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Remus stared into the mirror and pulled a brush through his hair again.
"You shouldn't be doing this." He ignored the voice from behind him, and tied his hair up. "Why are you?"
"She loves me," Remus whispered.
"But you don't love her."
"So what am I meant to do?" Remus turned angrily. "Wait around, moping over you? This way I get happiness."
He was talking to a portrait, a portrait of a young man with short black hair and stormy grey eyes. "What happiness? You'll be lying."
Remus turned away. "All relationships are lies."
"Ours wasn't."
"Sirius… it's my wedding day. Please…"
"You shouldn't be doing this."
Remus rested his forehead on the mirror and shut his eyes. "She reminds me of you at that age. She laughs all the time. She wants to save the world from Voldemort. She isn't afraid of death."
"But she isn't me. Even though she is part of my family."
Remus shook his head at the painting's tone. "Even as a portrait you're a pillock."
"Marrying her today would be a lie. A lie about her, a lie about you and a lie about us."
"There is no us, Siri."
The portrait instantly became agitated. "No us? Marriage is supposed to be forever."
"The vow is 'till death do us part'. You're dead, so there is no marriage between us anymore. In any case, we were the only ones who knew about it."
"So what? That makes it less real?"
"No." Remus walked across to the portrait and placed his hand on it. The painted Sirius put his smaller hand against Remus'. "I will always, always love you. I could never love anyone but you. But Tonks loves me. This will make her happy, and we need that right now." Remus touched his heart with his free hand. "In here, I'll always be married to you and you alone." Silent tears were flowing down both their faces. Remus turned away. "Time to get married."
In the silent room the portrait stared at the door. "I'll always love you Rem. Always."
People who review go to reviewer heaven, where they eat chocolate cheesecake, sausages and waffles. And play with cute babies who never cry. And point and laugh at flamers. And watch constant reruns of MASH and the A Team. Oh yeah, and Siri is still alive.