James:
James was sitting in Dumbledore's office for the first time since Hogwarts. Still, the same sense of boredom filled him just as it did years ago.
"...So, in that way we can keep you and your family safe from Voldermort. It's just an idea, but all the same." Dumbledore said, hands clasped together. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. A very peculiar looking man walked in. "Ah, hello there Alastor. Have you met Mr Potter?" Dumbledore motioned to James.
"I haven't had the pleasure yet, though Minerva tells me that he was a demon as a school boy." He stretched out a hand, which James shook politely.
"You know, you should talk to Mr Moody about your career ambitions, James. He has high hopes of going far in the ministry, possibly even becoming a top Auror. " Dumbledore said at the confused look on Moody's face.
"Aha. Well, it's a tough job, boy. Think you can handle it?" Alastor said roughly.
"I think so. Just tell me, do all Aurors get that many scars?"
"Not all of them. You've got a rather nice one yourself there." Moody said, pointing at James's face. He instinctively raised a hand to touch the scar. As James thought about how he'd got it, he heard Dumbledore chuckle.
The hard part was over. He'd gotten through the first round and was still living. Now he just had to survive the night and everything would be fine.
"Oi, James? Did you tell Peter to keep Sirius away from the bar before 10 o'clock at night?"
"Yeah..."
"I think he's failed." Frank Longbottom said to him. He was wearing his best dress robes, which to be honest didn't look too good.
"Ah. We might just have a problem then..." James muttered. He ran past the many elderly relatives and the young school friends towards the man in the grey dress robes.
"Moony, you might have to take over best man speech duty..."
"Sirius has been drinking, I take it?"
"Yeah. Don't know where Peter is though. And- oh my god, my grandmother is dancing with Dumbledore!"
"Well go and distract her then!" Moony hissed. James calmly walked over to his Nan.
"Nan, why don't you come over here...?" James grabbed her arm.
"Oh, but I was dancing with this lovely young gentleman!" His Nan gave Dumbledore a cheeky smile, which he returned.
Oh dear god, the images just get worseJames thought to himself.
"Well don't you want to meet...?" James looked desperately around the room. "Um...how about Frank? Why don't you come and meet Frank..." He began to steer her towards one of his saner friends.
"What about the bride's family? Can I not meet them?" James and Dumbledore exchanged worried glances.
"Okay...just don't mention anything about the magical world to the sister."
"Why ever not? Is she like those old witch hunters from the 17th century? Did I ever tell you about my Great-Great Uncle, Howard the Strange? He used to try and get caught just so he could escape..."
"That's nice Nan. Now, why don't you meet Mr and Mrs Evans?" He walked her over to the red headed woman and the mousy haired man.
"Hello there, dears. I must say, your daughter looks beautiful!"
"Why thank you, Mrs Potter! I do like your dress! Such...vibrance!" Mrs Evans said uncertainly. James's Nan was wearing a bright pink set of dress robes with yellow frills around the collar.
"Well, James wanted me to opt with a plain blue set, but of course fashion prevailed!" She span around.
"James has told us that-" Suddenly there was a loud shout from the buffet area.
"I told you not to come here, Sev!"
"I just wanted you to know that you're making a big mistake..."
"No! I love James. You just waltz in here, hoping that you can play the big hero."
"You know that we have something..."
The crowd was silent. The arguing pair seemed to be unaware of the silence and the black haired man who was storming across to them.
"No we don't! We never did!"
"And now we won't have the chance to see if we could have!"
"We wouldn't have anyway. Look at who you're hanging about with now! Malfoy, The Lestranges, Avery...you and I both know what they all are!" Lily looked furious, and her hair looked like the burning fires of hell.
"What the hell is going on here?" James shouted. "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing here?"
"I just wanted to tell the...ah...blushing bride what a mistake she was making. Obviously, I am too late." Severus Snape's sneering face looked at James's.
"Severus, what have I told you about coming here? I, James and Lily have all expressed out opinions, and you know that you are not invited here." Dumbledore glared at Severus.
"Fine!" He snarled. "I'll go. But just remem..." Suddenly a fist appeared out of nowhere.
"Thought you'd make a guest appearance, did you? Sorry mate, but we've already hired entertainment for the night. Although I don't see why we can't have a second act: Snivellus! Watch as his hair magically turns green!" A slurred voice said.
"Siri, you're going to make things worse..."
"Nah, I'm not! Besides, grease ball is here, how can it get any worse?"
"Stop it, please mate..." James begged. Snape got back up and drew his wand.
"CRUCIO!"Sirius writhed in pain, and a blur ran past him.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" The man yelled. The wand flew out of Snape's hand, landing in a fountain. He sniggered.
"How did I know that you'd be over here in a flash to defend your poor Sirius?"
"Shut up, you filthy rotten bastard." Remus said through gritted teeth.
"Awww, having a lovers tiff?" Snape sneered. "I think you're well suited, the little wolf and his mutt."
Suddenly there was flashes of light and fists everywhere as the three men fought.
"STOP IT!" Lily wailed. Her husband put an arm around her.
"GET OFF THEM!"
"SEVERUS, NO!"
"I THINK HE'S REALLY BADLY HURT!"
"SOMEONE STOP THEM!"
Dumbledore entered the fray, dragging the three men apart. Snape hardly had a mark on him; spare a bruise on his cheek. Remus had a large burn across his shoulder from one of Snape's spells. But it was Sirius who had came off worst. He had a deep cut on his chest, a black eye and his mouth was bloody. Remus took him into his arms.
"Leave here, now. Do not contact James or Lily." Dumbledore said, fire burning in his eyes. Snape walked out of the door, frighteningly calm.
"I told you, Lily. This is what you get for messing around with...with...freaks." Petunia hissed at her older sister.
"We are not freaks. If you don't like our kind, you can follow him out of the door." James said.
"But that would ruin all the fun!" Petunia pouted. She may be a fifteen year old muggle girl, but James's urge to hit her was as strong as had she been Voldermort himself.
"You may be a conniving little bitch, but damn you if you ruin this wedding." James muttered with pure hate.
He seemed to have struck a nerve, as the bony teenager smashed a Butterbeer bottle on the table and shoved it into James's face.
"JAMES!" He heard Lily shriek. The crowd erupted into hysterics as the Groom's face was being torn apart. James could feel the girl being dragged off him by a huge pair of hands.
"Gerrof him, yer stupid girl!" Hagrid bellowed. James felt a warm hand touch his face, and then a spell being muttered. His face suddenly seemed to feel a lot better, and he couldn't feel the hot, sticky texture of blood on his face anymore. He opened his eyes to see his very own bride leaning over him with her wand out. Petunia was being shouted at by Mr and Mrs Evans. Remus was still tending to Sirius.
"They'll probably be some bad scarring, but you'll be fine." Lily hushed.
"Can we just go on honeymoon now?" He pleaded.
"Well, your best man still needs to make his speech." Lily smiled.
"I think I might leave that in the hands of Remus. Although, he looks a bit preoccupied. Maybe Peter?" James mused. "Where is he anyway?"
"Oh, I saw him chatting up Hestia Jones. He'll be fine." Lily said.
"Peter's flirting, Remus got into a fight and your 15 year old sister just beat the crap out of me. I honestly think the world has turned upside down."