Fireworks

Remember, Remember the 5th of November

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot…

(Anonymous Folk Poem commemorating Gunpowder plot.)

A/N: I was sitting at my computer wondering if writers block was EVER going to leave me when I looked out my window. Because of Diwali loads of fireworks were going off. Hey presto I was inspired!

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James and Lily's Wedding

We sat there on the balcony off the venue as they set off the fireworks. The wedding had been beautiful and magical and surreal. My dress was pure oyster satin and emphasised my curves subtly and classily.

The vows were traditional Catholic ones because we didn't have strong feelings and it was what my Irish grandma wanted. I was glad that we decided on a Church service-it was breathtaking. They lit everything up with candles and the children's choir brought tears to my eyes. We had quite a musical wedding. The band made me laugh. Though they played the traditional bridal march as I walked up the aisle, they made my mum giggle with a rendition of 'brown-eyed girl' as she came in before us slightly. When Sirius made his first toast (to the ministry) and knocked back the champagne the band complimented us with the Beatles 'With a Little Help From my Friends'. All the music was a mix of Muggle and Wizard to please everyone

The food was absolutely magnificent; French, Italian and Spanish cuisines filled our plates. James made a speech and my father had made a toast and even I had said a little something thanking everyone for coming from near and far. Sirius spoke his best-man speech, making us all laugh. Perhaps we had had a touch too much to drink, or maybe we were just drunk or pure happiness-either way every word was hilarious, every anecdote rip-roaringly funny.

Then we had danced and danced and danced. There were ballroom dances, salsa dances, slow dances, fast dances and I must admit we all really let ourselves go. I wanted to do nothing but dance with James in this gorgeous hall full of all of our people. There were James' gang from school- Sirius, Remus and that little one…Peter. Since we only left school two years ago we were still in touch with all the people we wanted to be in touch with like Alice and Frank, also a few of our favourite teachers like Dumbledore, McGonagall and of course Hagrid. Most of the Order was there too and people whom we just knew from a long time ago. Some of our parents friends were there of course and distant relatives. Everyone so happy for us…all but Petunia.

When James saw me looking sadly at her sitting there obstinately with that troll Vernon and my eyes so full of forgotten promises and shared moments he took my face and manipulated it into looking at him.

"Don't be sad today my Lily-flower. Today is a new start. You did the best you could. Hopefully she'll want to take this journey with us. If not- we aren't going to force her." And he took my hand because it was a slow dance and led me onto the dance floor.

Since we were getting married in November my mother had arranged for a firework display to cool everyone down at the end of the evening, since we were all so hot and sweaty from dancing. It was a very good idea. We sat there on the balcony and midnight had been and gone and there was a bang. Inn fireworks it proclaimed 'JAMES AND LILY FOREVER'. Then more and more fireworks came, bring a tear to my eye. They burst open showing flecks of magic and there was no way to preserve the moment- you had to take it as it came and it was so beautiful. It was incredible. Forget seven years of top quality education. Nothing could prepare me for the magic of my wedding fireworks.

We went home to our first home- a poky little flat above Olivander's and the magic stayed with me forever. A stunning day, a stunning display of beauty.

I stared at myself in the little wall mirror and played with my reflection wondering if you could tell I was a married woman. I wasn't sure. I brought my hand up to my face and looked at my golden ring in the mirror.

I felt someone tap me on the back. I turned around and smiled at him. He beckoned me up to him as though he wanted to say a secret. I brought my face right up to his and he raised his eyebrows cutely and kissed me. And there were fireworks.