Moria sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, only smacked on the hand by her aunt, yelping softly.

"Will you STOP doing that?"

"Why does it make a difference if I stop? I'm not doing anything special to my hair." Moria retorted angrily as she shook her hand to relieve the slight sting. Madge sighed.

"Why did you have to be a tomboy?"

"Because this is me." Moria joked earning another light smack, this time to the head. "Ow!"

"Keep it up." Madge warned and Moria grumbled, crossing her arms. Madge smiled.

"You are so much like your father. He hated sitting down and getting ready for anything too." Madge remarked. "You should have seen him when Martin was getting married for the first time, it looked like he was going to be shot." She explained with a laugh. Moria smiled slightly. It was bittersweet that neither of her parents was there to witness this, at least not physically. She knew they were there spiritually, but still she didn't have them here.

Madge sighed, patting Moria's right shoulder. It would have been a shock to say the least when Moria had come to visit, Sirius in tow, her left arm bandaged as though she had gotten into an accident. Rage followed when she found out what had happened. And even though she had gotten the scar on her arm, she was grateful that here she was, alive…getting married.

"I remember that there was a time where you said you were never getting marries." Madge commented and Moria offered a chuckle.

"I was eight." Moria argued softly.

"Still, you had such little interest in boys." Madge commented as she pulled some Moria's hair back, clipping it there with a simple barrette, and offered a beam. "You're beautiful honey…he's going to fall in love with you all over again." Madge teased and Moria's face became a deep red.

"Thanks. Aunt Madge?" Moria said looking up at her aunt.

"Hm?"

"Thanks…for everything." Moria said and the older woman glanced down, observing her niece. Madge had a feeling this was more than just a thank you for helping with the dress and everything else.

"Sweetie…we're family. We're always there for you." Madge said sitting down next to her niece. Moria glanced down, thumbing the fabric of the dress.

"I know that. It's just that when I was younger…and every now and then, I felt like I burdened you and the others."

"Never Moria." Madge said shaking her head with a slight smile. This girl. A carbon copy of her father…even in beliefs.

"But you, Uncle Mitch, Uncle Monroe, and Uncle Martin all had lives before you took me in after Malcolm. And then I felt like you just dropped everything to be with me." Moria said, embarrassed. Madge tsked and forced Moria to look at her.

"Sweetheart. We love you. You were never a burden to us. The only one who thought you were a burden was Malcolm, and that bastard didn't deserve to have such an angel for niece." Madge said and Moria blinked, then smiled gratefully. Madge kissed her forehead gingerly and then made Moria stand and dragged her over to a mirror.

"See, you're such a beautiful woman." Madge gushed, causing Moria's face to turn bright red.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had looked so…girly.

The crème-colored dress reached her knees, and it was simple, no elaborate beadings or extreme plunges, the only thing interrupting the dress was the dark tan sash right above her stomach. It was darker at the end, but to Moria it seemed fine. She was wearing a white sweater over her shoulders, the length of the sleeves covering the majority of her scar. Thankfully she had managed to convince Madge to just wear a pair of flats. She wasn't wearing the necklace Sirius had given her, at least for this occasion as Madge had rejected it, instead wearing something Grandma Prescott, and her mother had worn: a light gold chain with a blue charm in the front. Nervously, she twiddled the necklace as she looked at her aunt.

"So…how pissed off do you think people will be when they figure out I'm pregnant?"

"I doubt it will be awful. I'm pretty sure that your uncles, William, and Jacob figured it out that you and Sirius actually have sex. Being pregnant isn't that far away from that."

"Gee thanks for that." Moria commented dryly and Madge chuckled.

"Points for me for making you look so cute and making a tan dress look like it fits a winter wedding." Madge cheered. Moria rolled her eyes.

"Only you, Aunt Madge, would be worried about a dress and how it looks in comparison to the weather." Moria joked and once again got lightly tapped in the back of the head.

"Ah I see you decided to forgo the whole tie idea." Lily joked as she entered the room that Sirius was in. Sirius glared at her standing up. His cutaway morning coat was solid black, reaching the end of his upper thigh. The ends had tapered off on his mid-thigh separating at his waist, a dark gold edged on the hem and opening seams of the jacket, before splitting off to his neckline which reached up, ending several inches below his chin. A matching red ascot tie covered the front of his neck.

"You know, teasing won't get you very far Lily." Sirius grumbled.

"Ohh..snappy. Someone's nervous." Lily teased, smiling as James came up, Harry snug in his arms. Harry babbled loudly stretching towards his mother. Lily smiled and retrieved her son from James. Harry cooed, nuzzling her.

"I am NOT nervous." Sirius retorted, huffing slightly like a little kid. Lily smiled glancing at James who offered a slight eye roll. Sirius was completely nervous.

"Anyway, Dumbledore's here."

"Yeah…remind me again why you asked our old Headmaster to marry you two?" James asked. Sirius glared but still had a smile on his face.

"Dumbledore is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot – he has authorization to perform binding ceremonies." Sirius said. "Besides…I don't really want some muggle priest giving Moria weird looks because of her arm." He added. He had seen enough of that when they would go out. They would look at her arm as though it had been amputated, point, whisper to one another, and then stare at him, probably thinking he was the one that had done that to her. He still remembered several drunks who had commented that she must have liked it rough; it taken all his willpower and Moria stepping in-between him and the men to not hex them to bits.

"True." Lily stated, apparently having seen the same thing when she and Moria would go out.

"Well. Moria has something to brag about." James declared, deciding that now was the time to change the subject. The two adults looked at him.

"And that is?"

"She managed to snag the Wizarding World's most elusive bachelor and wrap him around her finger." James teased, earning a dark glare from Sirius and a laugh from Lily.

Moria let out a loud huff as she sat upstairs in the Potter's residence, trying to convince herself she wasn't nervous. Why would she be? She hadn't been nervous earlier. She was marrying Sirius in just a few minutes. So what possible reason could she have to be nervous now? Maybe because of the fact that it was one of the most important days of her life…

"You're not nervous." she told herself one more time.

Still, it was odd–really odd–to think she was getting married to Sirius in just a few minutes. It was sort of like a dream. A really elaborate dream, but a dream nonetheless…nonetheless it was reality. Moria took a deep breath and looked herself in the mirror, turning when she spotted Lily in the reflection.

"You're wearing lipstick."

"You do know I've worn lipstick before, right?" Moria commented dryly.

"Not a lot times." Lily remarked, walking over to her, looking at friend's dress with a soft smile

"I think this is the first time I've seen you in such a girly dress." Lily stated and Moria rolled her eyes.

"Really? I didn't know that." Moria said, sarcastically. Lily sighed as though she was annoyed but Moria knew better.

"Let's go Moria. Time to get you hitched." Lily said, grabbing her hand and dragging her out.

She felt Lily's hand leaving hers when they reached the doorway and, from that point on, everything was sort of a blur. All she could see from the moment she stepped into the room was Sirius as if there was nobody else in the room, and, slowly, every bit of nerves she had been feeling before turned into nothing.

His smile was directed to Moria as she took slow steps to him and she smiled back. His hand stretched to hers when she reached him and she took it willingly.

Dumbledore started the ceremony but Moria barely heard anything he said - she knew it all by heart and the yes's and I do's came out instinctively. She really wanted to tell the headmaster to hurry up and just say the words 'I declare you husband and wife'. Her hands clung to Sirius's as she looked at him and she gripped them further when, she finally heard the last part.

"Because Sirius and Moria have desired each other in marriage, and have witnessed this before our gathering, affirming their acceptance of the responsibilities of such a union, and have pledged their love and faith to each other, sealing their vows in the giving and receiving of rings, I do proclaim that they are husband and wife in the sight of the Wizarding world. Let all people here and everywhere recognize and respect this union, now and forever," Dumbledore said right before turning to Sirius. "Feel free to kiss the bride."

His hands finally left hers and, with a sigh, he touched her face in a soft caress and brought her closer, joining their lips. Their first kiss as a married couple felt just like any other, still, different at the same time. It was so hard to define it – Moria concluded that maybe she would be able to do it after a while. They were sealing it – from that moment on he was hers and she was his. Now, officially.

They broke apart after what seemed years and Moria looked him in the eyes. "We're finally married, Mr. Black." she whispered with a slight grin.

Sirius gave her the brightest smile she had ever seen on his face. "I think we finally are, Mrs. Black." And they kissed one more time, ignoring a pretend gagging sound from James before he got smacked upside the head by Lily amidst the clapping.

The reception was—thankfully in Moria's mind—short and sweet. The last remaining occupants were Remus, Geoffrey, Lily, James, and Harry, both children barely awake; Geoffrey was currently sucking on his fingers, his head resting on Remus's shoulder with his eyes partially open, and likewise Harry was also resting his tiny head in the crook of Lily's neck, though he was completely out.

"Looks like all the excitement wore both of them out." Lily stated softly, rubbing her son's back. Sirius noted that James pumped the air silently, apparently happy that Harry would probably be out for the entire night. Remus glanced at his friend in amusement as did Sirius, who looked at James and grinned.

"Glad we could help with a quiet night, Mate." Sirius said teasing. Lily glanced at her husband who seemed to be interested in his cuffs all of a sudden and rolled her eyes.

"Well, have fun Padfoot." James joked as they left. Remus let out a small chuckle, following the Potters out and gave the two a look and Moria felt her cheeks turn red as the door closed. Silence ensued for several seconds before she glanced at Sirius, noting he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Without warning he scooped her up into his arms, startling her momentarily.

"Wha-?"

"Come along Mrs. Black. Let us consummate this marriage." He said grinning as her face turned a bright red.

"You know I can walk, right?" she asked and he tsked.

"Of course I do. But I do believe it is muggle tradition to carry the bride the bedroom." He informed and her face turned a deeper red, before sighing and giving a nod.

"Fine Mr. Black. Onward to the bedroom." She teased and could swear she felt him hurry his step, and within a few seconds he had opened the door to the bedroom, enter, before kicking it closed and carrying her to the bed and laying her on it.

"What a pretty dress." He claimed and she laughed.

"I have a feeling that you'll like what's under it a bit m-" She began to joke, but was cut off as he soundly kissed, his hand sliding down under her sweater.

"I like this," she murmured against his mouth. "I really like this."

"Hm? What are you talking about, pretty wife?" he asked her with a smile. She laughed.

"Being married to you," she explained, running her hands over his jaw and securing them in his hair. "I really, really like it."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, before kissing her gently on the mouth. "I'd have to agree with you on that one."

WEDDING...HAD TO USE A REFERENCE SINCE I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A WEDDING XD