What Would You Wish For?

One Year Later



Ron looked in to the mirror, assessing his appearance. His dress robes were formal black, with an ivory silk scarf under his lapels that matched Pansy’s dress.



He was alone now, having sent his brothers and fathers away, and asking Harry, his best man, to leave as well. His wedding day had been highly anticipated and eagerly planned. Normally he wasn’t one for opulence but the joy in Pansy’s eyes as she planned their special day made him agree with anything she wanted.



Today it would happen. He would marry her, his lover, his final goal. He had passed the entrance tests with strong marks. He threw himself whole heartedly into his training, taking comfort in the loneliness from Pansy daily owl. She had sent him one every morning, like clockwork, sharing her life with him through the distance.



He was partnered now with Tonks, and learning a great deal from working with her. His income was adequate, nothing like Pansy was used to, but she didn’t care. She never complained, and was happy he was doing what he was doing. She was proud of him, and it reflected on her too.



She had seen him ambition and completed several of her stories. After submitting several, she found a publisher who paired her up with an editor who helped her polish up her work. She would be published soon, he knew it.



He stood now, in a grooms room, inside a Wiltshire ballroom. Pansy’s parents were giving her the wedding of her dreams as their gift to her. He waited now, as the guests were taking their seats, as Pansy was in a bride’s room preparing herself for the moment.



He turned and called to the empty room. “Demona.” She appeared, this time, in a dress worthy of his wedding, even though he was the only one who would see it. “You look lovely.” He told her.



“And you look so handsome.” She took his shoulders in her hands and kissed him gently. It wasn’t passion or even love, even though she had come to love him dearly. Her kiss was support, nothing more. “Are you nervous?” She asked.



“A little.” He couldn’t lie to her, nor did he want to. “Do you think she will like it?” He gestured to his robes.



“Of course she will. Besides, she loves you. You always look good to her.” She grinned at him.



He took on a solemn expression. I am ready to make my final wish Demona.”



Her face dropped. She had hoped to be able to see him marry, but if it wasn’t to come, then so be it. This was his life, not hers. “Alright then, what do you want.”



“I wish…..” He started but she stopped him.



“Ron, wait. Tell me what is it so I can make sure you phrase it right.” She warned him. It had been some time after all since he had made his first two.



He just smiled at her. “I wish for your freedom.”



Demona’s face took on pure shock as she digested his words. The watch at Ron’s waist lifted from his side and raised in the air, turning only once before it burst into a display of gold and smoke, vanishing from view.



Demona looked at him, unaware that she was crying until he lifted a hand and brushed her tears away. “You have given me such a new way to live.” He cupped her jaw in his hands. “You have made it possible for me to achieve dreams I never thought I could. You have made me a better man Demona, and I will not let you stay imprisoned any longer. I wouldn’t be a man if I let something like that happen.”



His tenderness touched her soul, and as she wrapped her arms around him, she let out everything she was keeping inside. He held her as she bawled on his shoulder. It was some time before she released him, and with a single wipe of her hand, she cleaned the tears from his shoulder.



“You are remarkable Ron, and I love you.” She told him.



“I love you too Demona.” He kissed her cheek. “Now live life for yourself, and now that you will always be welcome in my home.”



Demona lowly vanished away, leaving Ron to himself. He knew she would stay for the wedding, but after that he wanted her to go wherever she wanted.



Pansy and Ron were married in the presence of their families and friends. The ceremony was the end of a long journey for them, but it was one they would gladly take again.



After the reception, they left for their new home. Ron had purchased it when he began working regularly with Tonks. They decided to have their honeymoon there, to break in their home. They also decided not to live together until they found a home of their own. Everything would begin here.





That night, as Pansy slept, satisfied and relaxed, in their new bed, Ron stood by the window, and wondered where Demona was now. He had grown accustomed to her being close, but for once he knew she was gone. He had a feeling that he could call her anytime but he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t summon her like a servant.



He looked back at his wife, her bare back exposed to his view and he again thanked Demona for making this life possible. He smiled into the night, then walked back to his bed, sending Demona his wishes for her happiness too.





The End







A/N: Let me know what you think. Also on a side note, I thought about a fic with Ron and Severus, but I’m not sure. Would anyone read it?