Author's note.

Alrighty, let's get started shall we?

This, dear reader, is a series of head canon oneshots that my insane brain decided to think up...

I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (I would've thought that was pretty obvious)

One.

Wedding.

It was the day he'd been looking forward to for at least five years now. The day he was going to marry Ginny Weasley.

The words that Ron had spoken to him earlier that morning rang through his mind 'don't mess it up, mate, people are watching,'

He was talking about the vows. Harry wondered why Ginny had insisted that they should write their own vows. It was highly suspicious, in his opinion. Neither Ginny nor Harry were what you would call "lovey-dovey" or "hopelessly romantic".

He'd spent weeks trying to find the right things to say. Ron was absolutely no help. Between "Just say you love her and something mushy about how you feel when you stare into her eyes." and "Why do you think I would help you? You're marrying my little sister!" or Harry's personal favourite: "Just drink some Firewhiskey before and see what comes out of your mouth. It'll be a laugh!"

So he went to Hermione. Why he hadn't done that in the first place was beyond him. She was more help then Ron, but in fairness, Ron still had the emotional range of a teaspoon.

He folded the sheet of parchment with what he was going to say on it in half, then quarters for what seemed like the millionth time.

'Merlin, mate, you weren't this nervous when you were fighting You- Voldemort,' Ron said, his ears turning red, embarrassed. He, like so many people, still couldn't say Voldemort's name.

'Yeah, well I didn't have an audience when I was fighting Voldemort,' Harry muttered.

Why was he so nervous? He loved Ginny. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Ginny. So why was he terrified?

But all worries or doubts faded from his mind when he saw the love of his life glide down the aisle, beaming a smile brighter than her flame coloured hair. He stared at her in awe, for a moment forgetting the crowds of people watching. But only for a moment. I'm going to mess this up, he thought miserably to himself. Just looking at her made him feel like a tongue tied sixteen year old again.

Harry ignored the minister, insted turning all his attention to the woman that was soon to be his wife. Ginny cleared her throat, he'd been staring. Just like his sixteen year old self.

'And now the vows,' the minister said, inclining his head towards Harry. This wasn't the minister that'd married Bill and Fleur, because he was also the one who'd done Dumbledore's funeral. They didn't want any reminders of their dead loved ones. Today was a day for happiness.

Even George was beaming with happiness and pride. The only sign that he was still grieving his dead twin was that he hadn't allowed anyone to sit on the chair to his left, because that was where Fred was supposed to be sitting. But there George was, grinning mischievously, waggling his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly.

'I've been warned,' he started, somewhat shaky, 'not to mess this up,'

There was a ripple of laughter from the crowd.

'I probably will though, so I apologise in advance,' he cleared his throat, listening to the only sound in the marquee apart from his own voice: many women sobbing. Tears of happiness, he hoped.

'I've never met anyone like you in my life. You're strong and kind and you do the best Bat-Bogey hex out of every wizard alive.'

Ginny smiled, that was something she took pride in.

'But aside from your obvious talent for amazing hexes, you're sill unlike anyone I've ever met. You have a talent for surprising me, you always do the opposite of what I think. And-' he glanced down at the floor, blushing slightly, '-I hope you'll keep surprising me for the rest of my life,'

The minister smiled at Ginny, who started to speak without a moment's hesitation.

'His eyes are s green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard,

I wish he was mine,

He's so divine,

The boy who conquered the Dark Lord.'

Instead of being stunned to silence, like he though he would be, he roared with laughter along with everyone else. That was why she'd wanted to do their own vows. Only one clear thought ran through Harry's head. They were perfect for each other.

A/N FROM THE FUTURE! OOOHHHH!

Yes, I am writing this from the future.

Why? You may ask. It's because I was reading back on this story and was rather mortified by the poor standard of writing. It was a horror movie moment. So I decided to edit and rewrite this chapter a little bit, hopefully making it better (fingers crossed)

I promise that the chapters get better, they really, really do.

Please review.

THINGS GET BETTER, I PROMISE!