It was beautiful. Really. Mrs. Weasley had really outdone herself. The long, billowy white dress, the satin heels, the purple flowers. The groom. It was all lovely.

I was surprised to be pulled out of my internal monologue by the words, "I do."

I think I may have gasped, forgetting for a moment that I was getting married. Then I breathed a sigh of pure happiness and bliss, and turned to face the love of my life. My beloved Fred.

"…And do you, Katie, take George…" Oh my god. The reality of the world came crashing down. I wasn't marrying my love. My Fred. I was marrying George, to honor Fred's memory. Because I couldn't raise my unborn baby all by myself. I wasn't marrying Fred, I was marrying his brother. "…as long as you both shall live?"

"I d-" I paused. George. Not Fred. This had all seemed a good idea when we'd discussed it a few weeks ago. Yes, discussed. There was no proposal. We discussed it. I told him I would never love anyone but Fred, and he told me he would never love anyone because he was too empty without Fred, and I had needed someone to be the father of Fred's baby, and it had all seemed like such a good idea at the time!

"I d-" I tried again, but something stopped me. Did I really want to do this? I had always dreamed of my wedding day. Just like this. Hell, the groom even looked exactly the same!

But it wasn't like this. No, this was all wrong.

"No," I said simply, startling everyone, myself included. And I swear, I know it, that for a second, there was definitely relief on George's face.

And then I ran.

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! HOW MANNY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT? YEESH!