A/N: hey all... what do ya all think? I thought the last two chaps were pretty weak... but hey.

Disclaimer: well, I'm not actually going to put an official disclaimer on it. I'd like to see you try and sue someone under 18 hehehe

Her loose midnight curls hung framing her face, a tiara sparkling just above her forehead, covered by a gentle veil. Her sharp eyes were twinkling, and a gentle smile graced her lips.

Her dress was an old middle ages style dress, with square neck line, and long pointed sleeves, a low waist line and delicate embroidery perfecting the front. A long skirt, complemented by more embroidery, panned out in folds of pure ivory satin, shimmering in the bright December sunlight.

She stood at the door to the church, arms linked with Remus, the light offering a perfect back-drop to her entrance. People had gasped in admiration at her beauty, as she and Remus slowly glided up towards the altar, and her groom, who was smiling peacefully, finally daring to believing that the day wasn't just some torturous dream (A/N: ironically, it was.) smiled a lust filled smile. She joined him face to face, as he hugged Remus, and took her hands.

The vicar began the service, a huge smile spread across the old man's wrinkled face, finding such joy at marrying two people so much in love. The bride and groom never took their eyes off each other the whole time, and when exchanged vows, kept their eyes fixed, not even blinking...

Next there came the rings. Two white gold bands handed to each other by the best man, who gave them both a cheeky wink and grin. Sliding the rings onto each other's fingers, electricity bolts fired through their bodies at each other's touch, and finally they were married. Bound together in the eyes of everyone who cared to look, and no one could change that. No one could tear them apart. Ever.

The couple filled out of the church, followed by friends and family. Confetti was thrown, and the bride threw back her bouquet. It was caught by an extremely embarrassed pink-haired girl, who winked at Remus, and turned away laughing.

Everyone arrived, an hour later, at the reception, where tables were dotted around a large castle hall, a dance floor in the centre.

The guests were greeted, and invited to sit for drinks. Large bottles of Champagne were opened, and a toast was made:

'Our love and blessings for an endless legacy of happiness.'

Food previously made appeared on the silver plates on the tables, intricate morsels which melted in the mouth, and truly satisfied.

The tables were cleared away. Dancing began, with the first dance of the Bride and Groom.

They slowly revolved, to a slow beat rock song wrote many years ago. The bride rested her head on his shoulder, completely at peace. He gripped her gently, quietly whispering sweet nothings into her ear, causing a smile to grace her lips, and a kiss on the lips as a sign of acknowledgement.

He spun her, her dress flaring out and shining in the failing light of the December evening, and let her go. She felt unwholesome, craving his touch after such an intimate couple of minutes. He laughed, and took hold of her again. Other couples had joined in dancing now, old and new.

After several hours, it was late, and the Bride and Groom said their goodbyes, and left the hall, off on a clique romantic two week break, at an undisclosed location. There they spent hours and hours, just lying in each others arms, curled up together, totally calm and happy.

This was the way he'd imagined spending the rest of his life; with a woman he loved as much as life itself. No one could EVER take that away from them... even in death, they would be together...

He stared up at the grotty ceiling, running the thoughts he had just had through his mind, replaying a vision so beautiful it brought tears to his eyes. Damn it all he loved her, he wanted her so bad, and it ached inside him. He only had had few precious days with her, really getting to know her. And now she was gone, taken by the scum of the earth. He knew her mind would be twisted. They'd predicted he'd react like he did, and now she was gone. Voldemort had finally accomplished what he'd wanted to do since he had first heard of her, apparently. So many people had suffered, and in the end it was his reaction that had brought about the end of her safety.

Damn them. Damn them all. He would get her back. Or he would die trying. He owed her that much.

A/N: please do not be confused by this chapter, it is a dream (but it could happen in the future... well in the future chaps of this fic) and it will be up to you lot to work out who's dream it is, ok? I just had this idea, and decided to incorporate this into the fic, for your enjoyment. A cookie goes out to anyone who thinks they can guess the song the bride and groom first dance to, and the actual bride and groom. Three clues:

Number 1: The band still exists, but three original members are no longer in it.

Number 2: The song's about a girl close to the singer's heart.

Number 3: 'She's got a smile that seems to me; reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as a bright blue sky.

Now and then when I see her face; it takes me away to that special place...'

Ah, sweet sweet love.