Harry’s POV
Harry knew how people saw her. She knew what people thought of her.
She knew that girls at Forks High School thought she was silly and vain with her constant laughter and her weather inappropriate skirts and dresses. They didn’t like her because she didn’t want to hang out with them, but they were boring.
Who could ever beat the brilliance of Hermione? Or the shared love of cute clothes Harry had with Alice? Or even the way that beneath the dull surface, Bella was quite the adrenaline junkie?
Harry knew that the teachers thought she was dim because she thought class time was better served by daydreaming and writing notes with Bella and Alice (she wrote Edward a note once but he hadn’t responded, so she didn’t bother again).
But Harry didn’t need the muggle education, not really. She went to school because it would be suspicious not to, but Harry suffered through six years of formal magical education and classrooms simply bored her.
If nothing was exploding and none of the teachers were plotting her demise, how did they hope to hold her attention?
The only people who looked past all the things Harry put on for show and saw the real Harry, were Sirius and Remus, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, and Jacob.
Those were the people that mattered.
They were the ones that knew Harry could never suffer through baggy clothes because it reminded her too much of her aunt and uncle. They were the ones that knew Harry’s jokes and laughter, her sarcasm and her sass, were how she tried to remain involved in conversations so she couldn’t be ignored. They knew she despised cooking and schooling; that she loved to fill her time with fun things now that she could - and they all simply accepted her.
More than that - they loved her. And Harry loved them back so fiercely that she thought her heart may burst in her chest from it.
When Harry stood on the stage at Forks High School and accepted her high school diploma, proudly bottom of her class, her people were there.
Sirius screamed and cheered and Remus clapped more politely, yet no less happily, at his side. Hermione was beaming and clapping, acting for all the life of her that Harry’s grades weren’t killing her, while Ron whistled beside her. Ginny chanted her name with a wide smile, elbowing poor Jared until he joined in.
And beside Jared was Jacob.
Harry’s Jacob.
Jacob stood there in his blue jeans and black tshirt and stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd. He winked at Harry, purposefully trying to make her blush on stage, and clapped loudly.
Harry wouldn’t dare ruin her makeup, she had spent much too long on it to mess it up, but she still felt tears pool up when she went to take her seat with the other graduates.
It was every bit a fantasy to have such a brilliant life filled with only the best people.
Harry suffered through her relatives who never made her feel cared for. She suffered through the pressures of being the Girl-Who-Lived when she should have been enjoying being a witch. She suffered through a war, a war she fought in and sacrificed for and won.
In Harry’s quite unbiased opinion, she had done a truly mad amount of suffering and it was finally evening out by the happiness she was drowning in.
Jacob beat Sirius to be the first to grab Harry when the ceremony ended and he swung her around in his arms while she squealed.
Everyone was watching them and Harry wanted them to.
If people had witnessed all her public suffering then she wanted them to see her public happiness as well.
“You did it!” Jacob was beaming and he was so lovely and handsome and all hers. He looked at Harry like she was the glorious moon to his burning sunshine.
Harry kissed him and tried to force him to feel all her love of him. She wanted him to feel all her confidence in their relationship, confidence that had been hard won, and all of her overwhelming joy to have him in her life.
“I did it,” Harry said after they broke apart and the rest of her people joined them. She grinned at Hermione, “Even though some people thought I couldn’t.”
Hermione laughed and looked at Remus. “How many detentions did Harry get this year?”
“Seven,” Remus said, which was a filthy lie.
“I did not!” Harry said hotly. “I had six.”
“Nope, seven.” Bella joined their group in the middle of the sidewalk outside the school with Edward, Alice, and Edward’s vampire family. “You didn’t show up to that one for skipping English and they made you serve two instead, remember?”
“Oh.” Harry waved her hand around, showing precisely what she thought of the dull detentions she’d spent doodling in her textbooks. “That doesn’t count.”
“Of course not,” Sirius laughed. He loped an arm around Harry’s shoulders and pretended as if Jacob didn’t have his arm around her waist.
Sirius truly was the greatest person in Harry’s life. If she hadn’t gotten him when she did, she may never have survived to find her joy. When Sirius met Harry she was always so angry and hurt. She was the outsider at Hogwarts and the freak at home.
Sirius saved Harry’s life and Harry could never repay him - he insisted she never had to.
But if he didn’t start being kind to Jacob then Harry was going to start biting him. Every time he gave Jacob a dirty look, Harry would simply bite his arm. It was a method of negative reinforcement for dogs she learned in her psychology class with Alice.
“I’m proud of you, Harry,” Sirius said warmly. “All grown up with a degree now.”
Harry sighed fondly at the way Sirius choked up toward the end of his silly sentiment. She patted him consolingly on the head.
“It’s a meaningless degree,” she assured him. “I’m simply going to work on cars with you and Jacob, aren’t I?”
Sirius would never admit it, but Harry knew he was secretly thrilled to open Black’s Garage next year. It was the ultimate spit in his family’s face for him to run a muggle garage.
Harry was just as privately excited to be a part of a family business. And she was quite determined to officially be a Black by next summer when the construction ended and it was a reality instead of simply their shared dream.
“You can’t work on cars until you’re done wasting your parents fortune on travel,” Ginny winked, drawing Harry from the future to the present.
Harry winked right back at her. Even if Ginny wasn’t Harry’s romantic soulmate, though oh how they tried, she was a part of Harry’s soul. Nobody knew Harry from the inside out quite like Ginny Weasley did.
“Precisely,” Harry agreed. She gave a sly look to Jacob, always waiting for him to ask her the question she knew he was burning to ask.
What better time than then?
What better time than at her graduation?
Jacob said nothing though as they split up for the drive to various houses to prepare for the party at the Cullen’s house that evening. Bella rode with her father and Edward to her house. Ginny rode with Jared to Harry’s house. Ron and Hermione rode in Remus’ very ‘safe and sensible’ truck to Harry’s house. Alice went with her family to set up for their joint party. And Harry shed her graduation gown and hiked her dress up so she could ride with Jacob.
“We’re going to see Billy then we’ll meet you all at the Cullen’s,” Harry said cheerfully. She waved to her family and rolled her eyes went Sirius warned Jacob to drive safely.
As if Sirius wasn’t a reckless driver himself. Not like Jacob, not when he had Harry on the seat snuggled in his back with her hands teasing his waist. Jacob drove like Harry was something not fragile, but precious.
It was terribly sweet even if Harry would never admit it.
Jacob got them to his house in one piece and Billy, dear, darling, Billy, waited on their porch to greet them. He leaned heavily on the thick cane that he relied on and lifted a hand to wave and smile when they pulled in the yard.
Harry gave him a tight hug that made him huff and laugh.
“Careful, don’t need Sirius to fix my spine twice,” he said gruffly with a pleased little twinkle in his eyes. “Come in, everyone’s waiting.”
Harry bounced happily in the house and was greeted by the pack that she’d happily adopted as her own. Sam and Emily were there, Emily had no doubt been the one to fill the counter with cupcakes and other pastries. Quil, Embry, and Kim were there. Kim had graduated last weekend and they’d had a similar get together for her.
Well, they had a party on the cliffs that had quite a bit of booze and there were no Cullen’s allowed but Harry had talked Ginny into cliff diving that night.
Poor Jacob and Jared had seemed shocked when Harry and Ginny shed their shirts and shorts and jumped from the highest cliff, hand in hand, clad in only their underclothes.
One day Harry thought that they’d have to get extraordinarily inventive to shock their boys.
Just like at Kim’s party, Leah wasn’t in attendance for Harry either. She had sent a text that morning though, so Harry wasn’t too bothered. She had made peace with Leah ages ago, not long after their ‘fight’ (Leah called it a fight, Harry laughed at the idea that she would have been frightened of a fluffy dog). They were rather good friends, always fighting when one of them needed to blow off steam. Leah was a wonderful flier too, though she was much too impatient for seeking.
Harry wished that she would get over her silliness with Sam and Emily, but not everyone could be as graceful as Harry and Ginny were with their ex-relationship and boyfriends.
Seth came though and he was the first one to hug Harry once she, Jacob, and Billy got inside.
“Congrats!” he cheered. “No more school!”
“No more skipping,” Billy added. He shooed Quil out of his favorite recliner and sat down. He grinned up at Harry fondly. “Who’s going to go fishing with me now?”
“Remus,” Harry said promptly. She scooted the pastries over on the counter so she could hop up on it to sit near where Jacob was leaning against the wall. “He’s a much better fisherman than I am.”
“Bah.” Billy waved his hand. “Remus is too quiet. I need the chatter to keep me young.”
“Harry never shuts up so how come you still look so old?” Jacob said teasingly.
Harry swatted his arm and laughed. “Billy does not look old! And I do not talk that much!”
“You do,” Emily said while even Sam nodded at her side. “But that’s one of the things we love about you,” she added quickly, wiping the pout off Harry’s lips.
They weren’t quite her people, the pack, but they were close. Harry was as fond of them as she could be, even if she wasn’t quite comfortable enough to always be herself around them.
But, if Jacob ever got around to presenting the ring Harry knew he had in his nightstand drawer, then she would officially be able to claim them all as family.
“I only tolerate you for cupcakes,” Harry said with a sniff to Emily.
Her fondness for Jacob’s family increased while they all talked and ate and celebrated together.
They saw Harry as a little crazy, a little too loud and too bright, but they still accepted her as part of the group.
Harry could envision a lifetime of get togethers like theirs. Birthdays and anniversaries, baby showers and bridal showers. Ginny and Jared would be there, Sirius and Remus, and they’d have to do all their parties out in the barn because there were too many people to fit inside.
And Harry couldn’t wait for it.
While Harry’s people were the stars in the sky, Jacob’s family was the ocean that could be so fun and so open, the Cullen’s were the flowers that bloomed in Harry’s life.
They weren’t permanent, they couldn’t be with their need to eventually move on, but oh while they were there Harry simply couldn’t resist dancing with them. Alice was so fun and so interesting with her visions and her unique view on life and they were all so terribly dramatic.
Harry loved it.
Jacob drove Harry from his house to the Cullen’s home. They arrived early so Harry could change to something more suitable for a party than her simple green dress for graduation was.
“No fighting while I get changed,” Harry warned Jacob as they walked up the steps and Jacob already had his nose wrinkled up in distaste. Jacob would never fight with the Cullen’s on purpose, but sometimes he had a short temper and they irritated him until he was making short and sharp comments and eventually left.
Rosalie, in particular, enjoyed doing that.
Jacob flashed Harry a sweet smile, a white contrast to his beautiful dark skin.
“Me? Fight with a bunch of stinking blood suckers? You must have me confused with someone else, babe.”
Harry put her hand on the curve of Jacob’s neck and pulled his face down to hers so she could stare in his rich brown eyes with her own smoldering ones.
“If you fight with them during this party, I will be very unhappy,” she said softly, “but if you don’t, I’ll make you very happy afterward.”
Jacob’s pupils dilated in the most delightful way and there was a sudden shout from inside the Cullen’s posh house.
“WE CAN ALL HEAR YOU!” Emmett roared, following it with a loud laugh.
“You were meant to,” Harry said at a normal volume, knowing they would all hear her just fine. She squeezed Jacob’s hand then gave him her most solemn look. “No fighting, Jacob.”
“No fighting,” Jacob agreed.
“Brilliant.” Harry snogged him again, slow and sensual, then dashed inside to see whatever wonderful outfit Alice chose for her.
“Oh, I’m quite glad that Sirius won’t be coming.” Harry laughed and spun in front of the mirrors Alice decorated her room with. She watched as the metallic sequins of her rather short and tight dress sent light in all directions. Her hair was down and in glossy waves, and Harry had never felt as feminine as she did then.
If Aunt Petunia could see her then, the hateful and bland woman would keel over and die.
A pleasant thought.
“You look beautiful!” Alice cried. She hugged Harry happily and they shared excited smiles. If Harry could count on anyone to be as eager to party as she was, it was Alice Cullen.
“Let’s go see the mutt’s jaw hit the floor,” Rosalie smirked.
Harry twirled once more, admiring the way her legs looked beneath the fringe bottom, and gave two of her girlfriends a grin.
“Let’s do it.”
Jacob’s jaw did hit the floor and Harry felt beautiful.
It was important to be brave and intelligent and witty, all traits that nobody could doubt from the Woman-Who-Conquered, but people somehow forgot that occasionally it was wonderful to be considered beautiful.
“You like?” Harry asked. She smirked and did a twirl. She hadn’t even made a full circle before Jacob snagged her by the waist and pulled her flush against him.
“Let’s steal this dress and leave,” Jacob growled in Harry’s ear. He kissed her neck and made her giggle, pleased that the darkness of the very club-like atmosphere in the Cullen’s main floor hid both Jacob’s wandering hands and Harry’s blush.
Harry tilted her head to the side, encouraging Jacob’s physical praise even while she turned down his rather enticing offer.
“Mm, no,” she hummed. “Come dance with me while Alice greets the guests.”
“Your wish, my command.”
Harry was in her element during the party. She flirted with Jacob, drank with Jared, laughed at Ron and Hermione with Ginny, and took turns dancing with all her people.
Ron was a terrible dancer and Harry winced every time he stepped on her he open toed heels. She thought perhaps he’d improved after the Yule Ball, but clearly he hadn’t. They still laughed just as much as they had in fourth year as he tripped and stumbled. Hermione was much better than most people expected and Harry had fun trying to get her to dance more sensually. Bella flatly refused to dance, Alice was a thousand times more graceful than Harry, and Ginny was perfect.
Harry danced with Ginny nearly as much as she did Jacob and the girls had a marvelous time giggling together as their boys drooled on the sidelines.
“You think he’ll ask you tonight?” Ginny whispered to Harry while their bodies moved fluidly together.
Harry sighed and pouted her lip out. “I’m starting to think he’s never going to ask.” She waved her hand irritably to where Bella stood with her vampire. “Edward’s going to end up asking Bella before Jacob asks me.”
Ginny threw her head back and laughed. The colorful lights flashing through the dark room bounced off her milky skin and made Harry giggle a little drunkenly.
“Not everything is a contest, Harriette,” Ginny said playfully. “Who cares if Bella gets engaged first? You know your marriage will be better.”
“Yeah.” Harry sighed wistfully. “I just hoped he’d ask before we leave next month. It would be wonderful to have another party before we go.”
Ginny smiled fondly at Harry. “You just love to have parties.”
“Side effect of living through two wars, you see, seize the moment and all that,” Harry said carelessly. Why wouldn’t she love parties? Why wouldn’t she want to spend all her time celebrating a life she wasn’t meant to have after facing down death?
When Harry died, her mum met her in the afterlife and Harry swore to her that she would go back and finally live. And if that meant partying with her friends as often as she could get away with, then it was simply Harry keeping a promise to her mother.
She wasn’t irresponsible, she was a dutiful daughter.
Ginny laughed and pecked Harry on the cheek.
“Ask him yourself,” she suggested.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” Harry said firmly. “He’s got a gorgeous ring hidden away. I’m sure he has something amazing planned, I just wish—”
“That he’d hurry,” Ginny said knowingly. “This is why we never would have worked. I’ve told Jared he better not get any grand ideas until I’ve won the cup for the Harpies.”
Harry laughed at the very Ginny-like idea of a romantic proposal and the two of them turned the conversation to Ginny and Jared’s upcoming move to Holyhead. Ginny was excited, Jared was anxious, and Harry was sad to lose them both. Though, she did plan on visiting during her and Jacob’s ‘ten months of travel’, as Jacob called it.
Jacob was worried about their lack of plans, but Harry had never done well with plans so she figured they would have more fun just deciding day to day what to do and where to go.
When the girls were preparing to give up dancing in favor of grabbing drinks, they saw Jacob and Jared in a tight cluster with the Cullen’s that made both girls roll their eyes.
“If they’re fighting I will literally put Jared in a dog house,” Ginny grumbled as they moved over to where their boys were.
Harry agreed with Ginny, but they hadn’t given Jacob or Jared enough credit. They weren’t fighting with the Cullen’s at all, they were planning a brilliant new adventure for them all.
“An army of newborn vampires?” Harry was ecstatic at the phrase she overheard when she and Ginny snuck up on the others.
The Cullen’s certainly knew the meaning of ‘go big or go home’. Newborn vampires were nothing to trifle with; they were at peak levels of strength, speed, and bloodlust.
And Harry was thrilled at the chance to fight them.
Jacob spun around and the look in his eyes looked like panic for a moment before it melted to much more acceptable defeat.
“Wicked,” Ginny beamed. “When?”
“Next week,” Alice said. She was blinking unsettlingly at the wall with her nose curled up. “And now I can’t see anything. It’s all black.”
Harry threw herself in Jacob’s arms with a gay laugh.
“Hear that, love? We’re all fighting together!”
Hermione, sneaky witch that she was, popped up out of no where.
“Who are we fighting?”
“Twenty to thirty newborn vampires,” Bella whispered, looking horrified for some peculiar reason.
“Oh.” Hermione looked to Ron and he shrugged. “Okay.”
Edward looked as aghast as Bella did. He stared at the three witches and the wizard with open mouth shock.
“‘Oh okay’?” he repeated. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this will be?”
“Basilisk levels?” Ron asked with a mocking smile.
“A hundred dementors and a true werewolf levels?” Hermione smirked.
“Dragons and death eaters? Lord Voldemort? Dolores Umbridge?” Harry laughed and her friends joined in. “Don’t be ridiculous, Edward, this will be so safe there’s simply no reason to bother Sirius with it.” Harry gave her friends a severe look and they rolled their eyes.
Jacob groaned and held Harry’s waist tightly.
“If I take you to a fight and don’t tell Sirius, he’s going to kill me,” he complained.
Harry smiled sweetly and cupped Jacob’s jaw in her hand so he was forced to look right in her eyes.
“And if you do tell him, I’ll kill you,” she said. “Now come dance with me, love.”
“I don’t want you to go,” Jacob whispered as they slowly danced the final song of the night in each others arms. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Harry smiled in Jacob’s chest. It was sweet that Jacob was protective without being a prat; it was adorable and it was needless.
“I’m going,” she told him while they spun in a slow circle. “And I won’t get hurt, but I’ll certainly heal you when you get hurt.”
Jacob huffed. “Please stay home?”
“Hmm.” Harry hummed and grinned mischievously where Jacob couldn’t see. “That seems like a wife-level request, darling, unfortunately I’m only a girlfriend.”
Jacob chuckled, but it didn’t prompt him to drop to one knee with a dramatic declaration of love so Harry was perfectly content to go fight vampires with Jacob’s pack, the Cullen’s, and her friends. Truthfully, Harry wouldn’t be happy if Jacob proposed to try and keep her from a fight. It would be evidence that he didn’t know her as well as she thought he did, and Harry wanted what her godfathers had.
She wouldn’t settle for anything less than the beautiful example Sirius and Remus set with their relationship.
When the day came, Harry waited in the field with the ‘fighters’ while Edward, Bella, Seth, and Hermione went to hide Bella in the group of ‘protectors’.
Jacob was in wolf-form and kept whining unhappily at Harry. Harry shushed him by bopping him lightly on the snout with her wand.
“Quiet,” she said. “This is going to be fun.”
Ron snorted from where he and Ginny flanked Harry just as Jared and Embry flanked Jacob.
“Only you would find this to be fun,” Ron said drily. “Mad witch.”
“Careful, Ronald, I will feed you to a hungry vampire,” Harry sang brightly.
“They’re coming,” Alice said. Her husband, Jasper, shifted in an offensive stance and the others followed suit.
When Victoria’s army arrived, the twenty-six of them faced eight wolves, two witches, a wizard, and six vampires.
It was over before it even began.
“And what did we learn today?” Harry asked Jacob while the Cullen’s burned the remains of the vampire army and Edward and Hermione regaled them with the tale of facing down Victoria.
Jacob winced as Harry tapped his broken femur with her wand, snapping the bone back in position.
“That Leah is a fucking idiot,” he growled.
Harry laughed and shook her head. “Leah and I had that silly little thing handled. You have to get over this ‘protective’ thing, love. Next time it might be worse than a few broken bones.”
“Eight broken bones,” Jared said smugly. He stood behind Ginny, his arms circled around her waist, and his chin propped on her head. “Dumbass.”
Jacob flipped Jared off and Harry finished healing the last of his injuries with a flourish.
“Ta da!” she cried. “All better.”
Jacob slowly got up, stretching his healed bones. He looked around the field slowly, silently counting all their members, and then he laughed. He bent over and laughed so hard that Harry wondered if perhaps he had gone slightly mad from constant exposure to her.
“That lasted what—?” Jacob looked around at his bewildered packmates. “Twenty minutes?”
“Thirteen,” Alice said cheerily. “Anyone want to go back to our place for ice cream?”
“Ooh! Can we order pizza too?” Ron asked eagerly.
Carlisle, the polite if dull leader of the Cullen family, chuckled. “I think that we could order you all prime rib if you wanted. This could have ended much worse had we not had your assistance.”
“I know.” Harry flicked her hair back and shared confident grins with her friends. “Jacob doesn’t like prime rib, or the smell of vampires, so maybe we should go to my house?”
“You want to go celebrate defeating a newborn army at your house, with your godfather who had no idea you were leaving to fight a newborn vampire army?” Hermione demanded. She sighed heavily at Harry’s eager nod. “You’re suicidal, Potter.”
“No I’m not. Sirius will think it’s quite funny, just wait,” Harry insisted.
Sirius actually did not find it quite funny when Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Jacob, Jared, Seth, Leah, Bella, Alice, and Edward burst in Harry’s home an hour later with a dozen large pizzas, tons of ice cream, and their story.
In fact, Sirius seemed to have gained some grey in his hair while they filled him in on what he’d missed.
Sirius also did not find it amusing when Harry politely asked if perhaps he was a late blooming metamorphmagus like his cousin Tonks.
“You used to have a sense of humor,” Harry said with disappointment. “You’ve gotten old and dull, Padfoot.”
“‘Let’s raise James’ daughter, it’ll be sooo fun’,” Remus whispered mockingly to Sirius. “Is this fun, Sirius? Is it?”
Sirius shook his head, but he also threw a pillow at Harry’s face and said she was grounded, so Harry thought he was having a bit of fun anyway.
After Ron and Hermione departed from the impromptu get-together/celebration dinner, Harry went with Jacob to his house to fill Billy in on the details. Or, she thought that was where they were going until Jacob drove right past his house.
“Where are we headed?” Harry asked Jacob, yelling to be heard over his noisy bike.
Jacob tilted his head back, a silent request for Harry to kiss his cheek, then grinned once she did.
“You’ll see,” he said evasively. It was a nice evening, warm enough and Harry was comfortable on the bike, so she shrugged and snuggled Jacob’s back happily.
They pulled up by the beach and Jacob led Harry by the hand to a spot right beside the ocean where the dark waves lapped up and soaked Harry’s boots.
“We met here,” Jacob told Harry. He held both her hands and smiled down at her with so much love in his perfect brown eyes that Harry’s heart caught in her throat and she had nothing witty to say.
“I thought you were the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen even before I saw your eyes.” Jacob let go of one of Harry’s hands so he could trace beneath her eyes with his thumb. “I wanted you before I even imprinted.”
Harry gasped as Jacob knelt down right in the middle of the water. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the ring box Harry knew he’d had for months.
Jacob opened it and held it high and his eyes sparkled more in the night than the ring did.
“Harriette Euphemia Potter, every minute with you is an adventure. I love you more than anything and swear to spend every second of my life making you as happy as you make me, if you say yes.”
Harry blinked back the tears that tried to blur the image she never wanted to forget.
“Truly?” she whispered.
“Truly.”
Harry wondered if Jacob actually was the reward that magic and fate held for her all those years she spent suffering and struggling.
Had this future been the one that destiny envisioned when it whispered to her to keep going, keep fighting, keep pushing?
If so, it was grander than she could have ever hoped for.
“Yes,” Harry told him. She said it again and laughed. “Yes!”
“YES!” Jacob jumped up and lifted Harry from her feet with one arm. She ducked her head and he kissed her as passionately as he ever had. In that moment, it was only the two of them. They were the only people who had ever existed and who would ever exist.
The world could burn to ashes and Harry and Jacob would leave behind the love that began the fire.
“Here.” Jacob fumbled with the ring when he sat Harry down. He held it up, letting the moonlight sparkle off the diamonds. “It- it was my mom’s,” Jacob said as he slipped it on the fourth finger of Harry’s left hand. “Dad gave it to me the day after we met.”
Harry looked at the ring that had once belonged to Sarah Black and finally let her tears flow freely. It was more meaningful than anything to be given a piece of Jacob’s family history; Harry had so few heirlooms that she cherished the ones she owned.
And now she had one from a beautiful woman who birthed a beautiful son.
“I love you,” Harry told Jacob in a choked voice. “I love you so terribly much.”
Jacob hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head.
“I’ll love you for always,” he swore.
And he did.
Harry Potter married Jacob Black in a white ball gown that she had always envisioned wearing for her wedding. She felt like Cinderella, finally marrying her Prince Charming. She had her hair pulled back in a stylish bun and she walked primly down the aisle with Sirius crying on her arm.
Harry knew that day that her life of happiness, something she had always desired and worried she wouldn’t have, didn’t deserve, had truly begun.
Like a fairytale come true - Sirius placed Harry’s hand in Jacob’s and Harry married her true love in front of all of their family and friends.
And like all fairytales, they all lived happily ever after.