Together through the thick and thin, there for the lowest of lows and the highest of highs. You and George take your vows very seriously. Nothing would ever be more difficult than the struggles and challenges you two overcame in the war. You faced them head-on, side by side. Already, as your twenties had been beginning, you'd followed the vows you hadn't yet had the chance to take: "through sickness and in health," "until death do us part." You lived those promises before they were ever spoken aloud.

And now? Now is your redo. Your fresh start. The beginning of your lives together and all things good. You are there for every new product release at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, there for the idea, the planning, the creation, and the release. Always there, always proud, always celebrating each small victory as if it were the first. And George is always there for you, and you know he always will be.

Your hands hold your broomstick tightly, the grass looming hundreds of feet below. The cheers of the crowd are deafening, applauding and chanting for your team, for you, roaring for victory. But none cheer as loud as George.

He stands exactly where he said he'd be, where he always stands for each and every match. He'd often bring lunch to training unless work at the shop completely consumed him, but no matter what, he never, ever missed a match. He cheers with the others, face painted, waving a flag, just as enthusiastic as any fan, and perhaps even more so. To him, you are just as incredible, just as swoon-worthy as any fan views you, only more.

You are the woman who means everything to him. The one he'll never stop showing up for. The one he'll always cheer the loudest for.