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Flutterby bushes were placed along the edge of the large tent that filled the backyard. The purple accents were delicate against the pale green leaves.

Unlike their camping tent, this marquee was white with gold accents.

When Ianto have informed them what gold was a colour for weddings Harry had scooped up his little girl and declared her the ring bearer, "It will fit on her wee horn!"

Ianto went to speak but Jack was quicker, "Awesome idea! Judge can carry mine as I'm considered muggle so silver will be acceptable, right?"

Ianto could only nod and smile as he wondered how this conversation had started.

Now, standing in what would be his wedding hall, he looked at the delicate gold chairs and matching tables, covered with silky while cloths and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Since declaring his acceptance of Jack's proposal things had moved fast.

Now, the wedding was the next day and he was not sure if he was ready, but then was he ever going to be ready for this circus in his own back yard?

Sirius had been excited at the thought of giving him away, another weird thing he hadn't counted on and he now had the unfortunate task of accepting requests from family members wanting to attend that he really didn't want anywhere near his child.

He had Jack's ring, it had been a hard task to get one that he felt suited Jack but the plain platinum band with the welsh words engraved "Llewellyn o fy Llewellyn" which means 'heart of my heart'. Engraved in such a way that the Llewellyn word was engraved only one with o fy the only others, creating an endless repetition of the sentence.

"Heart of my heart of my heart of my …."

Ianto had thought it corny when he first of thought of it but since then it had repeated in the back of his mind like a mantra and he knew Jack would find an immortal phrase ironically fitting.

Harry had decided on the flowers and green orchards with white baby's breath adorned said tables with pretty crystals scattered about. He was surprised at the child's attention to detail, as well as a little bit proud of the fact that he resembled him in that respect.

Owen stood at the entrance of the tent. Whistling as he looked at the interior, "It's bigger than ours."

Ianto swung to face him, surprised by his arrival and the comment, taking ownership of the camping tent.

"So, will you wear white? God, tell me Jack isn't wearing a fucking dress!" Owen snarked as he reached out to touch a butterfly hovering near his face.

"Where the fuck do these keep coming from?" he batted ineffectually at it.

"You attract them" Ianto said calmly, hiding his mirth, "like sour candy."

"Piss off" Owen said without malice as he looked up at the vaulted ceiling and he swore as he watched the glitter falling like fine mist.

"Turn it off!" Harry roared and it stopped, "Too much. I want finer!"

Two elves popped their heads out of the tent's folds and waved, then disappeared to adjust whatever they had created up there.

"Harry?" Ianto asked with an eyebrow raised.

"When the music plays for your first dance, I want star dust!" Harry said as he stalked about and Ianto was reminded of a small Napoleon.

"Bloody hell, Hitler lives" Owen muttered as he showed a similar view.

Ianto snorted his agreement as Harry eyeballed an arrangement that flowed to the floor.

"I think it's a bit long, what if someone trips on it" he muttered and Judge considered, then trotted over and started chewing on the blooms.

Soon the arrangement was to the young lord's satisfaction and the Candy 'Corn had red lips like lipstick that seemed to be made worse by a now blue tongue that kept licking them happily.

Apparently they had tasted as good as they looked.

Ianto went through his vows in his head as he fingered the ring in his pocket, slipping it on and off his own finger as he filled his heart and soul with love.

Jack was in the bedroom doing the same, the ring he had commissioned was prettier than he had thought it would be, the stone so small and yet … it seemed to sing with desire, just like him.

It was going to be a long day but this night, the night before, would be the longest as he would have to spend it in the spare room, not with his lovely Welsh tiger for comfort.

Strangely, this caused Jack an almost physical pain and he worried about Ianto's dreams. When he had mentioned this to Tosh she had assured him that she would spend the night with Ianto, as Owen would with him.

Harry was torn, wanting to comfort both parents as he felt their growing alarm at the thought of being apart but Hagrid had promised to spend the evening with him, talking about magical creatures and stuff.

They all settled to a nervous meal, unable to look at each other as the rest of the table tried to fill the void left between them with bickering and laughter.

They held hands throughout and lingered in the hallway between bedroom doors, both unable to let go.

Finally gentle kisses and wordless looks of love before they retired.

Both lay in the dark as their minders slept, craving the warmth of the one next door.

The morning could not come fast enough.