"You know what's romantic?" A seventeen-year-old Alex asked Mason.

"I don't know, what?" Mason asked, puzzled.

"A romantic montage," Alex said, with finality in her voice as she dragged her crush around.

Alex's attention got snapped back to reality when she realized she wasn't seventeen but twenty-two. And she wasn't in a relationship with her werewolf ex-boyfriend but her wizard crush from Hogwarts.

"Do you, Zeke Beakerman, take Harper Finkle to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest smiled.

"Well she believes in aliens as much as I do, so I do!" Zeke squealed like a little boy.

A couple of chuckles and laughter resonated in the church where the wedding was being held at. Alex rolled her eyes; Zeke was a goofy guy but nonetheless a wonderful match for Harper's unique personality.

"And do you, Harper Finkle, take Zeke Beakerman to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest laughed.

"I do," Harper said while rolling her eyes at the childish antics of her soon-to-be husband.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest declared.

When no one budge or raised any objections to their wedding (a big fear of Harper's), the priest nodded and went on.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest smiled.

Harper yanked her fiancé into a kiss and the hall exploded in cheers; Alex couldn't be happier for her best friend.

-x-

Alex and Mason eating a sandwich together, a long one with them eating on each end of it. Purpose was to kiss in the middle.

Alex blew that conch shell to become Craig's muse.

Mason gave that necklace that glowed only when she was near, not to show who he was in love with.

Kissing in the rain.

Meeting his parents.

Breaking up a couple of times but falling back together each and every time.

As Alex reflected on her relationship with Mason, she understood how fake it was. It was that kind of supernatural relationship that you could read from all of those romance novels. Before even when she knew his true identity as Mason she kind of felt like their relationship was one built on lies.

She felt like she was Isabella and he was Jacob. To her their relationship was brief, yet passionate. But also like the couple in the book, they didn't work out in the end. He even left her, like Edward left Bella. At least Jacob didn't do that to her, he was good in a sort of way.

But she didn't want to give her heart back to him should he come stomping. Harry was like an imperfect Edward Cullen. Sure, he isn't a sparkly vampire and sure she isn't a defenseless, frail human girl. They were both headstrong wizards.

But she left him after Hogwarts, and he let her go, but he came back for her. And she honestly would prefer him over Jacob or Edward any day.

"Alex? Love? The bouquet toss is about to take place?" Harry snapped Alex from her musings.

Alex raised an eyebrow and asked, "Since when were you so interested in me catching that?"

Harry shrugged and said, "Whether you catch it or not, we'll get married. I think the tradition's cute, that's all."

The brunette blushed, but nonetheless nodded. All of the ladies rushed like madmen around Harper as she held the bouquet like a little vending machine toy and the unmarried women were little kids. Harper turned around held the flower bundle high and tossed it over her head.

Alex didn't have to fight for the bouquet. It bounced off of her chest and she hurriedly caught it, not wanting it to drop on the ground and get dirty. At first, she didn't register what she just did but when the girls gave her jealous stares, she realized that she caught the bouquet.

"Alright! Perfect aim!" Harper cheered and shot Alex a thumb up sign.

"Wait you were biased in your throw? How could you?!" A girl yelled, but Harper merely shrugged and walked off, refusing to give in the requests to re-throw the bouquet 'for equality'.

"Even if you try to snatch it from her, she caught it and that's final," Harper firmly said and walked off to find Zeke so he could toss the garter.

Alex watch Zeke secretly pull Harper's garter off and toss it in the crowd. A couple seconds later, she saw Harry's hand stick out with the garter in his hand.

Alex laughed and she went over to her boyfriend and hugged him. Harry smiled when he felt Alex hug him and even smiled more when he saw the bouquet in one of her hands.

"I swear I think they aimed it at us," Alex said sheepishly.

"I think so too, but it is all more of a reason to get married after a couple of years, right?" Harry smiled teasingly at the brunette, who rewarded him with a blush and a nod.

"They're playing matchmakers in their own way," Alex sighed, "It's sweet though."

-x-

"Oh, Alex, honey we're going to miss you so much," Theresa drew her daughter into a hug.

They were at the airport, and they were to board a plane headed for London. Their flight would be in a couple of hours.

"You're sure this is what you want to do, right? No regrets?" Jerry asked his daughter seriously.

"Yes, dad," Alex laughed and went to go hug him after Theresa let her go.

Jerry tried to keep a straight face when his daughter wrapped her arms around him, but failed miserably. A strangled gasp left his lips as he hugged her back tightly and cherished his daughter's embrace what might be one in a long time.

"We will come visit, dad," Alex said, though her voice was muffled.

"I will personally make sure she frequently visits you," Harry agreed, "After all, you are her family."

"Thank you," Theresa smiled, her eyes shining with tears, "It really means a lot."

After a couple of minutes of hugging and teasing (mostly from Justin and Max), Jerry decided it was time that the family left.

"Let's go," he said, wiping his eyes, only for more tears to spill out, "If we stay here any longer, I might refuse for Alex to leave."

The family protested but when Jerry glared at them, they reluctantly shuffled away from the couple. Alex sighed, a small smile finding its way to her lips. That was her crazy family. Sure they tease her and point out her faults but at the end of the day they love her to pieces.

"You don't regret it, do you?" Harry asked.

"Well, they're my family. Of course, I will miss them, but if I let you slip out of my fingers, I would be miserable," Alex said, turning around to look at her boyfriend.

The two sat down and Alex had another thought that she just had to ask about. Turning towards Harry, she asked, "What would you have done if I had gotten married?"

"I may for a while be dating around just to forget you, but in the end I would just remain single for my whole life," Harry said.

"Why would you? Every girl would want to marry you. I swear, just say a sentence to any American girl here, and she would melt at your accent," Alex teased.

Harry chuckled and Alex relished the sound, and how wonderfully different it sounded from when Americans laugh.

"Maybe that's the case, but I wouldn't find it in my heart to love them. And I, unlike most men, would find it cruel to use someone to just ebb away feelings for someone else," Harry said honestly, "It's cruel and horrible thing to do."

"Thank you," Alex blushed, "For taking my dream seriously. Mason laughed at me whenever I told him what my dreams were."

"They aren't anything light," Harry shook his head, "They are the things most precious to you. No one should ridicule you because of what you wish for."

"When I told you, I thought you didn't take it seriously," Alex said.

Harry looked shocked and asked, "Now why would you think that?"

"Because I am an American, and if you don't know, Americans have a huge love for accents, and such outlandish dreams. I had one to live in London. It always looked beautiful to me, so picturesque. I don't care if we have a large house or not, but maybe having a place to live there sounds amazing," Alex said, "It started off as some foolish thought but developed into a wish I would love for to take place. You made it come true."

"Well you better believe it," Harry smiled, taking Alex's hand in his, "Because it is coming true before your eyes."

-x-

"And I think that's the last box!" Harry sighed, as the box unpacked itself magically.

Alex looked around their quaint house happily. It wasn't the biggest nor the smallest but just right. Somehow, she thought of that fable, Goldilocks and the three bears. This house was everything she wanted. She always thought it never would come true, but it did.

Reaching into her suitcase, she took out her two wands, one was red and one was black. She twirled around the black one fondly; memories from Hogwarts rushed to her mind the moment she touched her second wand.

"You know, there may be some positions open for becoming a teacher at Hogwarts," Harry said, seeing his girlfriend eye one of her wands.

"Oh yeah? And what subject would I be good at?" Alex smirked.

"Either transfiguration or potions," Harry said, "Though Draco is the potions teacher now."

"And doesn't-"

"Yes, she does teach Transfiguration, but is willing to step down if someone agrees to take her spot," Harry smiled, "And you were one of her favorite students."

"Maybe I could give her a call," Alex nodded, "But would she even recognize me?"

"Like I said, you're her favorite," Harry said, "Of course she will!"

Alex nodded, and decided someday when she gathers the courage, she could give her favorite professor a phone call or visit.

-x-

Sometimes she thought about him. Sometimes she thought about all the things they did together and wondered where in the world did they go wrong?

Don't get her wrong, she is perfectly happy with Harry and wouldn't leave him for Mason. But at the back of her mind, she just wondered… what did she do wrong when they were together.

Harry countlessly told her that it was never her fault; he just saw her as something to use from the beginning, and never had any real interest to make things work like she did.

But Alex somehow wondered, by sifting through her memories of Mason, that maybe somewhere, somehow lied the key to the unraveling of their relationship. Maybe somewhere she messed up so bad that their split became more and more obvious, like it began to be foreshadowed.

But it came up blank. All she could remember were all those happy moments that were picture-perfect. Literally an author who was stumped and had nothing to write about could write a bestseller about those two.

A romantic-tragedy, Alex mused as she sat cuddling with Harry on the couch.

But still, Mason was no Harry. Mason left her and never came back; Harry came back and never let her go. And somehow, that was so much more than what she wanted.

She had her dreamcatcher and she was never going to let him go. Because he was her good-luck charm.

-el fin-