When he saw her walking slowly from the house to the garden, Ron’s breath caught in his throat. He so clearly remembered the first time they were here together... lost, with Hermione bleeding and half-conscious.
When planning the wedding, she’d wanted somewhere beautiful and meaningful, and had said something about Shell Cottage and coming full circle. He hadn’t really understood.
But the sight of her now, beaming as a light breeze whispered against the folds of her gown, brought an ache to his throat and clarity to his thoughts. She’d been right: this was a place for making promises.