The Potter Clan's Vengeance

Chapter 63: Epilogue!

She was led up the aisle by Cyrus who was beaming proudly, although it was clear to everyone in attendance that he was fighting the emotion that was threatening to overcome him. His eyes were shining in a similar fashion to that of the woman he was escorting towards her soon to be husband. It was plain to see he was caught up in the moment of handing his first daughter into the care of another man. Though it was the only man he could or would entrust someone so precious to him to.

"Stop gaping you moron," Rigel hissed in Hadrian's ear, carrying out his duty to ensure the day went smoothly on the groom's end.

Hadrian snapped his jaw shut with an audible click as he turned to face his best friend, another look of amusement overcoming him.

"You sounded just like Arcturus then," Hadrian pointed out to his friend, who looked nothing short of horrified by that declaration.

"I'm flattered but Never say that again," Rigel pleaded.

"The old man obviously rubbed off on you," He chuckled in response.

It was at this point that Cyrus and Daphne reached them and the man took a deep breath before offering Hadrian the arm of his daughter with a content and confident smile.

The younger man took the hand of the woman and helped her onto the slightly raised dais before turning his attention back to her father and bringing him into a hug.

"I won't let you down," he whispered sincerely into Cyrus's ear.

The man nodded gratefully and clapped Hadrian firmly on the shoulder as they broke apart, giving him a very grateful smile and nod of appreciation before heading to his seat.

Hadrian turned back to face his bride and took in the moment, waiting for the proceedings to begin.

"You look amazing," Hadrian mouthed to Daphne who blushed slightly, an ability that Hadrian had never lost over the years they had been together.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The voice of Dumbledore cut in merrily, the man having been given the honour to conduct the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to witness a celebration of love and marriage between a very deserving man and woman," he began, "I believe that the couple have written their own vows, so without further ado," he finished, gesturing for Hadrian to begin.

Hadrian once again took a deep breath and braced himself accordingly, not wanting to spoil the moment in any way. He cleared his throat gently before speaking.

"I think that it is safe to say that I'm not very good at talking about my feelings. If I remember correctly, the first time I told you I had fallen in love with you, I whispered it," he began with a shake of his head.

There was a scatter of chuckling heard across the room at his admission.

"It's not that I'm scared to tell you how I feel," he continued, completely serious now. "It's because I know that any words I can find could never do my true feelings justice," he added, looking his bride in the eye, who was completely enraptured by the words and the way he spoke. "I don't think it is even possible to put how I feel into words, but I do know that what I feel for you is something that has and will only keep growing. You're my whole world and my reason to keep going, something that I can't even bear the thought of losing. I love you with everything I am Daphne and I will always show you that in everything we do. My words can't say it so I will spend the rest of my life showing you it," he vowed sincerely.

Many sniffs could be heard amongst the crowd as Hadrian finished, the attendees dabbing at their eyes with conjured tissues. Dumbledore himself discreetly conjured a tissue and wiped away a few errant tears that had fallen at the sentiment and love shown by the young man. He could not be more proud of Hadrian and everything he had done. And now, he had the distinct honour of playing a pivotal role in his wedding. Both he and Hadrian had become not only close friends over the years, but had formed a much more familial bond. Each being there to support each other through the difficult times that most thought either experienced.