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Waking from the fourth day in a row with a dream about that house, Harry stretched and looked at the calendar that he kept above his bed with a sticking charm. Today was the day that his Uncle Sirius was getting married. So, sliding out of bed, he yawned, looked at his wardrobe in the corner and steeled himself for the coming event. It wasn't like he was embarrassed or ashamed to be there, certainly not in his fantastic dress robes of deep green. His mother had said that they went with his eyes and his father sniggered at that comment before she shot him a silencing look. It was always clear to Harry who had the final say in these matters, and it was always his mum. James was not as serious about clothes, or looks, or even what he did most days aside from his job. But Lily was of a completely different calibre to her husband. James often joked that because she was a complete foil to him in almost every way, she was the perfect person for him, and that used to make Harry turn red and tell his dad to stop with the jokes, but now that he was with Hermione, he saw what they had meant all those times. Hermione was not like him in a lot of ways. She was always shy but not afraid to speak her mind, fierce yet vulnerable around him and whilst she considered herself to be plain and not very womanly, Harry had always seen her as pretty. Beautiful, when she wasn't around to tell him otherwise. It was one of the many things that he had been thinking of during that summer. And now that he knew just how special she was to him, Harry was not about to let her go, in fact, just a week ago, he had asked his father about a very important topic.
"What do these rings mean, Dad? I don't fully understand them all." Harry was referring to two rings that he wore on his right hand. His father cocked his head for a moment, confused, but he shrugged and answered the question anyway.
"Well, this one," he pointed at the ruby-encrusted gold ring on his pinky finger "is the ring of House Potter. One day, this will fall to you. And if the time eventually comes where you and I cannot hold it, it would pass on to your sister or your own next of kin. I hope that day never comes. This one is my wedding band." He pointed at the other one, a simple golden ring that sat around his left-hand ring finger. "It, as you well know, symbolises the love and longevity of my marriage to your mother. I do not doubt that one day, these will both be yours. And I am proud to know that." He smiled at Harry with pride. "But, why do you ask, and why now?" He asked his son with a curious look. He knew that Harry had been with Hermione for a long time, but a proposal was a tad early, considering he would only turn fourteen and she fifteen later this year. Harry looked embarrassed with a blush on his cheeks for a moment, then looked up at his father with determination in his eyes.
"I want to get Hermione a ring for her birthday in September," James' eyebrows shot up in alarm. "not for like marriage or anything. I just want her to know how much she means to me with something concrete, and why not a ring, it lasts a lifetime and shows her every day that I love her… I don't even know why I'm asking you and not Mum, but I am, and I need help with the selection." Harry was deeply red in the face from admitting all of that to his dad, though he felt equally relieved too, as he had finally verbalised his feelings. James smiled, smirking for a short moment before nodding and agreeing to take him to Diagon Alley after the Black-Bones wedding was over.
So, he left his room, armed with a toothbrush and dressing gown and went to do his daily routine with a smile. When finished, he left the bathroom with a clean body and went to change into his clothes for the wedding. The robes were stunning, and although his sister teased him on them, he knew that they would make him rather dashing. Although, when it came to his hair, Harry always had an issue. It seemed as if it was hereditary in the male Potters. His dad and grandad also had messy, unruly and borderline untameable black hair and whatever they did, it would never stay down. That was until Harry had discovered metamorphmagus powers when he was in his first year of Hogwarts. It seemed that the latent Black DNA from his Great Aunt Dorea's side of the family had given him and his sister rare magical abilities. Though, when Harry tried to use his to turn his hair remotely manageable, it just sprung back to its usual disarray. He tried, again and again, to make it flat, but his hair just would not stay down. This was the second time this week that his ability as a metamorphmagus had failed him: the other time was when Hermione had pointed out that the normally short and messy hair on his head was getting quite long, however, he had distinctly remembered shortening it in the mirror this morning. Harry decided to forget about it for now and resigned himself to using some of Sleekeazy's Hair potions, which he hated having to use even though they were free, considering his Grandfather had invented them. Finally, he looked presentable for the wedding as he walked downstairs.
Zoe was similarly disliking having to use anything on her hair, for even though she made sure to take care of it, it was now nearly reaching her waist. Her mother had told her that she had to keep it presentable for the wedding, meaning that it would need to either be cut or styled into something less distracting to her. The young girl opted for the latter and instead had it in a long braid over her shoulder. She too came downstairs after dressing for the wedding and nearly ran into her brother.
"Careful, Zoe. My hair won't stay down like this if it's jostled about too much." He exclaimed, raising a hand to said black locks and making sure they were staying down. Lily got a good look at her children side-by-side and smiled tearily.
"Look at you both." That was all she managed to say before hugging them both tightly. Harry looked to his dad and he just gave him a simple nod in agreement. As Lily was fawning over Harry's green robes and Zoe's red dress, her husband coughed and tapped his wrist.
"Uh, Lils, the time." She shook her head and let Harry go, for they would be apparating to Grimmauld Place instead of taking the messy floo system. "See you two in a moment." James grinned at his son and aimed the comment at the ladies. With a sharp crack, they were all gone.
Sirius saw James and Harry appear first, right outside the back door, then heard Lily and Zoe a split-second later. He gave them all hugs and marvelled at the two children.
"Wow, you two look great. You remind me of your parents when we were all a bit younger." They took the praise in stride but given their similarity to their parents, a moment of laughter was not far behind. Zoe cocked her head at her Uncle Sirius.
"You were young once?" She asked with fake curiosity. He laughed and waggled a finger at her.
"Oh, you'll regret that when you get to my age. We all get older eventually. But I don't think it's a bad thing that you're taking your time with that. Gives me more moments to laugh at." It didn't seem like anything could bring him down from his high today. "Anyway, you know where to be, come 10, don't you?" He said, addressing two thirteen-year-olds. They both knew where to be and when to be at different places, but Harry couldn't help but notice the distinct absence of almost anyone he knew aside from Neville and the Bride and Groom's families. So, he decided that instead of being an antisocial teenager, he would attempt to converse with some of the adults, though, only the ones that didn't scare him. Neville's grandmother and Sirius' cousin Andromeda were intimidating, though he wouldn't show or say it to their faces, for he needed to look strong and dignified, being the future Lord of House Potter. Eventually, however, he gave up and went to stand with Neville, and they both tried to look as posh and smarmy as possible without breaking down into maniacal laughter. Zoe joined them just a few minutes later and all three of them broke when James and Sirius bowed to them in a mock fashion. Sirius proved again that nothing could bring him down today. Then, one of the final guests arrived, looking down at the grass with a meek smile.
"Remus. I'm so glad that you could come. Please, I don't want us to be separated like that ever again. We're the Marauders remember. We have each other's back. And, I don't blame you for what happened." Sirius hugged him and Remus held back his tears with a nod. "And hey, dry those eyes, I can't have one of my best men weeping at my side, can I?" Remus' eyes shot up in confusion.
"I'm not sure about that. Lots of people know what I did, and besides, I'm pretty sure the word 'best' implies that there's only one best man." James and Sirius grabbed one of his shoulder's each.
"We're the Marauders, we do nothing if it's not together." Both said in unison. Remus genuinely smiled for the first time in weeks.
"Well then, what're we waiting for. Let's get you married!"
Once everyone was seated and the expanded garden at Number 12 Grimmauld Place was quiet, the ceremony began. Unlike normal marriages in the muggle world, there was no minister, or church, unless it was wanted. There were still exchanges of vows and the usual declarations of love, along with the mandatory exchange of wedding bands. But that was all to come.
Sirius couldn't smile any wider when his bride delicately walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of pink and white roses, which she had wanted to do as a muggle part of the ceremony. Her brother Charles Bones had his arm interwoven with hers, as their father had been killed by Death Eaters during the war. Amelia's brother left her side with a bow when they got to the groom, then smiled and took a seat.
"Amelia. Susan. Bones. How long have we been dancing around our love? Five, ten years? The time doesn't matter though. From this point on, we do everything together. We smile together, we cry together, we fight together and we change the world. Together. I love you, with every fibre of my soul, or- what's left of it." He smirked and most of the guests, including the bride, laughed shortly. From the dying laughter, Sirius drew a ring from a granite altar to his right and held it between his thumb and forefinger. "I give this ring, as a representation of our love, in the hopes that for years to come, we will be uniquely bonded."
The bride smiled and blinked back a few tears.
"Sirius. Orion. Black. For all of the times that we've argued, we've teased, we've fought, they have washed away. I hope that with the promise of our bond, we will only grow closer, forever. We'll smile together, we'll cry together, we'll fight together and we will change the world together. I give this ring as a representation of our love, in hopes that for years to come, we will only grow closer. I love you." She slid the identical silver ring onto his finger, and he gently put the other one on hers. They spoke softly together with their hands clasped together.
"May our bond be everlasting and eternal. May the House of Black and the House of Bones be forever entwined." The whole garden cheered when the newly-married couple kissed for the first time as husband and wife.
I have no idea what a wizarding wedding would have differed in when compared to a muggle one, but I don't particularly feel like going through the extensive process of researching marriage, then tweaking it to suit a magical one. So: that is what is here. Minimal changes and a concise ceremony.