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Wedding One: Two Become Three
Early August 2017
"Wonderful, mes amours," Wednesday Addams said, propping herself up on her right arm. "That should keep me going until our wedding night the day after tomorrow."
Ginny Potter grinned. "Well, did you really think we would let you go without a bang or several?!"
"Vixen!" Harry teased her. "Not that either Wednesday or I object to that."
"C'est super d'avoir une telle passionné!"
"Now you've done it! You know how Gin gets when you start speaking in French…"
"All I did was observe how great it is to have a passionate lover…"
"Are you sure you wouldn't want another one for the road, my darling?"
"If you insist, ma belle Ginny…"
The following morning
"Goodbye, Mummy and Daddy," Lily told her parents, kissing them goodbye. "Goodbye, Aunties Millie and Pansy," before she hugged and kissed her father's blood-adopted sister and her wife. "Coming, Mommy." Wednesday had asked her stepchildren-to-be to be part of her bridal party. Since Harry and Ginny had been married for almost two decades, it was decided that they would both be at the Altar in the Temple of the Six Goddesses, waiting for Wednesday's bridal party to join them. True, Wednesday had only been their lover for less than four months, but they had been friends since Harry had met her and Pugsley when repatriating some Death Eaters from the States as a young Auror a couple of years after the Battle of Hogwarts. It had taken a long-running contest between Wednesday and Jack Harkness to be the first one to have a three-way with the Potters, her kissing them both following an adventure in Barbados just before Easter and then again a few days afterwards for the three of them to realise that they were all madly in love with each other. The very next day, they were all abducted by aliens and imprisoned in a cell on an extradimensional planet overnight, where and when Wednesday slept with the Potters for the first time. They proposed to her the following day.
"Until you join us at the altar of the Temple of the Six Goddesses on Themyscira tomorrow, darling," Ginny told Wednesday. The two of them and Harry then so positioned their lips so that they could share a deep, passionate three-way kiss.
Once all the farewells had been completed, Wednesday and the children took the floo to the family estate at 0001 Cemetery Lane. Her parents and brother would be throwing her a bachelorette party, before forming part of her bridal party the following day.
"Are you alright, Mommy?" Lily asked, seeing Wednesday looking pensive.
"I'm fine, dear. You are likely to feel like this the day before your wedding.
"Well, maybe not quite like this. I'll be sixty in February, even if I barely look thirty – thank heavens for wizard genes. For years, I had assumed that I would never find my True Love and get married.
"Then after a handful of frogs, male and female, I kissed my prince and my princess. Tomorrow, I will wed my True Loves and join my family to yours."
James grinned. "The Potters and Weasleys were your family long before you got together with Mum and Dad, Auntie Wednesday. No, Lily's right. Mom!"
Morticia started sobbing. "We have grandchildren, Gomez. By marriage, true, but still…"
The Addams parents had thought that their two children were doomed to remain unmarried. True, as the heirs to the largest fortune in the wizarding world, they were considerable catches. With Pugsley having been well-built rather than fat for many years and Wednesday an acknowledged, if unconventional, beauty, it was not that they were unattractive. No, the problem was Gomez and Morticia themselves in a way, but not due to overprotectiveness. Pugsley and Wednesday had grown up with True Love being almost flaunted (however unintentionally) on a daily basis in front of them and neither could bring themselves to settle for anything else. Finding her Two True Loves had been under her nose for about seventeen years was, Wednesday supposed, the very definition of irony, particularly as she had been in a contest to seduce them into having casual sex with her for the last couple of those years.
"Then you should be happy and not so sulky, Auntie Wednesday," Albus commented.
"Albus Severus Potter!" his elder brother rebuked him sternly. "Apologise to our Mom at once!"
"Sorry."
"Sorry, Mom, Al's going through a phase at the moment. Auntie Hermione thinks it's because he looks so much like Dad.
"She may well be right, thinking about it. Lily takes after Mum. I have her eyes and the Weasley build, just with Dad's messy black hair. Al, though, looks so much like a younger version of Dad, I think that people expect him to be a younger version of Dad. That's a pretty high benchmark to be measured against."
"Indeed it is, sweetheart," Morticia told him softly. "Let's hope that he doesn't have to do half the things Harry had to when he was a boy.
"Now, however, we have to take one last costume fitting."
"Great!"
"Al!"
"Sorry! Are you happy now, James?!"
"It seems quiet without the kids," Millie noted. It was that evening. The former Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson had been bullied into helping Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini with one of their mad schemes just over a year before. After the intervention of the extradimensional entity known as Aslan, the bullying and worse (in Pansy's case) had come to light. A few weeks "therapy" on Themyscira had done both girls (and their friend Tracy Davis – whilst Daphne Greengrass had also gone, it was more for support than therapy) the power of good. Now Harry's sister and the alter ego of the superheroine Wonder Witch, as well as married to Pansy, she was very happy with her life.
"Quiet?!" Ginny spluttered. "You never realise just how much noise James, Al and Lily make until they are not here.
"Kreacher, is dinner ready yet?"
"It is, mistress," the old house elf croaked. "Sausage casserole followed by tart au citron."
"Lovely thank you, Kreacher. We'll be in the dining room in about five minutes."
"It will be served then, mistress."
"Thank you." She turned to the other people gathered for her and Harry's joint stag-do and hen-party. There were all the Weasleys, Longbottoms and Scamanders, plus Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall and others of that ilk. Since Millie and Pansy had a self-contained flat in the loft, they were not counted as guests. "Let us proceed to the dining room, ladies and gentlemen."
"You must be really missing her," Hermione commented, "to have a French dessert!"
"Save the psychoanalysis until later, love!" Ron told her crossly. "This a party, not a conference for well-meaning do-gooders…"
The next afternoon, Themyscira
"Are you sure about that dress, Mommy? It's a little black for a wedding dress."
"Perfectly, Lily. My mother married in black, as did her mother before her. We Frump ladies always wed in black! Besides, I am an Addams as well.
"I'm the archetypal Goth – and proud of it!"
"That's the spirit, Mom!" James noted approvingly.
"Fair enough. That's no reason to have James and me dressed up like chief mourners, though, is it, Auntie Wednesday?"
"Albus!"
"You're a prankster, James, like your namesakes…"
"And you are getting as grumpy as our pointy-eared friend in Gotham City. Do you want me to get Mum and Dad involved?!"
"Fine, James. I'll behave!"
James nodded, before turning to his future stepmother. "Good luck, Mom. You look gorgeous in that dress. Black suits you more than white, anyway!" He hugged her tightly before pecking her on the cheek.
Lily promptly copied his actions, Wednesday stooping to allow the much shorter girl to kiss her cheek. "Good luck, Mommy."
"Yeah, what they said, Auntie Wednesday," Albus muttered noncommittedly. His future stepmother took that as the best she was likely to get and kissed the three children on their foreheads.
"Time to go, sis!" Pugsley announced, embracing her tightly.
After hugging and kissing her parents, grandmother and Uncle Fester, as well as Zatanna Zatara and Wanda Maximoff, her other two bridesmaids, Wednesday linked arms with Gomez. The two pageboys and three bridesmaids lined up behind her, with the rest of her family behind them. As the strains of the Bridal Chorus from Lohengrin started up, they entered the Temple.
Millie, Pansy, Ron and Hermione were Harry and Ginny's attendants. Both men were dressed in tunics, knee-length sandals and laurel wreaths, with the ladies wearing short, white, sleeveless dresses, long sandals and laurel wreaths. It was decided to wear traditional Amazon wedding attire in the stifling summer heat.
As the bridal party entered, the four attendants turned to see them approach. On hearing muffled chuckles from Ron and Millie, Harry and Ginny stood up. "Everything OK?"
"Yes, Harry," Millie assured him. "It's just that, well, that dress is so Wednesday!"
The Bridal party reached the altar. Wednesday was in a heavy long dress, veil, cloak and gloves, all of the finest black lace. Lily and the ladies were in long, charcoal grey dresses and Gomez, Fester, Pugsley and the pages in white shirts, black morning suits and top hats.
Queen Hippolyta, stark naked as was her customary practice for ceremonies in the Temple, officiated. She used a silk cord to bind Wednesday's right forearm to Harry's left, another to bind Harry's right to Ginny's left and a third to secure Ginny's right to Wednesday's left. "With these cloth, I bind these three together as one through all eternity!"
After they had made their vows with the cloths still binding them together, Hippolyta finished: "By the laws of Themyscira and in the Sight of the Six Goddesses, I proclaim you as man and wives. You may kiss!"
Once the happy trio's long and passionate three-way kiss had finally ended, Ginny grinned. "So, Miss Havisham, I do hope there are cooling charms on your attire…"
"And those of the kids!" Harry interjected.
"There are, ma belle épouse Ginny, mon beau mari Harry. I had given up hope of ever calling anyone my husband or my wife. To have both is pure extase de joie…"
"Save the French for the bedroom," Harry advised. "Ginny will be tearing your clothes off before the reception otherwise!"
Lily and James promptly flung their arms around Wednesday. "Yay!" the former cried. "Now you really are our Mommy!"
"Congratulations, Mum, Dad, Mom!" the latter agreed.
"Yeah, congratulations," Albus muttered almost sotto voce. "For making me look stupid in that suit!"
"Albus Severus Potter!" Ginny snapped. "What has got into you lately?! Pansy, Millie, Albus is banned from watching TV, playing music, computer games or anything else electronic until we return from honeymoon."
"And he is grounded!" Harry finished.
"Mum! Dad! That's not fair!"
"Our decision is final, young man!" his mother reminded him.
"Great! A fortnight of sheer boredom…"
"Don't make it worse for yourself!" his father warned him.
Ava "Gretel" Zimmer came up to Wednesday. "Congratulations, Goth Lady! Did you recycle that dress from a wake?!"
"Black is my colour, Fairy Tale Girl."
Regina Mills, who had led the party through the portal from Storybrooke to Themyscira, came up to embrace her friends. "It's good to see True Love celebrated. Congratulations!"
Given that Harry, Ginny and Wednesday had been of immense help to the people of Storybrooke and vice versa at various times over the last three years or so, Regina was always going to be happy for the three of them. She turned to where Robin and Henry were standing. "Families are great aren't they?! Well, not if you include my mother, but still…"
"What about Auntie Zelena?" Henry asked. "My maternal grandparents? Mr Gold?"
"Every family has its black sheep, Henry. We've just got a whole flock of them!"
"Well, I'll be marrying Ava in a couple of years or so. That should lead to more white sheep, I hope."
"So do I, Henry," his brunette mom agreed.
"Time for your first dance," Emma Swan told the happy trio. "They seem to be starting up a waltz."
A hastily improvised three-way waltz followed, marked by plenty of kissing. Whilst they danced the romantic ones as a trio, Harry danced quicker numbers with either of his mothers-in-law, Millie, Pansy, Luna, Hermione and others. Ginny danced those with her father and brothers, whilst Wednesday led her father, Pugsley and Uncle Fester to the dancefloor.
"Fancy a swim, love?" Millie asked Pansy.
"Sorry, darling, no. Doctor's orders. I shouldn't swim until at least twelve weeks in." Pansy clutched her stomach in a gesture universally recognised.
"You mean…?" Ginny asked.
"That first round of IVF worked! I'm about six weeks along."
"I thought you seemed rather nauseous lately!" Millie admitted. She kissed her wife passionately and then pulled the other Potters in for a group hug.
"Since Dad's the donor," James asked, "does that make me the baby's cousin or half-brother?"
"Technically both," Pansy told him. "Which do you want to be?"
"I'm delighted either way, Auntie Pansy. Congratulations to you both!"
"Yay for Aunties Millie and Pansy!" Lily echoed. "I'll be the best big sis in all the world!"
"Congratulations," Albus muttered as grumpily as he could. "Ow!" Simultaneous stinging hexes from both Harry and Ginny had struck him in sensitive areas of the anatomy.
"That's for being constantly grumpy," Ginny told him. "You are not going to ruin this happy day for our family. Any further grumpy remarks or snide comments and I shall spank your bottom until you won't be able to sit down for a week. Am I clear?!"
Diana Prince was warmly embracing her fellow Amazons Millie and Pansy. She then stepped back to join her own spouses Clark Kent and Lois Lane, the latter carrying daughter Lara.
"Any luck with your own attempts at getting pregnant, Diana?" Millie asked.
"Not yet, Millie," Diana said. "Still, I'm Lara's Mom by marriage to both her biological parents, just as Wednesday now is to Harry and Ginny's. So I do get to enjoy the joys of parenthood.
"Clark and I are certainly enjoying the attempting though! Since Lois usually joins in, she's happy too!"
"Damn right, Themyscira!"
"I am grateful to the three of you for giving me an exclusive for the Quibbler," Rex Milligan said, the usual battered notebook in hand. "I understand that your choice of honeymoon location is classified?! Very wise move!
"As is most of the guest list. I cannot reveal which metahumans, mutants, aliens, etc. are here, other than Zatanna Zatara and Wanda Maximoff, both of whom were bridesmaids of Wednesday Potter's."
"Keep referring to me as that, mon vieux," the lady herself purred. "Wednesday Friday Potter. Yes, that has a real ring to it."
"She's been practising the signature for about three months," Ginny noted.
"Oui, ma belle épouse!"
"Maybe you should do the interview on our return to Grimmauld Place, Rex," Harry noted. "We shall be leaving for our honeymoon destination very shortly."
"So, how was your day, darling?" Ginny asked. They were in the newly completed house on Potter Island, an island in the Bermuda Triangle just off Themyscira that the Six Goddesses had given Millie and Pansy as a wedding present.
"Merveilleux, ma belle épouse! Le jour de notre mariage a été fantastique!"
"Harry, Wednesday, bedroom, now!"
The following morning:
"How does it feel to wake up as a married woman, Weds?" Harry asked.
"Weds?! Actually, I like it. Harry, Gin and Weds.
"As for your question, sore but delighted. You two really did a number on me last night."
"It was our wedding night, darling," Ginny reminded her. "We were supposed to. And you certainly had no complaints at the time!
"What shall we do today? Millie and Pansy have got the kids for a fortnight. I'll miss James and Lily more than Albus. What has got into that boy?!"
"How about a swim? Sky clad of course!" Harry suggested.
"Great!" Wednesday agreed.
"We don't even have to get dressed," Ginny noted. "Kreacher?" The old house elf appeared with a boom. "Champagne to be served at the beach in ten minutes."
"Yes, mistress. Congratulations to you all."
"You said that yesterday, mon vieux," said Wednesday, leaning out of the bed to kiss his forehead.
"Thank you, mistress. Would you like kippers and cream to go with your champagne?"
"That would be great, Kreacher. Thank you."
"Thank you, master."
"Well," Wednesday said as she leaned over to kiss her new spouses, "time to get up for breakfast and our swim. I am the luckiest woman in all the world."