• The love between two men is frowned upon by most communities whether it be wizard or muggle.

    But the love between a family member of one of the oldest pure blood families and a half blood half breed was unfathomable.

    Blinded by the old ways people would whisper whenever they saw the two together. Whispers of question and disgust. But none realized that it didn’t matter to the two of them.

    These two had each other and that was all they could have ever asked for.

    He was perfection in every aspect, and he was excitement and adventure. Every time they locked eyes the world would stop and no one else existed.

    They were madly and deeply in love with each other and they, like so many others, just wanted contentment--happiness if they could find it.

    one reached down into his pocket for a small velveteen box which he presented slowly and with a broad smile on his lips.

    The other understood at once and threw his arms around the other. Words were not needed to explain the gratitude he felt.

    The ring was slipped on and examined in the setting sunlight. The warm orange glow made it shine like never before.

    Bottles were opened. Glasses were raised. Toasts were made just between the two of them that happy night.

    They laid on the grass to gaze at the pinpricks of star light that dotted the sky and ended up gazing intently into the others eyes.

    There was no doubt about it. Never ending, never fading, their love was eternal.

    Their bodies pressed together for protection against the cold, they closed their eyes and pressed their lips together for one…finale…kiss…

    They had made sure that they would be together forever in a place where no one would ridicule them for their love.

    They chose to be together in love, in life, and in death.