This was it. This was the day the love of her life would be getting married.

She was happy for them, of course, and she would be the first to say she was the happiest of all of their family and friends. Regardless, there was that underlying feeling of despair that just would not leave her, and if she were honest, which she prided herself in being, she probaby would feel that way for years to come.

She turned to look down the isle as the wedding march began to play, and there, being led by her father, was the bride to be. She'd honestly never seen such a vision of beauty and elegance and it was what brought the beginning of her tears which would be followed by more.

The bride appeared to be the embodiment of heaven, or at the very least, an angel. Her porcelain skin shone as bright as the midday sun, with her auburn hair, which was loose around her head and waving like the flames of a torch in a calm, gentle breeze, only helping to cement that comparison.

Her dress was pure white and appeared to have been made with the lightest and most delicate of materials, and waving in the gentle breeze gave a near ethereal quality to the already gliding gait of the young woman whom was wearing it. It was as if the air and clouds came together to lend themselves to be worn by a goddess.

As the music came to an end her father gave her away at the inquiry of the priest. He turned to head her way meeting her chocolate eyes with his own emerald ones, which shown with pride and unshead tears. As he sat down he entwined his fingers with hers and leaned in to whisper, "Isn't she the most gorgeous thing to grace our lives?". She could only nod as she watched the proceedings with even more tears falling as she knew they would.

This was it. This was the day that her daughter Catherine Lily Potter became Catherine Lily Longbottom.