Promises

"I can't believe I'm really actually going through with this," Harry thought as he stood at the altar with Ginny Weasley in front of all of his family and friends. He could feel his heart beating faster with every given moment, and he could feel a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face. "Am I ready?" he began asking himself. "This is a big step in my life. I'm not really sure if I want to go through with this. My life will be changed forever," he thought to himself, his eyes opening wider as the minister continued speaking from the small book of notes that he held in his hands. Harry knew the question that was about to be asked of his soon to be wife.

"I do!" she exclaimed, turning to grin broadly at Harry. Harry returned the smile, but deep inside he wasn't really sure he felt the same way.

"And do you, Mr. Harry Potter, promise to take care of Miss Weasley through all of eternity, through good times and bad? Through illness and mourning, through recovery and rejoicing?" the minister asked him.

"Oh dear Lord! What am I doing? I can't do all of this!" he thought to himself, his heart now beating faster than the speed of light it seemed. He could feel the eyes of the whole audience staring up at him, awaiting his response. He heard his friends whispering something about why it was taking him so long to answer.

"Harry! Answer!" Ginny nudged him in the side, forcing him to snap out of his gaze. He listened to the dead silence. There was no more talking in the audience; there were no birds chirping. It was as though even the birds in the nearby trees were staring upon him.

"I do," Harry finally replied, looking back into Ginny's eyes and smiling.

"I now pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride!" the minister said rather loudly. Harry looked at the minister and saw him smiling and gesturing towards Ginny. Harry grabbed Ginny by the waist and lifted her off the ground, kissing her very passionately.

"I love you darling," Harry told her, releasing her from his hold. She returned the comment, and they kissed briefly.

Not too long after, they were sitting at a table in a gorgeous hall with champagne in their hands, sipping gingerly. Ron and Hermione joined them at the table. Ron being the Best Man, and Hermione being one of the Bride's Maids along with Tonks and Lavender Brown.

They had only been out of Hogwarts for two years, and had been living with each other since then. Ron and Hermione had become a couple just a few months prior to the wedding, but were not currently engaged. Although, Ron had asked Harry for a few pointers about one week before the wedding took place. Voldemort was now gone from the world along with most of Voldemort's army, thanks to Harry and the rest of the Order. There were a few people however that still did believe in Voldemort's actions, including Draco Malfoy, who had tried to harm Harry just after Voldemort's fall. The Order of the Phoenix was no longer needed, although many of its members still gathered for special occasions, including the day of Harry Potter's wedding.

Harry's godfather, Sirius Black was at their table along with Remus Lupin, who was chatting avidly with Tonks whose hair was a strawberry blonde for the occasion. Everybody in the room looked the best Harry had ever seen him since they had all met many years ago.

"Ah, well, it's over. It's finally over. And it's final. I have married Ginny Weasley. I can't believe it's true, but it is. Back when I had had that vision on that February 13th, I never thought this would be happening. I never thought I would ever have the chance to marry her, and I certainly did not know I would go through with the marriage all the way back then," he pondered to himself while Ginny was talking with her mother.

"You take good care of my daughter, ya hear?" Mr. Weasley told him, clapping him on the shoulder. He was getting quite old, not as energetic as he was the first time he had met Mr. Weasley in his second year after saving his daughter from the basilisk. Although, Mr. Weasley still had his great sense of humor, and was as kind as ever. "She means everything in the world to me, Harry. I know you'll stick around with her, eh?" he said to his new son-in-law, laughing heartily.

This triggered a thought in Harry's mind. He had to take care of her until the end of the world. He would have the whole entire Weasley family after him if he let anything happen to her. "What if I screw up and something happens to her? Mr. Weasley will kill me! And so will Ron!" Harry thought to himself, his eyes widening.

"I'm sure ya will," Mr. Weasley assured him. "I'm happy to have you in the family, Harry. I've always thought you and Ginny looked good together, ever since the summer before her first year at Hogwarts," he told Harry, his eyes looking as if he was going to cry. Harry knew they were really only tears of happiness, happiness that his little girl was grown up.

"Congratulations Harry!" he heard a familiar voice call from his left. Harry turned to see Neville Longbottom walking towards him. He watched as Neville tripped over Moody's foot and fell with a smack on the floor. "I'm alright!" he called, getting up right away and dusting himself off. Harry got up to help him over, but Neville persisted he was all right. "I'm fine!" Neville told him, moving Harry's hand off his shoulder. "As I was saying before, congratulations!"

"Thanks, Neville," Harry said, putting a fake smile on his face. Harry had always thought he would be happy on his wedding day, but he was feeling the complete opposite. He was feeling rather depressed.

"You don't look too good, Harry. What's wrong?" Neville inquired, looking at Harry peculiarly. "You look really sick. Take a seat, Harry," Neville demanded him. When Harry wouldn't sit down, Neville took things into his own hands and forced Harry into his seat.

"I'm fine, Neville!" Harry insisted.

"You don't look fine to me," Neville replied, looking at him sternly. Harry didn't have time to reply because it was at that moment that Ron stood up with his glass of champagne in hand.

But Harry could not focus on the toast because was feeling rather sick. Neville was right; he wasn't feeling good at all. "I feel like I'm going to faint," Harry thought to himself, clutching his chest. His heart was burning, and his vision was getting very blurry. The sounds of Ron's toast were getting fuzzy, and he could barely hear what he was saying. He saw Ron look over at him and point, his jaw dropped in amazement. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushed over to him and started asking him questions, but he could not hear exactly what they were saying. The last thing he saw was Ginny hovering over him, tears welling up in her eyes. His vision went all black, and he could not see or hear anything else.