Epilogue
Lasting Changes
The bright yellow sun warmed the backs of all the witnesses in the garden as the sweet
chirping of a single bird's song floated into their ears. Several hundred, in fact, watched as their
beloved couple took their vows of marriage.
Heather Lillian Potter's simple white dress floated around her in the warm, late June breeze.
She looked down at her yellow rose and lily-of-the-valley cascading bouquet for a moment to
savor its sweet aroma. After a moment, she felt eyes were watching her and she caught the hazel
eyes of her fiancé Ronald Weasley watching her, deep in thought. Heather smiled bashfully at him
and he quickly saw he had been caught. He grinned back at her once he realized people were
watching them.
The voice of the judge brought them both back to the present from where their minds had
strayed. "Now by the power invested in me by the state of Illinois, I pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss your bride." After the kiss, the judge continued. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like
to present to you Mr. And Mrs. William Weasley." The audience applauded cheerfully and soon Ron,
Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Heather, and the rest of the bridal party exited the area by the Nelson's lake
reserved as the wedding site and traveled back to the Nelson's ballroom for the reception.
"Did you see mum, Ginny. She was horrible!" Ron complained about his mother crying over
her oldest son getting married. "I can only imagine what it's going to be like when I get married."
"I thought it was rather sweet." Ginny wiped her eyes with her handkerchief then she turned to
Heather as she sat down at the head table next to Charlie and Ron. "It was really nice of your
parents to hold Bill and Sandy's wedding here."
"Well, it only seemed logical since they had to move Ron, Harry and Hermione here for
the auror training and not to mention the weather was perfect." Heather took a sip of her ice water.
"Besides, you know my parents enjoy entertaining. This was just the tip of the ice burg for them."
"Your parents must be then ecstatic about your wedding then." Hermione smiled and Ron
nodded vigorously. "Have you set a date for your wedding yet?"
"Not really." Ron began and Heather interrupted.
"We've decided to wait until at least Ron's done with his training and when I am out of
Hogwarts."
"You're going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, surprised. "Do your dad and mum know?"
"Not yet." Heather pulled out her nail file and began working on her nails. "I thought it
would be best if I waited until after the excitement of the wedding die down before telling them."
"Although we're waiting…" Ron began taking a sip of his punch, and diving into his
dinner as soon as it appeared before them, "when are you guys getting married?"
Harry choked on his food as Ron asked this. After taking a drink of water, he glared
at Ron as Hermione spoke up. "We're not engaged, Ron, you know that."
The best man, Charlie, stood up and chimed his glass and everyone in the room quieted
to listen to the speeches being made about the bride and groom. After the speeches, the
wedding-goers danced on the marble floor to caries tunes played by the D.J. team of Transfig-UR
and Harry took the moment Hermione and Heather danced to the "Cha-Cha Slide" to fumble with
the contents of his pocket.
"So, you still haven't asked her yet." Ron pulled out the chair next to him to sit down.
"Bloody hell, Harry, why haven't you asked her?"
"Well, we've kind of been busy lately, Ron. You know like defeating Lord Voldermort."
Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Damn, I can defeat the most evil wizard alive, but I can't ask
the girl I love to marry me. I'm a bloody coward."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Take her outside and ask her now."
"But what if she says no."
"You're freaking Harry Potter: the youngest seeker in a century, no to mention the
boy-who-lived." Ron sighed. "In reality, what girl wouldn't want you?"
"That's just it, Ron, this is Hermione we're taking about. She never really cared about
those things. I know she does love me because she said she does, but what if she doesn't want
to get married? We are kind of young." Harry fumbled as he pulled a small ring box out from
his tuxedo pocket. He opened the box and gazed at it like he had at least a hundred times before
through out the duration of the day. He gazed at the one-karat sapphire on a platinum band.
"Wow, Harry, a whole karat. If that doesn't say you love her, I don't know what will."
Ron looked out the French windows over-looking the balcony searching for inspiration. When he
found none, he sighed with frustration. "Would you just ask her already? Look, she's finished
dancing already. It's the perfect moment to ask her."
"Your right," Harry closed the ring box and put it back into his pocket, "but you realize
that if she says no, I'll hate you forever." Harry smiled back at him.
"And if she says yes, you'd better name your first child after me."
"Yeah, we'll call her Ronda." With that said, Harry went off to where Hermione
stood on the balcony, looking at the stars in the heavens.
*****
Heather Lillian Potter's eyes swelled with tears as she looked down on to the graves of
her two former best friends. "And that's what's been happening in my life right now." She smiled.
"Ron's really great. You guys would have liked him. Harry, my brother, and I along with Ron
and Hermione, that's Harry's fiancée, helped defeat Lord Voldermort and put some of his followers
in prison. They're still tracking a few, but at least Voldermort is gone…for now at least."
"Heather, honey." Ron came up behind her and held her. "We have to get going now.
Your plane for England is leaving and you don't want to miss the Hogwarts express. Trust me,
I know." She paused before answering him to savor the bittersweet moment. The tears fell down
her cheeks as she whispered good-bye. She took her index and middle fingers, kissed it, then
placed them on their graves.
Once she stepped back away from the graves, Ron escorted her back to her brother's
car. "Mum will be waiting for you at the airport." Heather nodded in acknowledgement, but her
thoughts strayed to the memories of Hector and Rachel and wishing they were with her now. As
if he were able to read her mind, Ron pulled his arm around her tighter. "In some ways, Heather.
They are, they are."
*****
I am finished, finally! A thanks goes to Anete Zagare for the name of this chapter. She
won the contest and her name appeared in Chapter 16. Look, I will be back with some
more fun stories of our favorite pairing. Just chill and be patient.
Rumor has it that I have a sequel planned for this series…well…I don't want to give too
much away now do I? So, here is a bit of a teaser for you. I can't give away too much,
but I am sure you will understand.
God bless,
S'Eleene Paris
"But Professor, I already destroyed his journal. In second year, in the Chamber of Secrets."
"Yes and that is only the beginning I am sure of the books that brought him Dark magic. The
Onyx Spell book must be destroyed or we may face another resurrection of the Dark Lord."
Professor Dumbledore began to pace the floor of his office. The seven members of the red
Squadron watched him as they stood there, at ease, while he gave them the history behind
their mission….