Author's Note: Because my amazing beta, Peter, has been a little speed demon lately, you get this chapter a day early! As an incentive to hear from some of you as well, anyone who reviews will be sent the outtake of Remus proposal to Tonks as a thank you for reviewing, I admit that I am not above bribery! Songs for this chapter are: "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven and "Simple Gifts" which is an old Shaker tune, but my favorite rendition is by Yo Yo Ma and Alison Krauss. As always, I don't own Harry Potter, and no copyright infringement is intended by the use of the characters. Enjoy and let me hear from you, please...Mutt

Chapter 37:

Normalcy

Anwen POV:

"Ew, you don't want that one, it's got some sort of a curse on it," I told Remus, and he immediately dropped the emerald and onyx ring back into the box. He picked up another one.

"What about this one?" he asked and I looked up at it and hoped to high heaven that he was joking. "That is ugly with a capital Ug!" I told him, looking at the ring which resembled two serpents twined together, holding an ostentatious diamond between them. "Anyway, I don't think she's real proud of the family history."

"Nope. There are few relatives that she's willing to admit to sharing a family tree with; Sirius, you, the kids, her Mum, and a couple of other people – most of whom she only knows by name because they're dead," Remus teased and we continued to rummage through the cases. I found something that I actually liked, and pulled it aside to take with me. After much searching, Remus pulled a ring from the bottom of a very aged case, and held it up for me to see. "What do you think of this one?"

"It's perfect, and it's curs– free, although there is magic in it," I told hum, and he made a face at me. "It's not bad magic, but it's there; sort of like the watch I gave Sirius. If you're worried, have James look at it, he's better with such things anyway; but it's the right ring," I told him, trying to suppress my smile. It was a delicate ring, but clearly well crafted, of bands of fine platinum that wove together, with a brilliant pale blue diamond.

"I wonder if I should buy her something instead. A ring that is hers alone. I have some money," he started.

"No, this is the perfect ring. As for not spending any money on it, all of this is just sitting here; we were thinking about liquidating some of it anyway, having it taken apart and melted down, this is a much better use for it. Remus, of all of us, I understand how you feel about taking things, but in this case, it makes perfect sense. This is the ring you need to give Tonks. Please, take it. If you don't want to tell her where it came from, you don't have to. Look what I found in our ransacking," I told him, reaching over for the velvet case and picking it up. "What do you think of these?"

"Anwen, they'll look perfect on you. They'll reflect the light and contrast against your hair," he told me, and I could feel myself biting my lip.

"They're not for me actually. I want to give them to Hermione. Her seventeenth birthday is in September, and Lily and I were talking a few days ago about how we should give her a proper birthday party before school begins. Her family won't know to celebrate this birthday, they barely know how to treat her and her remarkable talents as a witch, so Lil and I will make sure that she is properly honored," I told him, my hand tracing the stones in the set of hair clips that I had found in the vault. They were silver, but were covered with jewels in an intricate but artistic geometric pattern. From looking at them, I thought that they might have been created in the twenties or thirties, they had a very art deco feel to them. "Don't go being all impressed with me here, Remus. I don't want to hear it," I told him. He had that same stupid look on his face that he always got when he was about to tell me that I was a great person. "If there's nothing else that you need, I think we should be going? Have you given any thought about how you want to ask her?"

"I have. She loves Stonehenge, I thought I could take her at twilight, and propose to her there. We're far enough away from the full moon for me to be out in the moonlight," he told me and I smiled at him.

"It's perfect, and she will remember it forever. Just make sure she's wearing nice clothes, every time I think of Sirius proposing, I remember the polka dot pajamas I was wearing," I told him, putting my hand on his arm. "You know, this is all that I ever wanted for you, happiness. All those years, you were worried about my being happy, and I couldn't figure out how to provide you the same opportunities. You are my best friend, and I hope that I don't have to tell you, that I never would have made it through so much of my life without your strength." I told him quietly. He pulled me into a strong hug.

"I have only done for you what you have always done for me," he told me as I returned the hug. We departed the vault, and headed back upstairs. I quickly discussed some financial matters with Targnof, shuffled some money between accounts, and then we left the bank.

"It's a good thing that they like us so much, Sirius and me, we've moved well over half of our money out of the Wizarding world, and put it into Muggle accounts, just in case we need to get away or go into hiding. If you went by just what's in Gringotts, you'd think the Black family had lost most of its fortune," I told him jokingly, but I often found myself daydreaming or worrying, about where we might be in six months, a year, five years.

I got back to the Manor a short time later, and began preparing lunch. Remus had every intention of asking Tonks as soon as she had the time. I contacted Mad–Eye and asked him to trade shifts with her tonight, and he agreed, thereby clearing up her evening. Even true romance can use a friendly little shove. We've all been waiting quite long enough for this, but most especially Tonks.

Lily had been out all morning visiting a young woman who had been infected during the first war. She was pregnant with her first child, and Lily was visiting often, offering her moral support. James and Sirius had stayed home with all of the little kids this morning – with the help of Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione of course. I didn't want to think on it too long, but I was sure that all four of my small children had probably been up flying with their family this morning. My suspicions were confirmed when Ethan came running in, asking me when lunch would be ready, so that: "Hawwy can show me how to roll over on my broom."

"We're you all flying this morning?" I asked my three year old, but it was his five year old cousin who chimed in.

"Yeah, Aunt Winnie, even Daddy and Uncle Sirius. He was laughing so hard while we were flying, and going so fast, he took all of us up on the broom with him, and we were skimming the trees with our feet," Evan told me, and I looked over the kitchen at my husband, cocking my eyebrow at him.

"Really, all of you were flying that high? Jamie and John too?" Even if he didn't remember that I didn't like having the twins up that high, surely James or one of the girls should have remembered.

"Yeah, you should have heard Jamie crying, she didn't like it at all," Evan told me, plopping himself down on the floor to pet Blackie, who was once again lounging in the sun coming in from the back door.

"Really, Jamie didn't like it, and she was crying?" I tilted my head and looked at Sirius, he just smiled that crooked smile at me. I exhaled, blowing the air upwards so that it lifted the hairs of my fringe off my forehead. Sirius came over toward me, hopping up so that he was sitting on the counter next to where I was working.

"As soon as she started crying I brought her straight down, and she went to Hermione. They stayed on the ground, and picked flowers from the garden," he told me, pointing to the windowsill behind the sink where a rather sloppy bunch of flowers sat in a cup. "I don't know if she'll be a Quidditch player, Win."

I stopped and looked at him, and his use of my nickname. I hadn't heard him use it since the incident a few weeks ago. "You called me Win. You haven't called me Winnie..." I dropped the bread that I was holding as I was in the process of making sandwiches. He hopped down from the counter and came and took me into his arms, his hands holding my hair away from my face.

"I didn't realize that you missed it," he told me, looking me lovingly in the eyes. "You are most definitely my beautiful Winnie," he whispered before he kissed me. A moment later, there was a groan.

"Come on Uncle Sirius, Aunt Winnie, you're old, stop snogging over lunch," Harry complained and we both broke apart laughing. The rest of the teens had followed him in, and with so many hands, we got lunch prepped quickly, and then we sat down to eat. James had come in from the library, where he had been doing some work and Lily had just gotten home. We were eating and conversing, when I looked over at my youngest son. He was very discretely dropping his pear slices onto the floor, where Blackie was picking them up and eating them for him.

"John Sirius Black, do you want to go flying with your cousin after your nap this afternoon?"

"Rughf, nurblyum, orlbo," he said, telling me something in his toddler language, nodding his head with a big smile.

"Mummy, he says that he wants to fly," Ethan said, translating for his little brother. I was often amazed at the way my older two seemed to understand the little two, even if they weren't speaking words.

"Then you need to eat your pears, not drop them on the floor for the dog. Anyway, we have butterscotch oatmeal cookies, which I happen to know are your favorite, but you won't be getting any unless you eat your healthy food first," I told him, and he looked at me with the most puzzled stare. "And your Daddy won't be sneaking you any, either," I said, giving Sirius that look that let him know I meant business. John looked at me again, then thought for a moment, and then picked up a pear from his high chair tray and ate it. "Good boy."

The older kids were talking about school, and how they thought that they had done on their exams. Hermione was particularly concerned with her OWL results. Like there is any chance she didn't do well. We finished up lunch, and a whole gallon of milk, and Sirius and I took the twins up first to get them down for their naps. The Hogwarts kids went back out to the yard, while the older four were allowed to go into the lounge and watch one television show before they had to nap. They enjoyed a show called "Rupert" about a little bear. Once they too were down, Sirius and James went to work on some spell work, including some curse breaking. Lily went to start preparing dinner and I had nothing to do...no laundry, no cleaning, no work for the Ministry, nothing even needed to be dealt with for Harry. I was thrilled that I had a few moments to myself, and headed through the ballroom for my favorite room in the Manor.

I sat down at the piano, and took a deep breath, letting my fingers caress the keys. I started playing the Moonlight Sonata and just closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience of playing and feeling the music move through me. I had forgotten just how relaxing this could be, just making music, feeling it flow through me, not really having to think, just being able to do something. It had been a while since I played, and I kept making fingering mistakes, even though the piece was fairly simple. About two-thirds of the way through, Sirius came and sat down next to me. His hand gently ran up and down my back a few times, and as I finished playing, he slipped it under the thin cotton shirt I was wearing. I shivered at his touch, even though it was anything but cold in the room.

"I could feel that you were at peace, so I wanted to come and find what had made you feel that way," he told me, turning himself sideways on the bench. He gently guided me so that I would do the same, our knees touching, his hands resting on my waist, mine on his thighs. "Then I had this memory, of being in here with you, sitting on this bench, much like we are now," he told me, as he leaned down and started kissing the exposed flesh of my neck and shoulders. "But I also remember you being frightened of something," kiss, "Why were we here?" another kiss, "What had you so scared?" and another.

I took his face between my hands. I knew that this would be coming, living here in the Manor he was liable to remember it sooner rather than later. At least that only leaves the miscarriages that I don't really want to have to talk about, oh, and the crap about his grandfather, but maybe I'll just leave that buried. The only one who knows besides me, is King. I made him stop kissing me, knowing full well that I couldn't concentrate with his lips on me, and had him look at me.

"We'll start this with a question. How much do you remember about your brother?" He looked at me puzzled.

"What does my little brother have to do with this?" he asked, sounding somewhat repulsed, but I didn't say anything. "I know that he didn't like you, and that you had problems with him at school. You had an altercation with him at a Quidditch match, and you punched him, and I know that he's dead. That's about all," he answered. I nodded at him.

"He hated me, I never did figure out why completely, but that's neither here nor there. We did have a fight after a Quidditch match, he called me a whore, I didn't like it. Only time I ever got detention while I was at school – unlike your record, which I think may still stand. Anyway, Regulus joined up with Voldemort while he was still in school," I told him, and his eyes flew open wide.

"My brother was a Death Eater?"

"Yes, and he never actually finished school, so you did better than him there. He was in the inner circle, along with your cousin Bella, her husband Rodolphus and Lucius Malfoy. The four of them attacked me in Hogsmeade in October of my seventh year," I told him quietly. He went to say something, but I put my hand on his mouth. I wasn't looking forward to telling this story, and I just wanted to get it out. I looked past him, staring at the clarinet on the wall behind him, encased in glass. "They set off an explosion at the end of the street, to lure all of you away from me, and then they got me to go down a dark alley, where they attacked me. I had curse burns on my face and torso, and they broke my shoulder so that I couldn't change into my bird form and fly away." I could feel tears at the corners of my eyes, but I didn't want to cry about this, not any more. "Um," I scratched my head absent-mindedly. "They tried to rape me, and they used the Cruciatus on me. But James found me, and you all got me to hospital in time, and I was fine. It took me a while, however, to completely recover, so we lived here, so you could have help taking care of me. We stayed here for months, and the hardest part for me was letting you touch me again. It kept feeling like their hands on me, groping at me," I told him, still not making eye contact. I felt him tense against me, his hands moving away from me.

"My brother did that to you? Why did you stay with me?"

"Because I loved you, I still love you. I might not have recovered if it wasn't for you, the way you took care of me. Sirius, it was a very long time ago. I made my peace with those demons – partly because I put the Lestranges in jail and made life hell for Malfoy," I told him, adding a smile to reinforce my point.

"What about Reg?"

"He was killed by Voldemort not long after that. We found out on Christmas Eve. You were jubilant at the idea that he would never be able to come after me again. The memory that you were having, was of the first time I really let you touch me after the attack. We were sitting on this bench, and you had pulled me so that I was very close to you," I told him, putting my calves up on his thighs, just like we had been that day. "And you had slipped your hands inside of my jumper, caressing my back and sides," Sirius seemed to understand, because as I said it, he mimicked his motions of that day. "and you kissed me, very deeply," I sighed as his lips worked their way from my collarbone back up to mine, "and then you pulled me up onto you like this," I said, positioning myself over him.

I let my hands twine into his hair, and I got lost in the wonder of his tongue dancing with mine. He had become much bolder in his actions with me, and his hands went roaming all over under my shirt. I slid mine down his body, and released his shirt from the waist of his jeans and let my hands do the same. "You know," I whispered, in his ear as his lips assaulted the flesh the v-neck of my tee shirt made available, "I've always had a rather wicked fantasy about a piano, and you, and ..." my breath caught "...use your imagination love," I moaned and he growled in excitement. I raised my hand, sealed the door, silenced the room, and drew the curtains with one wave. "Now, about that fantasy..."

James POV:

"You don't think that they're having sex in there do you?" I asked my wife, we were sitting in the kitchen, and I had seen the curtains in the conservatory close as I was coming back in from the back yard. Harry and his friends were flying around back there, and I wanted to remind them that they had defensive practice with me in a half an hour.

"It's Sirius and Anwen you're asking about. What do you think?" I groaned at them. How the hell do they do it? I mean, they've been married less time than Lily and I, but really, they're still like rabbits. Admittedly, he doesn't remember much of the last years, but, really..." I looked at Lily and she was shaking her head at me. "Love, they've always been this way, and it's only going to be worse for a while, since he's just remembering. She'll clean up in there, I know Anwen too well. Anyway, she loves the piano in there too much to make sure that it isn't well taken care of," my wife told me.

"You know, I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up pregnant again," I told her. I fully expected them to have more kids, Sirius said that he wanted to have his own Quidditch team, and if Jamie's reaction to flying was any indication this morning, she won't be playing when she gets older.

"Funny you should bring up being pregnant," she said, looking down at the table.

"Lil, you, we're not, are we?" I said, barely able to contain my excitement. We had been trying to get pregnant with another baby for a year now. I knew that this was something that she wanted very badly.

"I saw the healer this morning, and I am nearly three months along," she told me, picking up her blouse to show me the obvious bulge to her belly. My hand went to rest on it, and I could swear that I felt something move inside. I looked up at her face and smiled.

"Oh my beautiful Lily, another baby? Really?"

"Really, I'm due on January twenty-fifth." I was so excited, I leaned over and kissed my Lily. I know in my heart it isn't the best time to be having another baby, but I think that we all knew from everything that had happened here lately, there were no promises in life. Sometimes, you just had to live the life you have, right now.

"So, when are we telling everyone?" I was ready to run through the house now.

"I think we should tell Harry first, he might be embarrassed to find out that his parents are still having sex," she told me. Oh, forget that, he must know; and it can't come as a big surprise, he lives with Anwen and Sirius.

"Fine, we'll tell Harry shortly, and then I think that we should invite everyone else over for dessert tonight tell them then. I'll fire call Molly and Arthur, have them tell Charlie and Eira and her parents. Oh, and we should get in touch with Remus and Tonks." I really was happy. We talked a while longer, we both agreed that we didn't care what it was, as long as it was healthy. I would never tell Lil this, but I would love a little girl with red hair and green eyes that looked just like her Mummy. She set about making another batch of cookies, and Anwen emerged and started making a treacle tart. I suggested two for good measure, and she just looked at me, confused.

I fire called Molly and she promised to not only get in touch with Eira, but bring along some fruit pasties that she had made. I got in touch with Remus, but he said that he and Tonks had some plans, but he was sure that they would be over, just a little late. Anwen seemed to jump out of her skin at this turn of events, but she said nothing else, just hummed as she rolled out the pie dough.

I did the lesson with the four Hogwarts kids, and I was pleased with just how far they had come and how skilled they were. We talked some about what happened in the Department of Mysteries, and they all seemed to be dealing with it well, with the exception of Harry, but he and Anwen were working on it. He suggested that we invite Luna and Neville to join them for their defense lessons, and I agreed and promised to contact their families in the morning. The kids awoke from their naps and soon, we were all outside on the deck, playing in the warm summer sun. We had even set up a small Muggle wading pool, and all of the kids changed and frolicked in the water. Lily and I took Harry aside a while later, and told him about the new baby.

"Really, another one. Are you trying to keep up with Uncle Sirius?"

"No, but, we will be even with this baby. Didn't think about that earlier," I confided in him. "Hey, how would you and Ron like to go to a Quidditch match? I know we haven't kept our season tickets for this year, but I think that we should take in a match. Take Uncle Sirius too, he loves watching Quidditch, or he did. Maybe it will help him remember?"

"Dad, I will always go to a match. When does Portree play again?" he asked, and we went to the Lounge to check the Prophet to see the schedule.

"Hey," I said, " turns out that they're playing tomorrow, and they're playing Puddlemere. That was Sirius' favorite team. Why don't I go down there and see if I can get tickets?"

"That's great Dad. Hey, and Oliver Wood plays for their reserve, maybe I can get a chance to say hi to him," he told me, looking quite happy. I apparated down into town, and was able to procure a section of seats for tomorrows game. There would be enough room for anyone who could come. I told Lily and she smiled.

"I'm glad that you're going to have a day out, however, I don't see Hermione wanting to go, she's really not much of a Quidditch fan," she told me, and I remembered that.

"Well, why don't you take her into London to the Art Museum. I know how much she loves that," I suggested, but Anwen came in and heard the end of the conversation.

"Actually, I need to go to Monaco to get some more potion supplies for Remus and Ewan, how about if I take her with me, and we can hit the Museum there. In fact, if we don't go tomorrow, you can come with me Lils, and then we can go shopping too," she suggested. I thought that it was the perfect plan.

Dinner was happy, and we sat out on the porch to eat. As night began to fall, the Weasley family began showing up. Molly looked somewhat happy, though not completely, but Bill and his girlfriend looked thrilled to be near each other. Charlie and Eira were wrapped up in each other as well, and even the Hogwarts kids seemed happy to be around each other. I couldn't help but notice that Harry kept giving Ginny some rather significant looks. Sirius and Anwen were up on their brooms, and Jamie seemed to be much happier to be flying, since she was with her Mummy. Maybe I was wrong about her liking flying. Maybe she just needs her Mummy to teach her. Anwen brought Jamie down, and handed her to Eira, and then challenged Harry to a race. He, of course, took the challenge. He keeps thinking that he can beat her, and he never does. His best shot was back when he was about twelve, now he out weighs her by way too much.

Sirius kissed Anwen, and wished her luck and I acted as referee for the race. We set the turn around point and I started the race. Anwen beat Harry back, and had come to a complete stop and was waiting for him to return, laughing at him. "Silly boy, you will never learn," she teased him. Then Ginny challenged her. This could be a much closer race. Ginny and Anwen are much closer in size, but I think Anwen might be a better flyer. We used the same turn around, and this time, the race was much closer, Anwen only winning by a few feet.

"Ginny, that is some spectacular flying girl. You're amazing up there," Anwen congratulated the younger woman. Lily started getting the pudding out, and Molly had gotten up to help her. Once everyone had some, I stood up on a chair, deciding that it was time to let them know why we really had invited them all over tonight.

"Friends, kids, family, Lily and I are happy to let you know that we are having another baby in January," I said gushing. I got down from the chair, and kissed my wife. Anwen popped up and held Lily tight. I knew that she was aware how badly Lily had wanted this. Others congratulated us, and everyone seemed happy, except for Ron, who just looked puzzled. I asked Ginny what she thought his problem was.

"I think he's just flipped out that you and Mrs. Potter actually kiss, doing more is beyond what his mind can grasp," she told me, flippantly. I couldn't help but laugh. We lounged around for a while longer, eating desserts, and I reveled in being in my friends' company without having a crisis invading our lives. A few weeks ago, all of this was nearly wiped out, and now, Sirius was doing better, Anwen seemed calmer; Lily and I were going to be having a baby. Harry was adjusting, and we were nearly ready to tell him everything. The future was uncertain, but at least right now, we're happy.

Once it was dark, Anwen took the twins up, and put them to bed, and shortly after, she and Lily took the older four up and got them tucked in as well. It wasn't long after they returned that Tonks and Remus came through the floo, both looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary. Anwen actually squealed when she saw them.

"Moony, what's going on?" Sirius asked.

"We're getting married! He FINALLY asked me!" Tonks yelled, and Anwen was up and hugging them before the words were out of her mouth. I don't believe it, he finally got up the nerve to ask her. Thanks to Merlin! The last Marauder bites the dust. Who'd have thunk it. I went and conferred with Anwen, and a moment later, there was fine French champagne as well as sparkling apple juice for my wife, to toast the newly engaged couple. Love those conjuring skills of hers. Brought the wine over from the cellar at Grimmauld without leaving the patio. We were all surprised when Bill Weasley stood up and cleared his throat.

"Remus, sir, I don't mean to steal your thunder here, but I can't keep this to myself any longer," he started, and I saw Molly trying to pull him down. Arthur was reaching for her hand, to pull her away. Ginny and Hermione were looking at each other, rolling their eyes. "I asked Fleur to marry me yesterday, and she said yes. So, it looks like we will be having two weddings in the next year," he said, and another round of congratulations began. Today was really turning out to be a great day.

"It'll be three, Eira and I have set a date for October of next year," Charlie announced, and everyone was clapping. What a great night.

Sirius POV:

It was late when I finally was alone with Winnie upstairs. "Why do I get the feeling that you knew what was going to happen with Moony and Tonks today?"

"Because, I did," she said, scrunching her face together the way she does when she's trying to keep me from getting angry at her for hiding something from me. "Look, he asked me for my help, and wanted it kept secret. I hope you don't mind, but the ring came from the family vault. Before this" she said waving her fingers in front of me, "had happened, we had talked about giving each of them some of the family heirlooms," she was rambling again. I silenced her with a kiss.

"I'm not upset, and thank you for helping him," I told her when I removed my lips from hers. "Today's been a good day. I mean I wasn't happy to find out what a git my brother was, and how he'd hurt you, but the rest of it was good. I'm happy for Moony, and kinda surprised that my kid cousin ended up with my mate, but I guess I dealt with that a while ago," I told her and she nodded at me. "And Bill and that French girl, what's her name?"

"Fleur, her name is Fleur," Anwen told me.

"Right. It's good that they're getting married, although Molly doesn't seem real happy."

"I don't think that anyone is good enough for her children in Molly's eyes, even my sister, who she loves. Give her time, she'll come around, I actually like Fleur," she told me.

"That's because you can converse in French with her. How many languages do you speak?" She looked away, embarrassed again. Oh, this should be good.

"Seventeen."

"Damn, I married not only a beautiful, sexy, sweet and wonderful wife, who's a brilliant mother, but she's really smart too!" I was so proud that I was married to Anwen. I pulled her close again, and wrapped my arms around her. "What about James and Lily, and the new baby? How do you feel about that?" I really wasn't sure how she would feel. I guessed I was happy, I couldn't think of a reason not to be.

"I'm thrilled darling. Lily has wanted this for a while," she told me, but I could see something in her face. "You wish it were us?"

"No, not exactly. I don't begrudge them having their kids, and I'm not even sure that I would want one right now, but yes, I would love to have more children with you. You once told me that we made such beautiful babies, that we needed to provide the world with them, just to make the world a lovelier place."

"That sounds perfect. When you're ready, I'm ready. You're a remarkable mother, and the fact that you want me to be the father of your children, it messes with what little part of my mind still works right," I told her as I headed toward the en suite loo to get her nightgown and the shorts I wore to bed. We changed and got ready for bed and when we were nestled back down, she extinguished all of the gas lights in the room with a wave of her hand, leaving only one small candle lit next to our bed.

"Tomorrow should be good too. You love watching Quidditch, I'm glad that you'll get to go to the game, and spend some time with the guys, and Ginny," she added. James, Harry, Evan, Ginny, Ron, Bill, Charlie and I were going into town to see Portree play in the afternoon. Anwen shifted against me. "I was thinking, maybe, soon, I could take you to Grimmauld, let you look around, see if anything else comes back," she suggested, and I nodded to let her know that I thought it was a good idea. Her fingers trailed down my chest, to the tattoo of Padfoot swimming. Her fingers traced along it, and it gave me goosebumps.

"What is it about that one that you like so much?" I asked, while my body shuddered at her touch.

"It was the first one that you got for us," she told me, as her lips went and kissed it. I couldn't help but groan at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Sirius, my name means beautiful lake. It's Padfoot, swimming, in a beautiful lake. You got it not long after we first time we made love. I have always loved it. But it's actually my second favorite. The one that drives me wild, its the one on your wrist," she told me, laying her head on my chest. I looked at both my wrists, there was nothing there. She smiled at me.

"Sirius, touch the inside of your right wrist with your finger, watch what happens," and I did as she asked. I was shocked as her name appeared and then faded. I looked at her surprised. "It's from the handfasting and I've got one too," she said as she brought her lips to her wrist and I felt a powerful surge pass through me. Being married to Anwen is quite amazing.