Title: The Boy I’m Gonna Marry
Author: Keira Marcos
Challenge: Thursday Vignette’s (November 29, 2018)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: No Beta
Word Count: 500 (complete)
“And now the mother of the bride would like to speak.”
Hannah Granger didn’t seem at all intimidated by the magical amplifier that Neville Longbottom gently directed her to. She gifted the room with her daughter’s smile. “When Hermione asked me to speak today, I had no idea what I should say. Thankfully, she provided me an entire book on the subject of magical weddings and bondings.” She paused at the laughter that earned her.
“Every mother faces the day their child leaves their side and ventures into the world without them. That moment came upon me when she was eleven years old. I put her on the train to Hogwarts—heart full of excitement and fear. I wanted her to embrace being magical, but I worried so much what might become of her in a world that I couldn’t enter without help.
“The next day, I received my first owl with a letter from my little girl. It ate all of my husband’s bacon before it would deliver the letter. I was so pleased to hear from her so soon, and I want to share with you what she wrote in that letter.
Today, I met the boy I’m gonna marry. He’s an adorable mess. So I have my work cut out for me. Please send me tips on how to manage him.
I sorted into Gryffindor (so did he). I’m excited to start classes, and I made sure to brush my teeth extra since I had some cake for dinner.
All my love,
“Needless to say it wasn’t quite what I expected,” Hannah said wryly with a glance toward Hermione who blushed vividly and laughed. “I would continue to receive these short little notes about this future-husband of hers throughout the year. If you know my daughter at all, you’d know she doesn’t excel at being brief.”
Minerva McGonagall lifted her wine glass in salute which caused a smattering of laughter.
“I met the future husband going into their third year. He was, in fact, an adorable mess. Throughout the years, I bore second-hand witness to beautiful and terrible things through my daughter’s letters. I spent many terrified months waiting to hear she was safe during the war, but I needn’t have worried because he’s been by her side since she was eleven years old.
“As I was preparing to make this speech, I remembered this letter.” She waved it. “I kept it tucked in my jewelry box all these years. Mostly because I hoped to have an opportunity to tease her one day with what I believed to be a fleeting crush. As it turns out, that adorable boy on the train became one of the bravest and loyal young men I’ve ever known. I couldn’t be prouder to welcome him into my family even if on most days he’s still that adorable mess that my little girl met on the train.” She lifted her champagne. “A toast to Hermione and Harry Potter.”