Had someone told Alex that she would have been taken as a payment for her evil stepmother's outstanding debts… she would have laughed.

Had someone told Alex that she would fall in love with this person… she would have gone on a tirade about a Stockholm syndrome.

Had someone told Alex that 'that' person that would hold her hostage… was a human under a spell, she would just turn her head away and say, "Those things happen in fairytales."

Had someone told Alex that she would marry this beastly human, she would have walked away in denial not believing this absurd story one percent.

But here she is, being fitted into a beautiful white gown with faint rose patterns on it (same one Emma Watson wore in the wedding scene).

Who would've known this is how she would find her true love? Alex faintly smiled as she heard Ginny and Harper fight with each other over who got to do her hair.

"Ha! Now that I am a human I can squash you with my hands!" Ginny snapped.

"Not so fast, slow poke! I have wings, and a proper sense of fashion unlike you," Harper smirked, sticking out her tongue in a childish manner.

"Why, you…" Ginny growled and promptly abandoned her work on Alex's hair to chase the little fairy godmother.

"Oh dear… those two are at it again," Molly sighed and tsk'ed as she picked up where Ginny left off.

"I just can't believe this is happening," Alex laughed lightly, "Ask me a couple of years ago and I would have never believed this would happen, that this day would ever come."

Molly laughed as she continued to braid the hair, "My dear, life is full of surprises. Some are pleasant, others not so much. It is all about embracing them and seeing the positive aspects in every situation."

"Thank you," Alex confessed, "You're like the mother I never had."

"You can always call me mom," Molly whispered, teasing her and hoping that she would just laugh her words off.

"That would be wonderful, mom," Alex smiled, causing Mrs. Weasley to burst into tears and hug the young woman tightly.

"Oh! My little girl is getting married!" Molly hollered as she wept.

"Now, now, Molly, let's keep her makeup intact until after she is Mrs. Potter," Hermione smirked, patting Molly's shoulder in a comforting manner.

Alex rolled her eyes and laughed as she said, "Thank you Hermione."

-x-

Since Alex had no father to walk her down the aisle, Mr. Larritate the kind librarian from her town, offered to do so. She considered him her father anyways. All the time she came over to read books with him, check out any book off his shelves. They had developed a rather nice father-daughter relationship over their mutual love of books.

"You've grown up," Mr. Larritate said, "Only yesterday you threw a mud bomb at my library's window."

"Oh, how could I not remember? You said I could pay back for the damages by working at your library," Alex laughed softly.

"Yes and whenever you weren't working you would sneak books from my library and read them at the counter," Mr. Larritate smiled at the memory of an 8 year-old Alex Russo reading a book near the counter, cutely stumbling on words she didn't know.

"I have come a long way since then," Alex nodded.

"It seems like he is your Peter Pan," Mr. Larritate said, looking at Harry.

"And I his Wendy," Alex sighed.

"You two will go to Neverland, but this time forever," Mr. Larritate sighed.

"This is Neverland," Alex said, "A place so vivid, so bizarre. The place where there are villains and obstacles to encounter. We overcome them in everyday life. Life is an adventure. Adventure is everywhere. It is up for you to look for it. You taught me that."

"Peter Pan was the personification of fun and adventure, and Wendy could only look and search for it," Mr. Larritate said, "You and Harry are them in a sense."

They had reached the end of the aisle and Mr. Larritate said, "I hope you both find your adventure, wherever it may be."

Alex smiled and took Harry's hands after she let go of Mr. Larritate's hands. Through her veil, Alex could see her fiancé's handsome face beam back at her with so much joy and happiness.

"We have gathered today…" the priest began.

From the window, a ghost appeared. It was Jerry. He smiled sadly as he watched his baby girl get married. "You truly did find your happy ending," Jerry whispered.

-x-

Ginny caught the bouquet and Draco caught the garter. Now the bashful couple had to endure the googly eyes of the crowd as they knew only one thought: we're next.

Now it was time for the newly married couple to dance. Harry offered his hand to his wife, to which Alex accepted. Alex tried not to blush at all the 'ooh' and 'ahh' and 'aww' coming from the crowd.

"Don't focus on them," Harry smiled, "Focus on me."

Alex blushed and hid her face in the crook of his neck, mumbling, "It's hard not to. I have never been the middle of attention in my life."

"Well now you will be," Harry said, "You're my wife. You will be the envy and source of adoration amongst all."

"Sure you can keep your fangirl club at bay?" Alex smirked at Harry, motioning her head at the girls from her town, who sighed dreamily at Harry.

"They're disgusting," Harry said bluntly, making them burst into tears at his sharp words.

"Harry," Alex warned, "They're feelings are easily hurt."

"Easily hurt? If I remember correctly, they were fawning over me and Mason a month ago," Draco snorted, as he and Ginny danced, "They're not ones to genuinely love someone."

"Who are they anyways?" Ginny asked.

"Gigi is my enemy because when I was little, she snuck in my house and poured apple juice on my blanket. When I woke up, my dad had to clean the sheets," Alex rolled her eyes in annoyance, "And the other two girls don't have a set name. Gigi named them the 'wannabes' because they always want to be like her. So, she gave them a derogatory pet name. They are stupid enough to do anything you say, as long as Gigi isn't there and you say that Gigi likes it."

"Really?" Ginny laughed.

"Yes. Once I told them that Gigi shaved her head, they did the same. The next day when I saw they took me seriously, I told them that Gigi is wearing shoes on her hands as a hobby, and they actually did it. Then when I said Gigi was wearing a yarn wig, they said Gigi hates yarn," Alex laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh wow, they sure are stupid," Ginny agreed, laughing with her.

"Oh well, this isn't about them," Alex shrugged.

"That's true, my love, it is our special day," Harry smiled at Alex, ignoring Gigi and her wannabe cry in 'heartbreak'.

"Oh for the love of GOD, you three are infinite times more annoying than Ginny!" Harper yelled and threw some dust over them. Instantly the three women hit the floor and were snoring like madmen.

"Oh yeah, forgot she existed," Ginny muttered, slightly irked.

-x-

After the cake, presents and meal, the guests were lingering or leaving the mansion. Alex tugged on her husband's hands and motioned him to the balcony.

"Harry, I have something to tell you," Alex said.

"That you love me?" Harry teased.

The brunette laughed and smacked him on the shoulder. "I do love you dearly, don't get me wrong, but that's not why I asked you to come to the balcony."

Harry nodded and covered her hands in his. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked, "So what did you want me to know?"

Alex sighed, looking at the starry night, hoping one of the stars shining bright on the night of her wedding was her father, beaming proudly at her. "I saw, out of the corner of my eyes, the ghost of my dad."

"Really? When did you see him?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Right before our vows," Alex replied.

"Did he say anything?" Harry asked.

"He said… he said he was proud of me," Alex's brown eyes studded with tears, "And then he vanished. I really want to talk to him."

Harry thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "Alex, I think I have something that could help."

"What is it? A portal this time?" Alex teased.

"It... it's a mirror," he said.

"Another magical mirror?" Alex asked, surprised.

"Yes, but this one is different," Harry said, taking her hand in his and leading her up the stairs.

"Oh really? How is this enchanted mirror different?" Alex asked.

"It is a full body mirror. You look into it and whoever you desire, most preferably deceased… will appear beside you in your reflection," Harry said, "You must concentrate on the person you want to talk to in your mind. And under any circumstances… never look next to you."

"Why? Will Bloody Mary pop up?" Alex laughed.

Harry shook his head as he used his free hand to open the door to the west wing, "It's not that. You lose connection to your deceased loved one and will have to retry again," Harry said, "You may have to wait again a couple of days."

"Okay," Alex nodded and watched Harry pull a rag away to reveal the mirror.

"Close your eyes and imagine your dad," Harry said.

Alex did so, and focused on her dad's face. Not memories of them together, but how he looked from her eyes. Opening her eyes, she saw her father standing next to her, draping an arm over her shoulder.

"My baby girl's all grown up," Jerry whispered.

"I miss you dad," Alex whispered tearfully.

"As do I," Jerry smiled, "I regret marrying Theresa."

"It's okay you had good intentions," Alex insisted.

"But she put you through so much misery," Jerry insisted.

Alex shook her head and smiled, "It's okay. My story has a happy ending."

"It isn't over," Jerry disagreed, "You'll have your own family together and children to pass down your story to."

"That is true," Alex nodded, "I will always tell them about you. I will make sure they never forget you as well."

They stood there, smiling, both content. Neither of them knew what to talk about but neither had to rush it. They both knew Alex could summon her father through the mirror and he would be there, in her reflection. Alex closed her eyes and opened them, and her father was gone.

"You can always talk to your father whenever you feel lonely," Harry promised, taking her hands in his, "This is also yours to use."

"You spoil me with too many gifts," Alex laughed.

"Possibly, but I never tire doing so," Harry laughed, "Whatever is mine is yours."

"Well…" Alex drawled on the 'L', "You probably don't want to give me that much ownership."

"Why? Would I regret it?" Harry asked teasingly.

"I would start cleaning up your mansion," Alex smirked back, "I am wired to do house chores, you see."

"You will have to read me so many books that you will not have enough time to worry about chores," Harry rolled his eyes and took her hand, leading them out of the west wing.

And they lived... happily ever…

"DO NOT SAY THE LAST WORD!" Alex yelled.

URGH… fine. They lived a long life. Happy?

"That's what I thought," Alex's smug voice wisped through the black screen.

-el fin-