and close friends. They didn't want to wait any longer. To them, it feels like they've been waiting their whole lives.
Hermione is Miranda's maid of honor, Ginny and Evelyn her bridesmaids. Ron is Harry's best man, Sirius and Mateo groomsmen. They are to be wed outside, in a meadow that they decorated very minimally, a leafy archway at the front. Miranda is wearing a simple yet beautiful, white midi dress, tulle and covered with stars. Her hair is loose, a flower crown resting in her soft curls and a bouquet of gardenias and lilies in her hands.
Hermione fluffs Miranda's hair and smooths her dress out while Ginny raises a glass of champagne, still in her bathrobe.
"You should really change Gin, we have to go in like five minutes!" Hermione exclaims, snatching the goblet out of her hands.
Miranda laughs lightly, "I think Hermione's more nervous about this than I am."
"Are you?" Hermione asks, "Nervous I mean?"
"No," Miranda replies lightly, shrugging, "I thought I would be, but I'm surprisingly relaxed."
Hermione smiles, "It's because you love him so much isn't it?"
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the lucky one
FanfictionHP FANFIC, Miranda McGonagall transfers from America to Hogwarts in fourth year. The world thought that Harry Potter was the only person to ever escape the Dark Lord's wrath, but Miranda is a survivor as well. Harry and Miranda immediately connect...
