This is my new story, I'm soo excited! Hope you like it!

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2 weeks ago

A young girl of about seventeen sat at the kitchen table, her emerald green eyes twinkling with amusement. Her long, silky raven-black hair hung down her back, and her dimples played about her cheeks as she laughed at the antics of her father, and the man who was like her uncle.

"Dad, please tell me you did not do that!" she wailed at Sirius Black, but her voice held a tone of humour in it.

"Moony, I am going to kill you!" he growled at the laughing were-wolf next to him, and he tackled him to the ground, as the girl laughed even more at their actions. An arm from behind her grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up, out of her chair, as a hand covered her eyes.

"Hello Sephora," a deep, husky voice whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her ear. Sephora laughed slightly.

"Hmmmm…..now who could this be. Oh Merlin, Drakie poo is it you? I thought I told you we were to keep our affair a secret!" she cried, and the hand quickly pulled away from her eyes as if burnt. As Sephora opened her eyes, she looked at the faces of three very shocked men.

"I was just kidding guys!" she laughed, as she turned to hug her fiancé, Harry Potter.

"Sephy don't shock me like that!" Sirius cried, as he tried to calm his frantically beating heart. "My old heart can't handle it." Remus merely smiled at her joke; he could sense she was teasing. Harry kissed her lightly on the lips, growling slightly in amused irritation.

"I knew I should have killed that ferret before he ran off with the Deatheaters to do his fathers biddings," he said, and Sephy merely grinned.

"You have to admit, he is very good looking.." she said, trying to keep a straight face at the look of anger from Harry.

"Of course, if you like the sallow, pinched look," Harry said, as he watched Remus and Sirius arguing over who should get the last bottle of firewhisky.

"You once had that very same pinched look, I'll have you remember," Sephy said, smirking at the quelling look Harry gave her. She put her hands on his chest, fingering with the button on his shirt. "But boy did you grow out of it."

She rose an eyebrow at him challengingly, and his grinned at her and he covered her lips with his own.

"I wonder what I did to deserve such a seductive siren" he whispered against her lips, as he moved in to kiss her again.

"Not until after marriage!" yelled Sirius, shocked, as Remus elbowed him in the ribs, hard.

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1 week ago

"The wedding is in a week Seph, and you don't have your wedding dress yet?" yelled Nymphadora Tonks, her pink hair changing from pink to stripy red in her surprise.

"Look Nymphy…Harry is giving me his mother's dress, and it's beautiful. I'm happy with it, so relax!" she sighed, as she received a blow to the head from a pillow.

"What was that for?" she asked as she tried to neaten her hair up again.

"I told you not to call me Nymphy!" Tonks yelled, as Remus entered the room.

"Am I interrupting something ladies?" he asked, like the almost-perfect gentleman he is. He went to sit down next to Sephy, and put his arms around her, as she leaned into him to rest her head on his chest.

"It seems like only yesterday you were a little around the house naked singing 'It's getting hot in here' while shrieking like a harpy," he sighed in fake reminiscence, and Sephy hit him lightly on the shoulder as Tonks laughed, taking a seat next to Sephy.

"I never did that!" she cried, outraged.

"You're right. It was more like a banshee," he said, and chuckled as she huffed. "It's going to be weird seeing you in a wedding dress, getting married. Makes me feel old."

Sephy laughed as she pinched his cheek. "I don't think you're old, in fact you and dad make me feel old. With your childish antics," she sighed, looking around the room, and then back at him, love and caring filled in them.

"I love you Uncle Remus," she said, and he held her tight, his cheek resting in her hair, taking in her perfumed scent.

"Why are you saying goodbye? You can't get rid of me that easily. I will be coming to visit you and Harry everyday!" he said to lighten up the mood, and it worked, as Sephy laughed, muffled against his chest.

"Promise you'll bring chocolate?" she asked, straight faced.

"Always," he promised, laughing.

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4 days ago

Sephy walked into the room, when she felt herself being pulled into a waltz. There was no one else in the room except for her and her father, the person whose arms she was in. She laughed slightly as she waltzed around the room with him.

"Um…dad? It's 2 in the morning," he said, noticing his bedraggled state, and it looked as though he hadn't slept in days.

"I know," he said, smiling as with a wave of his hand, he changed the track, and started singing along with it:

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you

Sephy felt her eyes smarting slightly.

"Dad…" she started, but he interrupted her with his singing, gently in her ear. She knew it would be hard for him, since he was a convict and couldn't go to visit her that often, as well as the fact that she would probably be kept an eye on by the Ministry, so she couldn't visit him often either, or she would risk them getting exposed.

"Dad, I love you and I will visit you as often as I can. Plus you remember the mirrors – we'll keep in contact! And I'm an Auror and I'm in the Order, I'll have to come to Grimmauld at least once a week without looking too suspicious!" she said, watching as the tension left his face slightly.

"I just don't know how to manage without you – you're the reason I stayed sane in Azkaban and you're the reason I have managed being cooped up in this bloody house in the first place," he whispered to her, as he moved his finger to wipe a tear from her eye.

"This old age is turning me senile. I swear it's all your mother's fault….I never used to be this emotional. In fact she once told me I had the emotional range of a teaspoon…."

Sephy laughed and hugged him, savouring the warmth and comfort she could only get from her father.

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Last night

Sephy sat on her bed, reading. She looked at the clock and saw that it was one in the morning, and her wedding day was only a few hours away. She smiled contentedly, and she savoured the warm feeling that inhabited her body. Tomorrow she would be Mrs Sephora Potter. She was the happiest she ever felt before. She had everything, and tomorrow, she'd even have a husband.

She was about to lie down, when she heard a click, and saw her door open, but no one was there. She lifted up her wand quickly, but lowered it when she heard his voice.

"Sssssshhhhh….calm down, it's just me!" Harry whispered as he closed the door.

"Harry," she sighed with relief, but then frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?"

He took off his invisibility cloak and sat down in from of her, smiling.

"I have to give this to you," he said as he took out a small jewellery box from his pocket. Sephy looked confused, but smiled all the same.

"I already have a ring," she said, but he just laughed slightly nervously, and asked her to turn around. She did, still confused, as he pulled her long hair away from the nape of her neck, and she felt cold silver slide around her throat, as he fastened it at the back.

She looked down, and saw that it was a locket, with a rose and the words 'I love you' inscribed on the front. She turned round and looked up at him in surprise, but he merely smiled and waited for her to read the rest of it. She opened the locket and saw that it had a close up picture of the both of them, her kissing him on the cheek and the both of them smiling happily. She looked up at him, but he shook his head and turned the locket over so she could read the back. It said 'I will love you always, my darling'. Tears pricked her eyes as she looked back at him, and enveloped him in a hug that conveyed all her love.

"So I take it you liked it?" he asked, amusement evident in his voice. She just kissed him as an answer, and looked deep into his eyes.

"Thank you, it's beautiful," she whispered, and he stroked her cheek. "So are you," he whispered back. They kissed for a while, until Sephy collapsed onto her back on the back, grinning stupidly.

"I think it's illegal to feel this happy," she said, sighing as he move to lie down next to her, leaning on his elbow to look down at her.

"I love you," he whispered, seriously, not a trace of humour. She looked up at him, and noticed that he meant every word. "I love you too," she whispered back, and they spent the rest of the night lying in each others arms.

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The present day

Sephy looked at herself in the mirror, swallowing nervously. She looked like the epitome of classic, timeless beauty. Her siren like green eyes were twinkling happily, and her cheeks similarly flushed with pleasure. Her long hair was piled upon her head in a chignon, with a few loose tresses curled, tickling her cheeks. She wore an off the shoulder, bodice style dress, which was embroidered with gems, and the skirts were long and silk. She had diamonds in her hair and around her throat, and Tonks and Ginny looked at each other proudly.

"I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful bride," Molly Weasely said tearfully as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Sephy beamed at Molly's words as she straightened out her skirts self-consciously. Today was it – the big day. She would finally be married to Harry, the person who she'd been going out with for years. Harry and she had started to train to become aurors in their fifth year in order to prepare them for the inevitable war with Voldermort, and now, at 18, she was getting married. They had plenty of discouragement from friends and family saying they were too young, but they agreed that no matter how young they were, they wanted to be together forever.

"I love her with all my heart, and me being a few years older will not change those feelings in any way, so why not let me marry her now?" Harry asked Sirius and Remus, as they tried to talk him out of it. "I want her to be mine, in a world where everything is in chaos and where we may not even survive. I want to love her and cherish her, in case I never have the chance to."

He was referring to his fight with Voldermort – it was pending, and he knew he may never come out of it alive.

"It's time," Ginny squealed, excited, and Sephy managed a shaky smile. She stood up as they headed towards the church doors. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, and her hands were sweating profusely. Remus and Sirius were both waiting for her outside the doors, as one was her father, and the other was as good as. They both beamed with pride as they saw how beautiful she looked, and the look of happiness on her face filled them with happiness.

"Ready?" Remus asked, while Sirius looked more nervous then the bride herself. Sephy nodded, smiling, and took each of their arms in her own, holding the large bouquet of white flowers out in front of her. She held her breath, as both men shot her reassuring smiles at her, and they slowly made their way forward as the doors opened.

Harry could hardly keep his mouth closed when he saw how stunning she looked, and she was all his. He grinned instead, as she took in his handsome black suit, and a white rose tucked in the pocket. The perfect couple – both good looking, both brave (foolish Gryffindor bravery!), and both in love. Nothing could ever go wrong.

Sephora finally arrived at the front of the church, Dumbledore standing there with a twinkle in his eye, and a serene look on his face. Ron, the best man, grinned at Sephora affectionately. Harry smiled at Sephy as he took her hand in his and squeezed it, reassuringly. The welcome occurred without a problem, and finally it was time to take the vows. They turned to each other, love shining in their eyes, and no one had any doubt that they would fulfil all their promises. The vows were said, and the rings were exchanged.

"You may now kiss the bride," Dumbledore announced happily, and Sephy swore that he would be jumping up and down and clapping his hands in glee if he had less self control. Harry smiled at this, and moved his lips closer to hers. Their lips were about to touch when the church doors swung open. A distraught looking Kingsley Shacklebolt ran in, clutching an injury on his abdomen.

"Death Eaters – attacking Hogwarts – need to….get together….and fight. It's the final battle. The war is upon us…"

And with this, he collapsed, leaving everyone in the church in shocked silence.

I know this may not look like a Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy story yet, but be patient, the next chapter will be much better!