Disclaimer: Only Cara
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Aye he misses her, but only because it's coming up to one of the most important days of his life. And mwha! (Brandishes kiss mockingly).
Arigazi: Lol Best man could've been good but let's make him the father of the 'bride', more fun (grin). And the Power-tools thing man, sounds like you're speaking from experience. And lol, I'll try not to hurt him too much, for your sake.
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Chapter 25 – Celts and followers
Cara stared at his reflection sceptically as he turned from one side to the other. The robe looked like an old Tudor style dress and so, blushing, he walked back into the changing cubicle to try on the next one.
"How're you doing in there Cara?" Hermione called as she was handed the bridesmaids dress that Harry and Cara had decided on.
"These all look like dresses. I understand that theoretically I'm the Bride but this is going one step to far." Came his reply two doors down.
She smirked to herself then slipped into the dress. She's been asked by Cara to be the Maid of Honour and to say she was excited was an understatement. She had thrown all restraints she usually had away before she began squealing loudly until Ron and Harry had run in armed with both a hot kettle and a pillow, thinking she was in danger.
Looking up she gasped at her own reflection. Her dress was a deep evergreen and it had gold Celtic patterns on the front of the bodice. The sleeves were long but they opened in a flare from the elbow down. She couldn't see her feet as the dress touched the ground and if she turned round the back was a low cut.
She felt like an Elven Princess as she smiled and called back to the werewolf.
"Cara this is gorgeous! Who picked it?"
"You'd have to thank Harry then, he picked the Bridesmaids and I picked the grooms." Came the soft voice again accompanied by a sigh.
"Nope, this one looks like I'm a nun."
Laughter came from the middle cubicle as Ginny stepped out to inspect herself in the huge body length mirror.
"Well remind us to thank Harry then, these are beautiful."
Ginny's was exactly the same as Hermione only her's didn't have any sleeves, the shoulder straps giving the top half of the dress a corset look. Tonks, who was working today, was to wear the same style.
"I will." The blonde male called as he flicked through the various robes hanging on the hooks in his changing room. He stopped suddenly when one caught his eye.
Tenderly taking it off its hanger he began to pull it on with as much care as he would holding a glass model.
Looking up finally he smiled at his own reflection.
"I've found it." He said quietly, but loud enough for the girls to here.
He stepped out with the robe flowing a little around him. He turned to look in the full-length mirror and his smile widened. Hermione's jaw dropped a little but she grinned and stood behind him.
"It's perfect." She said and Ginny nodded her head in a agreement.
The robe was a startling white with a gold intricate design across the chest, similar to the dresses the girls wore. The design was off a Celtic lion reared up on its hind legs on the right and a Celtic wolf on the left mimicking the lion. They held up, and this made the blonde smirk, but they held up a more detailed version of the Claddagh heart, crown and hands. The sleeves were like Hermione's, long and flared at the end whilst the robe tunic went down to just below his knee, where he wore matching white flowy trousers underneath. The neck cut like a tunics so you could see the dip of his neck where his necklace that Harry had brought him way before they got together hung.
"I'd marry you!" Ginny said as she walked around him, making him laugh.
"You look stunning Cara." Said a voice behind them and they all whisked round. Remus was sat in one of the waiting seats with a smile on his face as he folded a newspaper up where he placed it back on the waiting table.
The young man smiled at him gratefully as Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
"Aren't you supposed to be with the other guys? And what about us?" She said gesturing to herself and Ginny causing the older male to laugh.
"You look amazing too Hermione," He said as he stood and gave her a brief one-armed hug that seemed to satisfy the witch, "As for me being here Dumbledore said he'd prefer if someone was with you, what with the Death Eater's roaming around, so I'm going to get my costume laughter."
"It's a tux Lupin, not a costume. This isn't a party you great lumux!" Came Ginny's voice from her cubicle. The older werewolf laughed again as he shook his head amused.
"Fine, my TUX then, but still. Anyway, Cara you look breath-taking."
The blonde's smile widened as he thanked him before slipping back into the changing room to carefully put the clothes back on the hook so he could purchase it.
~*~
"I feel like the Scarlet Pimpernel!" Ron said, as he looked at himself in the three full-length mirrors. He turned this way and that until, looking around to make sure no one was watching he pulled a fighting stance as though he held an invisible sword.
"You're a sad man Weasley. I almost pity Hermione."
Whisking round he found Harry grinning at him whilst he walked up to the slightly raised podium where the mirrors were.
"Shut up you and you look great."
Harry smiled as he looked back into the mirrors. He wore calf-high black boots that had a pair of black trousers tucked into them carefully. Going higher he wore a emerald green tunic that, much like the girls dresses had a gold pattern decorating the edges of the collar and sleeve, even a little down the front.
Over the top of it he wore a cloak in the same green although it could've easily have passed for a posh muggle coat. The sleeves were flared and shared the same complicated design around the edges of the sleeves. A gold clasp rested in the hollow of his neck and the whole coat reached down to midway on his thighs.
Ron's was similar but he had it in the more evergreen shade like the girls and his shirt lacked the gold design.
"I think I might do something about the glasses on the day though. Maybe a temporary correction spell or muggle contacts...I'll decide then."
Harry turned his head this way and that as he inspected the reflection.
"You look marvellous Harry." Came a cheery voice from behind him.
Dumbledore stepped up onto the platform as he came to inspect his priest robes. Fred and George both bounded up wearing the same as Ron where they clapped the young groom on the shoulder.
"You say Cara picked these?" Fred said as he struck a pose.
"Mmmhmm." The darker male hummed as he tugged at his cloak. Dumbledore straightened out the shoulders for the man who grinned back in appreciation.
"You look good Dumbledore sir." Ron said and the aged man winked at him. He was dressed in a long cream robe that was tied around the middle with a gold belt that was engraved with the running Celtic theme.
"Yes well, I believe I always look good." The man said as he played with the various sizes of the belt. Harry watched him amused for a moment.
"I would've LOVED to seen what you were like when you were a kid." He said with his arms crossed over his chest and Dumbledore winked again.
"I believe I wasn't much different to you Harry. I too was given a destiny I didn't want and if you think your tantrums were bad then you'd have to ask my Headmaster to recount numerous times I yelled at him."
Harry's eyebrow quirked as he thought about it all. Dumbledore was near enough his age when he was told he'd have to fight Grindelwald back in 1945 and the thought made him chuckle.
"Dear lord, I'm going to be you." He said with a mock groan as he walked back down the podium steps to the changing rooms.
~*~
"Right so we pick up the clothes tomorrow and then we still have to look into your cake." Hermione said as she pushed open the shop door, holding it as the other three made their way out.
"Shouldn't the cake be left till later?" Cara asked mildly confused as the girls sighed at him. Remus chuckled lightly at the startled look on the younger man's face.
"These cakes, when made properly, take AGES Cara. You best start now." The red headed girl said with a 'that should be obvious' gentle slap to the blonde's shoulder.
They continued to walk but every step both Remus and Cara seemed to become rigid. The girls looked at them before Hermione whispered to them.
"What's up?"
Remus's eyes darted slightly to the side as he urged then all to continue walking. Cara was growling almost inaudible beside him as his hands balled into fists.
"We're being followed." The older man said as he slipped the wand up his sleeve a little lower so it was more easily accessible. The other three did the same.
Cara scented out the follower's magickal signatures, picking up on four different patterns. That would make them even should a fight break out.
"Just try and get to a bus or something before we have to defend ourselves." Lupin said as he cast a quick eye over the road looking for any kind of transport. Ginny, one step ahead put her fingers in her mouth and whistled...loudly.
"TAXI!" She called as she waved a hand and almost instantly a London cab pulled up beside them. The younger woman smirked and gestured to the vehicle. Remus, despite the situation smiled at her and patted her shoulder.
"Weasleys. Never underestimate them." They all climbed in, Cara keeping an eye out the back window at the Death Eater's who had stopped a few feet behind them watching the werewolf in turn.
"Grimmauld Place road please." Remus asked politely and the driver started the cab again.
Cara remained watching the Death Eater's as they became smaller and smaller until finally they turned a corner.
~*~
"You this would be a lot easier without two werewolves picking up on our scent everytime we're assigned to follow them." Roldolphus grumbled as he watched the car turn the corner.
"Soon love, soon. Once that thing has married Potter then it'll be perfect. Potter would be too crushed if his 'mate' is killed to fight back, it'll be simple. As for the older one he's ageing, he'll go down easily."
Bellatrix smirked as she jerked her head in the other way indicating that they should return to the Manor.
Her husband lingered a moment longer as he watched the road that the cab had left and he couldn't help wondering if this Remus Lupin was so easily killed then why couldn't they do it last time.
And what if instead of weakening Potter with the death of his lover, they simply ignite that power that he has within him? Because after the last battle where Voldermort was killed he really didn't want to be on the wrong end of that green flame that Potter had thrown at the Dark Lord.
~*~
AN You know I had to try that taxi thing in London once, just to see if one really did just turn up when you stuck your hand out. So I whisked off my beret, waved it and you know what? It actually works lol. I was pissing myself with laughter!
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Aye he misses her, but only because it's coming up to one of the most important days of his life. And mwha! (Brandishes kiss mockingly).
Arigazi: Lol Best man could've been good but let's make him the father of the 'bride', more fun (grin). And the Power-tools thing man, sounds like you're speaking from experience. And lol, I'll try not to hurt him too much, for your sake.
~*~
Chapter 25 – Celts and followers
Cara stared at his reflection sceptically as he turned from one side to the other. The robe looked like an old Tudor style dress and so, blushing, he walked back into the changing cubicle to try on the next one.
"How're you doing in there Cara?" Hermione called as she was handed the bridesmaids dress that Harry and Cara had decided on.
"These all look like dresses. I understand that theoretically I'm the Bride but this is going one step to far." Came his reply two doors down.
She smirked to herself then slipped into the dress. She's been asked by Cara to be the Maid of Honour and to say she was excited was an understatement. She had thrown all restraints she usually had away before she began squealing loudly until Ron and Harry had run in armed with both a hot kettle and a pillow, thinking she was in danger.
Looking up she gasped at her own reflection. Her dress was a deep evergreen and it had gold Celtic patterns on the front of the bodice. The sleeves were long but they opened in a flare from the elbow down. She couldn't see her feet as the dress touched the ground and if she turned round the back was a low cut.
She felt like an Elven Princess as she smiled and called back to the werewolf.
"Cara this is gorgeous! Who picked it?"
"You'd have to thank Harry then, he picked the Bridesmaids and I picked the grooms." Came the soft voice again accompanied by a sigh.
"Nope, this one looks like I'm a nun."
Laughter came from the middle cubicle as Ginny stepped out to inspect herself in the huge body length mirror.
"Well remind us to thank Harry then, these are beautiful."
Ginny's was exactly the same as Hermione only her's didn't have any sleeves, the shoulder straps giving the top half of the dress a corset look. Tonks, who was working today, was to wear the same style.
"I will." The blonde male called as he flicked through the various robes hanging on the hooks in his changing room. He stopped suddenly when one caught his eye.
Tenderly taking it off its hanger he began to pull it on with as much care as he would holding a glass model.
Looking up finally he smiled at his own reflection.
"I've found it." He said quietly, but loud enough for the girls to here.
He stepped out with the robe flowing a little around him. He turned to look in the full-length mirror and his smile widened. Hermione's jaw dropped a little but she grinned and stood behind him.
"It's perfect." She said and Ginny nodded her head in a agreement.
The robe was a startling white with a gold intricate design across the chest, similar to the dresses the girls wore. The design was off a Celtic lion reared up on its hind legs on the right and a Celtic wolf on the left mimicking the lion. They held up, and this made the blonde smirk, but they held up a more detailed version of the Claddagh heart, crown and hands. The sleeves were like Hermione's, long and flared at the end whilst the robe tunic went down to just below his knee, where he wore matching white flowy trousers underneath. The neck cut like a tunics so you could see the dip of his neck where his necklace that Harry had brought him way before they got together hung.
"I'd marry you!" Ginny said as she walked around him, making him laugh.
"You look stunning Cara." Said a voice behind them and they all whisked round. Remus was sat in one of the waiting seats with a smile on his face as he folded a newspaper up where he placed it back on the waiting table.
The young man smiled at him gratefully as Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
"Aren't you supposed to be with the other guys? And what about us?" She said gesturing to herself and Ginny causing the older male to laugh.
"You look amazing too Hermione," He said as he stood and gave her a brief one-armed hug that seemed to satisfy the witch, "As for me being here Dumbledore said he'd prefer if someone was with you, what with the Death Eater's roaming around, so I'm going to get my costume laughter."
"It's a tux Lupin, not a costume. This isn't a party you great lumux!" Came Ginny's voice from her cubicle. The older werewolf laughed again as he shook his head amused.
"Fine, my TUX then, but still. Anyway, Cara you look breath-taking."
The blonde's smile widened as he thanked him before slipping back into the changing room to carefully put the clothes back on the hook so he could purchase it.
~*~
"I feel like the Scarlet Pimpernel!" Ron said, as he looked at himself in the three full-length mirrors. He turned this way and that until, looking around to make sure no one was watching he pulled a fighting stance as though he held an invisible sword.
"You're a sad man Weasley. I almost pity Hermione."
Whisking round he found Harry grinning at him whilst he walked up to the slightly raised podium where the mirrors were.
"Shut up you and you look great."
Harry smiled as he looked back into the mirrors. He wore calf-high black boots that had a pair of black trousers tucked into them carefully. Going higher he wore a emerald green tunic that, much like the girls dresses had a gold pattern decorating the edges of the collar and sleeve, even a little down the front.
Over the top of it he wore a cloak in the same green although it could've easily have passed for a posh muggle coat. The sleeves were flared and shared the same complicated design around the edges of the sleeves. A gold clasp rested in the hollow of his neck and the whole coat reached down to midway on his thighs.
Ron's was similar but he had it in the more evergreen shade like the girls and his shirt lacked the gold design.
"I think I might do something about the glasses on the day though. Maybe a temporary correction spell or muggle contacts...I'll decide then."
Harry turned his head this way and that as he inspected the reflection.
"You look marvellous Harry." Came a cheery voice from behind him.
Dumbledore stepped up onto the platform as he came to inspect his priest robes. Fred and George both bounded up wearing the same as Ron where they clapped the young groom on the shoulder.
"You say Cara picked these?" Fred said as he struck a pose.
"Mmmhmm." The darker male hummed as he tugged at his cloak. Dumbledore straightened out the shoulders for the man who grinned back in appreciation.
"You look good Dumbledore sir." Ron said and the aged man winked at him. He was dressed in a long cream robe that was tied around the middle with a gold belt that was engraved with the running Celtic theme.
"Yes well, I believe I always look good." The man said as he played with the various sizes of the belt. Harry watched him amused for a moment.
"I would've LOVED to seen what you were like when you were a kid." He said with his arms crossed over his chest and Dumbledore winked again.
"I believe I wasn't much different to you Harry. I too was given a destiny I didn't want and if you think your tantrums were bad then you'd have to ask my Headmaster to recount numerous times I yelled at him."
Harry's eyebrow quirked as he thought about it all. Dumbledore was near enough his age when he was told he'd have to fight Grindelwald back in 1945 and the thought made him chuckle.
"Dear lord, I'm going to be you." He said with a mock groan as he walked back down the podium steps to the changing rooms.
~*~
"Right so we pick up the clothes tomorrow and then we still have to look into your cake." Hermione said as she pushed open the shop door, holding it as the other three made their way out.
"Shouldn't the cake be left till later?" Cara asked mildly confused as the girls sighed at him. Remus chuckled lightly at the startled look on the younger man's face.
"These cakes, when made properly, take AGES Cara. You best start now." The red headed girl said with a 'that should be obvious' gentle slap to the blonde's shoulder.
They continued to walk but every step both Remus and Cara seemed to become rigid. The girls looked at them before Hermione whispered to them.
"What's up?"
Remus's eyes darted slightly to the side as he urged then all to continue walking. Cara was growling almost inaudible beside him as his hands balled into fists.
"We're being followed." The older man said as he slipped the wand up his sleeve a little lower so it was more easily accessible. The other three did the same.
Cara scented out the follower's magickal signatures, picking up on four different patterns. That would make them even should a fight break out.
"Just try and get to a bus or something before we have to defend ourselves." Lupin said as he cast a quick eye over the road looking for any kind of transport. Ginny, one step ahead put her fingers in her mouth and whistled...loudly.
"TAXI!" She called as she waved a hand and almost instantly a London cab pulled up beside them. The younger woman smirked and gestured to the vehicle. Remus, despite the situation smiled at her and patted her shoulder.
"Weasleys. Never underestimate them." They all climbed in, Cara keeping an eye out the back window at the Death Eater's who had stopped a few feet behind them watching the werewolf in turn.
"Grimmauld Place road please." Remus asked politely and the driver started the cab again.
Cara remained watching the Death Eater's as they became smaller and smaller until finally they turned a corner.
~*~
"You this would be a lot easier without two werewolves picking up on our scent everytime we're assigned to follow them." Roldolphus grumbled as he watched the car turn the corner.
"Soon love, soon. Once that thing has married Potter then it'll be perfect. Potter would be too crushed if his 'mate' is killed to fight back, it'll be simple. As for the older one he's ageing, he'll go down easily."
Bellatrix smirked as she jerked her head in the other way indicating that they should return to the Manor.
Her husband lingered a moment longer as he watched the road that the cab had left and he couldn't help wondering if this Remus Lupin was so easily killed then why couldn't they do it last time.
And what if instead of weakening Potter with the death of his lover, they simply ignite that power that he has within him? Because after the last battle where Voldermort was killed he really didn't want to be on the wrong end of that green flame that Potter had thrown at the Dark Lord.
~*~
AN You know I had to try that taxi thing in London once, just to see if one really did just turn up when you stuck your hand out. So I whisked off my beret, waved it and you know what? It actually works lol. I was pissing myself with laughter!