I'm terribly, terribly sorry this didn't come out earlier! I just started school and it took a little while to get used to everything; I already have so much homework and studying to do! I think this one's going to be the second-to-last chapter of this story with the next one being - you guessed it - the death of our beloved Prongs and Lily. Thank you all again for your reviews and follows and favourites; you all are amazing and awesome and I love you.
Enjoy! x
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Mr James Charlus Potter
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Miss Lily Marie Evans
request your presence at the celebration of their union.
They have their wedding in the winter, with a light snow covering the ground and all the leaves having fallen off their trees. It's Lily's favourite time of year and James has to admit, it looks tons better than a spring wedding.
It's a small affair with only their closest friends and immediate family attending. The bride is stunning in white, making her pale skin and ginger hair stand out all the more. The groom is adorably awkward in what he dubs his penguin costume, whereas his best man is smugly comfortable in his own suit (let it be known that Sirius Black can pull off anything with ease, even pink miniskirts and tube tops but that's a story for another time...).
James is stunned speechless when Lily walks down the aisle and Sirius discreetly collects his winnings from grudging Moonys and Wormtails with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. The soon-to-be husband stumbles through his vows, losing himself in those familiar eyes like emeralds and flushes an embarrassed pink when his better half states her own clearly and without distraction (but she is better than him at just about everything so James tells himself he shouldn't be all too surprised).
They both finish the ceremony with their I dos and share a sweet kiss as everyone claps and cheers for them. The reception is small, just like the wedding and Sirius makes a dirty, innuendo-filled (sweet, unforgettable, hilarious) speech. Alice Longbottom née Prewett, Lily's matron of honour, does her part equally as well (much to the happy couple's chagrin) and shares funny (humiliating) stories of James' futile chase after his feisty now-wife and Lily's boundless irritation at her poor now-husband.
James recalled that the night went smoothly and okay okay okay, maybe it didn't cause he didn't actually retain much memory of the wedding, nor the reception because all he could think of was just Lily and green eyes and Lily and fire and I do and getting bloody drunk on happiness (he thinks this will be his new memory and knows that his Patronus will be stronger than ever).
He remembers it was like a dream, like he was floating on cloud nine, like something went how he'd planned (not that he wasn't happy when things hadn't gone as planned in the past cause come on; Lily was the best thing that ever happened to him).
They collapse in bed late well after midnight, joking and laughing and kissing and Merlin, everything's perfect. James and Lily are content, they are passionate and they are together (which is a lot more than they could ever dream of asking for).
Mere weeks after the wedding, the young couple decides to move into Godric's Hollow (you can take a Gryffindor out of the House, but you can't take the House out of a Gryffindor; lions' pride and all that), to a lovely, cosy cottage that's large enough to feel official but small enough to radiate warmth and the sense of home.
The Marauders are regular visitors to the Potter residence, so much that James is actually shocked when Padfoot isn't around in the morning after he's had a bout of fierce lovemaking with Lily, with plenty of quips and wisecracks about Prongs and his Lilyflower already on the tip of the filthy dog's tongue; or when Wormy doesn't magically appear on their couch every few days, snoring his little heart out; and even when Moony isn't there for dinner, scarfing down his wife's really really really good food (and her even-better cakes) and practically eating them out of house and home.
The couple doesn't ever tell the mooching (lovable) idiots, but they don't really mind, it just makes the small cottage seem all the warmer. They have a feeling that the Marauders already know that though; they're family after all.
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Thank you thank you thank you for reading and giving me your reviews! Constructive criticism welcome as ever and I hope to hear from all of you lovely people! :)
Last one'll be out soon, I should think! x