Oh, all the stories I have to tell… I actually have a list jotted down! Excuse me while I close my eyes and select a topic at random…. Alright! My youngest aunt's wedding it is.

I had been three at the time, so I remember it very vaguely, but I've watched the videos my family kept of it multiple times. Daddy is the second youngest out of my grandparents' six kids, his only younger sibling being his sister Alexandra. Even though she was still young- 25 years old- we didn't expect her to end up married, seeing as the man she loved so much ended up leaving her "for her own protection" (he came from a big line of Dark wizards, and they were all after him). Even if he and his relatives had a peachy relationship, that wouldn't change the fact that Grandpa refused to let a vampire marry his youngest daughter.

Well… Leon Dimanche was sort of a vampire. He hadn't been bitten- just scratched by a vampire's tooth- so he only had some vampire-like traits. That being said… So little of his system had been infected by the vampire DNA that Grandpa, who was both a Healer and Muggle doctor, was able to extract it once he got back together with my Aunt Alex. Now everything's wonderful with them, so Leon felt totally comfortable getting on one knee and asking to be Aunt Alex's husband!

To honor the groom's heritage, the wedding took place in France, with a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower in the background. I don't remember much about the scenery, but I know it was remarkable. Same with the guest list, although that I remember. For now, these people will just be names to you, but they'll fall into play eventually: My Aunt Raye with her husband Scorpius Malfoy and their twin daughters Lucia and Lucina; Aunt Raye's twin brother, Uncle Raito, with his wife Presilla and son Jasper; my Uncle Austin with his wife Radha and their sons Sai and Thomas; Aunt Kathy with Marie, Edwin, Claire, and Uncle James; naturally Papa, Daddy, and I; Grandma's mum and dad; Grandpa's brother with his wife Catherin, son Sam accompanied by his wife Charlotte, plus daughter Kaitlin with her son Danny; Catherin's twin Caitlyn with her husband Michael Corner and kids Justin and Kiersten; Justin's wife Madison plus their daughter Jordin and triplet sons (Colten, Brandon, and Ivan); Grandpa's sister with her husband Colin Creevey and adopted son Dennis. Big family, right? There were also some of Aunt Alex's friends and (soon to be Uncle) Leon's coworkers. As tragic as it is, apparently Leon's entire family were either dead or in jail.

Aunt Alex looked absolutely gorgeous. Her makeup was done so as not to make its presence too obvious, while at the same time giving her face a stunning highlight. Her dark brown hair with lighter brown tips had been thoroughly combed and tied into an elegant braid under her translucent veil. The dress, of course, completed the look. Pure white in color, it was both strapless and open back with minuscule pinkish pearls lining the hem above her chest. The dress's tail rippled a good two feet behind her. Anyone would widen their eyes or catch their breath at the sight of her.

Although, I looked pretty adorable myself. My long hair had been pulled into two braids, like two miniature blonde duplicates of Aunt Alex's. The dress I wore was quite something, consisting of all ruffles with each one different color (orange, yellow, pink, blue, green; orange, yellow, pink, blue, green; and so on). My chubbiness (Daddy and Papa quite spoiled me, it took me until I was about 9 to start thinning out) was barely noticeable in my eye-catching getup. The white pantyhose and shiny black shoes with flowers on the buckles just completed the look.

"Oh my goodness. This is just about the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen in my life!" Papa breathed overdramatically, scooping me into his strong arms while I giggled. He ran a hand gingerly over my head and kissed my nose. "Now do you know how to do your job, missy?"

I nodded assertively. "Yes! I spwinkle dese fwowers," I held up a golden basket containing numerous flower petals of quite a variety, "all ova da fwoor when me walks down de aisle up to mista Weon!" I confirmed.

Daddy poked my cheek affectionately, his other hand on Papa's shoulder. "Perfect. Are you ready, honeybunches?"

I nodded perhaps overenthusiastically- I can't help but wonder if my bursts optimism partook in my current, er… dottiness. Well, no matter! Firmly grasping the basket in both of my pudgy little hands, I skipped off toward my destination.

The sight of all the eyes that were simultaneously turning toward me made me stop dead and utter a tiny gasp. However, quickly realizing I recognized so many people, I regained my bright smile and clenched flower petals in my fist. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as if I was preparing to run for the Olympics before springing forward to proceed to my destination. I tossed the colorful petals here and there with the most gleeful expression on my face. Surely a three year old girl couldn't feel more alive.

"You did très bien, little one," Leon whispered to me out of the corner of his mouth. Gently swinging my basket in front of me, I giggled both because I found his smooth French accent comical and I was just plain giddy.

Soon afterwards, Aunt Alex was present on stage too. An old man with a big book droned on about stuff during which I'm pretty sure I fell asleep standing up. My round hazel eyes blinked open, though, to see my aunt wrap her arms around the golden-brown haired French man's neck, and the couple was kissing passionately.

So Leon Dimanche was officially my uncle now.

The rest of the wedding wasn't nearly as dull as those few minutes of speeches had been. Food from three cultures was served: Japanese to honor Grandpa's dead father, British to honor the rest of Daddy's family, and French to honor Leon- Uncle Leon, that is. Besides the 5-layer intricately decorated wedding cake, there was such a wide variety of the gourmet appetizers and dishes that I was unable to sample it all as I desired to. Not that I had much time to sit down and eat, since just about everyone wished to hold my pudgy little self on their lap at least once. See, I was then one of the two "babies" of the family, and unlike Claire (the other "baby"), I didn't bite people.

The music surrounding us eventually faded out and a slow song started up. Wiping cake off of each other's faces with lace napkins, Uncle Leon and Aunt Alex linked their gloved hands and strode out onto the floor. Without losing eye contact for even a second, they wrapped their arms around one another and stepped in time to some dance that had to have been choreographed. Well, maybe not: they love each other so much that I bet their minds are at least somewhat in sync.

About halfway through the song, all the other couples joined the newlyweds on the dance floor. How odd it looked, with all the men in casual tuxes partnered with women in lovely dresses, and then in the midst of them all Daddy and Papa in the same ensemble just in different colors… I'm sure if you looked beyond skin deep, though, you'd see that the love burning inside of them matched all the other couples'.

That mushy song soon came to an end and some peppier music came on. Aunt Alex had a cheesy little dance lasting about 20 seconds with all three of her brothers, plus did the same thing for a bit more than 10 seconds each with Papa, Uncle James, and Uncle Scorpius. There was another slower, more touching song during which Aunt Alex danced with a teary Grandpa. It was so sweet and awkward that you just had to laugh at it. Amidst one of my giggling fits, I felt someone tugging on my hand and opened my eyes to see it was Claire. We both trotted out onto the floor and frolicked around among all the adults. I fell on my butt a lot, but it was totally worth it.

I don't even remember falling asleep. Maybe it was after my third slice of cake, or maybe it was while Daddy held me in his arms and rocked me gently to some soothing music provided by Uncle Leon's prized violin. Either way, when I woke up I was curled up on a couch at home, sucking my thumb with my head in Papa's lap. "Well hi there, Sleeping Beauty," Papa murmured under the hum of the TV. Blinking and putting on a sleepy smile, I sat up.

"It's late, munchkin. You belong in bed," Daddy indicated from my other side while running gentle fingers over my hair. Without waiting for me to formulate a response, he lifted me into his arms. He carried me down the hall into my bedroom with Papa trailing close behind.

"When I get big, I wanta look as pwetty as Aunt Alex at my wedding," I yawned with half closed eyes as my parents tucked me in.

"As pretty as Aunt Alex? No, sweetheart, you'll look even more beautiful," Daddy crooned before kissing me on the forehead. Smiling gently, I nodded off into dreamland before I could even hear my dads say "good night" to me. I dreamt that I was in a princess-like gown, spinning around a room identical to the one Aunt Alex got married in. I was wearing a veil and everything, and my family was there to see me get married…

I hope your dreams don't have meanings when you're 3 years old, because in that particular one, my groom was nothing but thin air.