Chapter Thirteen: An Unexpected Wedding Guest(s)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: More fluff. And don't fall off the cliff.
Reagan stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was in awe, not aware that she could look this beautiful, and still in shock that she and Trevor had pulled together a wedding in four hours.
Four hours, Reagan thought. Five hours ago, she had been engaged to Brent. Four hours ago she and Trevor confessed their feelings for each other, in the middle of a rainy street no less, and then decided that they were going to get married. Tonight.
After multiple Floo calls to her parents, Trevor's aunt and uncle, James, Darenn, Lane, Cal and a few others, Reagan and Trevor had met everyone in Diagon Alley. Reagan's parents had miraculously convinced her grandmum to move the dinner to the Potter's house. Reagan, her mum, Trevor's Aunt Sarah, Erika, Avery, Lane and Alison Potter had set off immediately to Madam Malkins, while Trevor, Harry, his Uncle Matt Beau Robbins who was a Hufflepuff friend of Trevor's from school, James, Darenn and Cal all went off to Gladrags in Hogsmeade.
Reagan raced through dress robe after dress robe, some bridal, some just formal. She had had an idea of what she wanted when she was going to get married to Brent, but now that her groom had changed, her wedding ideas and preferences had also. Ali, Lane, Erika and Avery tried on different dresses, commenting on the change of groom and wedding date Reagan and Trevor had thrown on them minutes earlier.
"What on earth are we all doing here?" James asked.
"Wait till Darenn gets here," Reagan replied. Moments later Darenn appeared beside his brother and his wife, Avery was immediately following him.
"Okay, Darenn is here," James said. "Why did you call us all to Diagon Alley?"
Reagan and Trevor eyed each other. "Well, as some of you might or might not know, Brent and I are no longer getting married."
"That was the big announcement?" Darenn asked. "I could have told you that!"
"Darenn, please," Ginny said to her son.
"And Anne Marie and I aren't getting married either," Trevor said.
"So that means…" James paused. "What does that mean?"
"To make a long story short," Reagan began. "Trevor and I are still getting married, we're just marrying each other."
There was a long pause. A very long pause.
"You're what!" James cried.
"But you two hate each other!" Darenn exclaimed. "You can't stand each other!"
"We worked through our differences," Reagan replied.
"Or someone finally realized what she was feeling the entire time," Trevor said.
"I did not finally realize," Reagan said, turning to Trevor. "I just needed a little encouragement was all."
"And finding your fiancée in bed with another witch was the encouragement you needed?" Darenn asked. "Well, hell, if that was the case, we'd have set that up a long time ago!"
"Darenn!" both his mum and wife cried at the same time.
"Regardless of how it came about, Trevor and I are going to get married, and we're going to do so in about-" she paused and looked at Trevor's watch (her own had been smashed half hour before when that horrid singing went off in the middle of the street.) "-three and a half hours."
"You're what!" most of the people surrounding them exclaimed at once, starling both Reagan and Trevor.
"We're going to get married at the dinner tonight," Reagan continued. "And the reason we called all you here is because, Beau, James, Darenn and Cal, Trevor would like you to be his groomsmen, and Ali, Lane, Erika and Avery, I would be honored if you would be my bridesmaids."
"And of course we have to have the parents of the bride and groom," Trevor said, glancing from his aunt and uncle to his future in laws. "Now, since we have three and a half hours to essentially throw together a wedding, we need everyone's help."
"Are you sure you're not rushing into this?" Darenn asked.
Trevor looked at Reagan and she smiled.
"Actually, Darenn," Reagan replied, looking at her brother. "We kinds feel that we're getting around to it a little late."
Darenn laughed and agreed and everyone laughed. Everyone seemed to understand and everyone agreed. But no one could be happier than the bride and groom to be.
Reagan was startled out of her thoughts by a soft knock on the door.
"Reagan?" Trevor's voice came from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"
"Trevor, you're not supposed to see me yet," she said, shutting her eyes. "And I'm not supposed to see you.
"Oh, please," he replied. "We've thrown every other wedding lore out the window, might as well not stop now."
"Trevor!" Reagan insisted. "We might as well do something by the books!"
She heard him scoff. "Reagan, I'm coming in, close your eyes if you want to, but I'm coming in." She heard the door open and she quickly cast her spell.
"Reagan, what did you do to me?" he asked and she grinned, though he couldn't see her.
"I charmed your eyes so that you could see where you were going, just not me."
"You are one stubborn witch, you know that?" he asked. She still had her eyes closed, but she could feel him draw near to her.
"How can I kiss you if I can't see you?"
"Do you always look at me when you kiss me?" she asked.
"No," he said, his voice close to her now and it sent shivers up her spine. "But it'd be nice if I could find you."
"I doubt you'll have any problems with that," she whispered. She could feel his breath on her, and his lips brushed over hers. She smiled and kissed him, careful to keep her eyes closed.
"This is silly Reagan," he finally said. "It's not like you've never seen me in dress uniform."
Reagan smiled at the memory of him in his dress uniform. Granted the only memory she had was when she had been at the Witch Weekly ball with Brent, but Trevor had looked good in the solid black uniform. There was a black cape that attached at his shoulders with gold buttons and it fell down over his back to his feet. A stripe of red went along the end of the cape, and down the side of the black trousers. Gold buttons lined the front of the uniform and two thick gold stripes of fabric showed his current rank of First Lieutenant.
"True," she replied, grinning at the image in her head. "But you've never seen me like this and I want it to be a surprise. Please just humor me, Trevor?"
He sighed and gave in. "All right, you win. But don't expect me to be this easier later in life. You're just lucky that I'm on cloud nine right now or I might make you take this charm off me."
Reagan giggled, but replied, "I'd like to see you try."
After another kiss (Reagan was sure she could defiantly get used to this kissing Trevor thing again) he left and she took off the charm once she was sure he was on the other side of the door. She looked back at her reflection and sighed.
"Someone needs to pinch me so I know this is real," she muttered.
"But you don't want to hurt yourself when you so nice dear," the mirror replied.
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Trevor watched as Reagan's family arrived, bewildered at the change of events. Ginny had taken over herding the arriving Weasleys, averting their questions on why dinner had been changed, why they had to sit in rows of white chairs set up in the garden before they were allowed to eat.
"You okay?" Harry asked, and Trevor turned to look at him.
"Fine, sir," Trevor replied. "It's all a little surreal."
"I know the feeling," Harry said and sat down, indicating for Trevor to do the same. Both Aurors were wearing their dress uniforms, and sitting was not an easy task. "You know, I had months to prepare for my own wedding, and when it was finally happening that's how I felt too. It was surreal."
Trevor nodded and glanced out the window again. Reagan's mother was talking to tall red headed man with an earring on one ear.
"Trevor, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Harry began and Trevor turned his attention back to her bride to be's father.
"If its about the job in America, sir, I'm not going to take it. I wouldn't make move Reagan away again. She had a life and her family, everything to her is here."
"It actually wasn't about that," Harry said, "But now that you mention it, there is an Auror related issue I'd like to discuss with you, but I'll wait on that for now." There was a twinkle in his superior's eye that he could not quite read, but could help be curious about. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about this 'sir' business. I've been meaning to do it for a while now. As I'm sure you've noticed our family is involved with each other in many professional roles. I am James' ranking officer, as I am yours. Reagan must be professional with me when she is in a job related role, for instance when she is doing her advisor duties. I have to be professional with Hermione. I've known her for over thirty years, she is one of my best friends, yet when at work I have to put all that aside."
"I had noticed, sir," Trevor replied. "I always found it, um, strange if you will. I never understood how you could make the switch over from professional to personal."
"It's tricky, sometimes," Harry said. "But I want you to know that there is no need to call me 'sir' when we're not at work. Call me Harry, please. There are a lot of stresses in our line of work, as Hermione's and Reagan's, and being able to drop the formalities and be family at home easies some of that."
Trevor nodded, a bit unsure if he would be able to call him Harry. He looked at the man in front of him and was again reminded of his greatness but more than that, his kindness.
"I want to thank you for something," Trevor said. "Twenty one years ago, you stopped two Death Eaters from reeking havoc on innocent lives. If you had not caught them, my parents could have hurt more people. They could have hurt me. They could have warped me into a Death Eater wannabe. If you had not stopped them, I might have turned out to be a different person, and I would never have met Reagan."
"Trevor, you don't have to thank me for that," Harry said to him.
"But I want you to know how grateful for it," Trevor continued. "It changed my life and made me who I am. You helped make me who I am. That helped lead me to Reagan, and while she was gone, you helped me to believe there was still hope. You believed in me during Auror training and believed in me enough to nominate me for advisor positions. And even when Reagan was with that Neanderthal with the head the size of a troll, you still thought that in the end she would pull through. And in a way, you helped her find her way back to me. I could never begin to repay you for what you've done for me."
"I've already got the only payback I could ever want," Harry replied. "You make my daughter happy. That's all I could have ever wished for. I'm happy that she has you now, finally, I know you'll take good care of her, like you always have. I couldn't be prouder at the man you've become and as far as your parents, well, it's their loss. Seeing you as a grown man and seeing what you've accomplished would be enough to make any parent turn away from dark magic. I can't imagine why they'd want to give you up. Because I can't imagine not having you in our family."
Harry stood up and held his hand out and Trevor stood up as well. He shook Harry's hand firmly, and was proud to be able to call this man in father in law. Harry smiled and pulled Trevor into a hug and Trevor welcomed the embrace.
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The door opened again and Reagan inwardly prepared to curse Trevor if he was trying to sneak a peak of her again. She turned and was pleased to see her mum, Trevor's Aunt Sarah and her bridesmaids come into the room, each carrying a wrapped package.
"Hey, Mum," Reagan said and smiled.
"How are you holding up?" Ginny asked.
"Fine," Reagan replied and laughed. "It's not like I've had a chance to actually sit and breathe and realize that all this is going on."
"True," Ginny said. "Before everything got started, we wanted to bring you something."
"There is a bridal tradition," Aunt Sarah began. "It started out as a wizarding tradition and it leaked into Muggle weddings when wizards started marrying Muggles. It is customary for the bride to wear certain things presented to her by her wedding party. So for you to wear, we have something old, something new, something borrowed something blue, something from your love's kin and something from the heaven's above."
Each woman unwrapped their packages and what Sarah had just said began to make sense. Ali was holding a very old looking hair pin, with pearls and soft flowers made of gold. Lane was holding a golden charm and Erika had a gold necklace chain that looked like it would match her sister's gift perfectly. Avery was holding a soft blue ribbon that Reagan recognized from Avery's wedding. Aunt Sarah had a gold bracelet that looked like it might break if it was moved too much and Reagan's mum was holding a set of beautiful earrings in a stone Reagan didn't recognize.
"I have something old for you," Alison said, stepping to stand beside Reagan. "This is a hair pin that my great great grandmother wore when she married. It came with her when she came to America, and every Potter woman since has worn it in her wedding." Ali placed the pin in Reagan's hair, tucked into the web or curls on the back of her head. "Its time it came back to this side of the pond."
"I have something new for you," Lane said once Alison had finished with Reagan's hair. "This golden charm has never been worn by anyone, and it comes as a special gift from the designer."
"I have something borrowed for you," Erika said. "I wore this is the necklace chain when I married James." Erika took the charm from her sister and slipped it onto the chain before fastening it around Reagan's neck.
"I have something blue for you," Avery said. "This is a ribbon I wore at my wedding. Now since you don't have any blue in your wedding, and I don't' wan to throw off your color scheme, we might want to tie this somewhere where it can't be seen. All you have to do is wear something blue, it doesn't need to be seen!" Avery carefully unzipped the back of Reagan's dress and tied it in a bow on the back of Reagan's bra.
"I have something from the Daniel's family," Aunt Sarah said stepping to stand beside Reagan. "This is a Band of Strength, and it was found in the Daniels vault a few months ago."
"I've heard of these," Reagan said, looking at the bracelet. "They were made for the wizarding families who were involved in the founding of the Ministry of Magic. There were only twenty or so made, and as far as anyone is concerned they don't exist anymore."
"Then you have also heard how strong it is," Sarah said. When Reagan didn't look convinced Aunt Sarah laughed. "You could dangle a thousand ton weight off of it and it wouldn't bend. It is naturally silver in color, but when each Band is created, the magic warps the metal into a golden color."
"Sarah, I can't accept this," Reagan said. "It belongs to the Daniels' and besides, I'm afraid I might break it if I so much as touch it."
"Reagan, you're going to be a Daniels," Sarah replied. "So its staying in the family. And as fragile as it looks, you won't break it. It's been in existence for over a thousand years. If it can sustain that long then it can handle being on your wrist. Try it, you'll see how light it is."
Reagan reluctantly slid the bracelet onto her wrist, and noticed that even thought the bracelet was a web of knitted thin metal, it felt incredibly strong and durable.
"Thank you, Sarah," Reagan said, looking up at Trevor's aunt.
"Lastly," Reagan's mum said. "I have something for you also. These are earrings made from a very rare diamond, and only wizards can mine it."
Reagan took one of the earrings into her hand. When she looked at the diamond closer, it looked silver and sparkly, but it looked like something was moving inside the diamond.
"It looks like there is a miniature galaxy inside this stone," Reagan said.
Ginny smiled. "From the heavens above. It's called an argentums Diamond, and they've been in the Prewett family for generations. My mum wore them at her wedding, and I wore them at mine, and now you can wear them at yours."
"Thank you, Mum," Reagan said and allowed her mum to put the earrings on her. She looked at herself again in the mirror and saw her ornaments from the Potter, Prewett, and Daniels families and from her friend's and families weddings.
"Thank you," Reagan said, turning to each of them. She embraced each of them individually before they left Reagan's bedroom to gather on the back sunroom.
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Eyes watched the guests gather in confusion, taking their seats after realizing that was what they needed to do. She wasn't sure what was going on, but it didn't seem that anyone did. She watched as women gathered in the room beside the back doors, and realized it must be a wedding.
Wasn't this supposed to be a family dinner? Who was getting married?
Squinting, she was able to make out an Auror uniform, and recognized the Auror as the Slytherin that Reagan had been friendly with in school. But who was the bride? She looked back at the women in the back room, and squinting again, she was able to make out the bride's face.
Have I really been gone that long?
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Reagan was trying to control her breathing. She wasn't nervous, she was just excited. She still wasn't sure if everything happening was real, and she was just waiting to wake up. She looked at herself again in the mirror, and was again thrilled with what she saw.
She had been amazed when she stepped in front of the mirrors in this dress. It had been the one. It was simple in style but was perfect. It was white, soft fabric, and it clung to her, accentuating her slim figure. It hung on the very edge of her shoulders, leaving her arms uncovered. Fabric fell from her shoulders to the floor, much like a cape, and revealed her bare shoulders. The fabric on bodice was gathered to her right side, and then fell down at an angle revealing intricate stitching. The dress wasn't bulky, and it wouldn't engulf her when she sat down. It was simple and elegant and classy. It looked like it was one white dress wrapped around another white dress with red and gold stitching. The colors of the stitching had been her favorite part, but she had kept that to herself. She was marrying a Slytherin after all!
She smiled at Ali, Lane, Erika and Avery, all in matching black dresses, the design the same as hers, with red stitching on each of their gowns. They grinned at her, each holding a small bouquet of white flowers and looking beautiful in their bridesmaid's gowns.
Reagan stepped out onto the lawn and took a deep breath. Here we go!
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Trevor cleared his throat and his impromptu wedding quests quieted down and looked at him with intrigue.
"Good evening, everyone," he began and looked out over the sea of red headed people, remarking that Reagan was one of the odd ones out in her family. There were over a hundred people who had came, and while most of them were family, Trevor spotted a few fellow Aurors, some old Hogwarts friends and Professors and a few other newer friends. "First of all, I would like to thank the Weasleys and Potters for agreeing to the change of, erm, change of dinner locations this evening. As you can see we are not just eating dinner. Now for those of you who don't know me, my name is Trevor Daniels and tonight I am going to marry Reagan Potter."
A loud murmur went through the crowd of people and everyone seemed confused about this new revelation.
"I know it might be a bit, uh, sudden and out of the blue," Trevor continued. "But I assure you we are both in our right minds and no one is making us do this. We decided that we wanted to do it as soon as possible, and since the Weasley family was already slated to have dinner together, we just invited more people and changed the location. And we added a wedding cake." The small crowd chuckled a bit and Trevor continued. "I'd like to introduce, thought you all know who he is, the father of the bride, Harry Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes at the applause from his family and friends and knew they were only clapping and cat-calling (that was definitely George) because they thought it would be funny.
"Like Trevor said, thank you all for coming, some of you on short notice. Now I have something I'd like to share with everyone and this concerns you, Trevor. This will be repeated with more professionalism and will be more official sometime next week, but since it has already been approved, I thought why not do it now, so you can be married in your new rank."
"New rank?" Trevor asked, looking at the older man.
"Trevor was recently offered a position in America, and that would give him an automatic promotion to Bird Lieutenant. Trevor has declined that offer in light of the events we are about to witness, however when I offered Trevor the position in America, I did not mention that he was up for the promotion anyway. Now after the events that transpired in the Leaky Cauldron today, which I'm sure you will all read about in the Daily Prophet and that's all that I am able to say about that, Trevor's immediate superior, Major Lance Cruz, felt that this promotion was well deserved and approved it a couple hours ago. So I am pleased to present you, Auror Daniels with the rank of Bird Lieutenant."
In his hand, Harry held two small stars of thick gold fabric. He carefully undid the ranking bars that were on Trevor's left shoulder and slid the gold star between the two bars and then repeated the process on the other shoulder.
"Now you'll have to do this again sometime next week," Harry said. "And I'm sure Reagan would love to pin you then, so for now I'll say congratulations, Trevor."
"Thank you," Trevor said and stopped before he said 'sir,' and instead said, "Harry."
Harry laughed and left Trevor standing in front of the guests once again.
"Now," Trevor said, "I would never want to get between a Weasley and his meal-"
"Smart move!" someone called from the back and everyone laughed again.
"Exactly," Trevor replied. "So, without further ado…"
Trevor stopped talking as he saw Reagan step out onto the grass. Music started from somewhere, soft violins and a flute. He wasn't sure where the music had come from, all he knew was that Reagan had never looked more beautiful and he could not take his eyes off of her. He caught her eye and she grinned, filling him with an emotion that he could only describe as pure happiness. Reagan's cousin was walking towards him, Lane, Erika and Avery following a few paces behind. The music changed again, and their wedding guests stood up to face the bride and her father as they walked down the aisle of chairs.
What seemed like an eternity, but in hindsight seemed like only a few moments, Reagan was standing beside him, still grinning. Her father kissed her cheek, and then shook Trevor's hand before placing Reagan's hand in his.
"You ready?" he whispered to her and she nodded.
"I think I was ready four years ago."
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Reagan tried not to spill all over self as she laughed at something her brother had said, blushing to the roots of her hair. Trevor laughed at the glare Reagan was giving her brother.
"Hey, he's a member of the family now, Reagan," Darenn said. "That means that all bets are off!"
"But embarrassing stories?" Reagan asked. "Do we need to rehash all these old embarrassing memories of me?"
"I thought it was cute!" Trevor said.
"You would if you weren't the three year old who had been charmed, illegally, by her older brother to start every word with a P!" Reagan cried. "I walked around for three days before Mum realized that I had some charm on me. I kept saying Pef Peters and Pourors!"
"Pef Peters and Puorors?" Trevor asked.
"Death Eaters and Aurors," Reagan replied.
"Why would a three year know what a Death Eater or an Auror was?" Trevor asked.
"Uh, have you met my dad?" Reagan asked and Darenn coughed on his drink.
"Oh yeah," Trevor said.
"No more stories, Darenn," Reagan said. "Please? At least until we've been married a month."
"An entire month and no stories?" Darenn repeated and seemed to think about it. "Oy, James! Come 'er!"
James, who was on the other side of the lawn, appeared at his brother's side instantly.
"Yes, brother-o-mine?"
"Reagan says no embarrassing stories," Darenn said. "For at least a month. Does that sound fair?"
"Nothing is ever fair," James replied. "Especially where out 'ickle sissy is concerned. Why I remember one time where she decided that she was only going to wear mine and Darenn socks and when we found out about this there was nothing we could do about it. Mum and Dad never had a problem with Darenn and me fighting things out, but we could never lay a hand on our Precious Princess Reagan here. Fact, come to think of it, she could even wack us a good one and we still couldn't defend ourselves."
Trevor was laughing uncontrollably now and Reagan was glaring hard at her eldest brother.
"I agreed with Mum and Dad," Reagan said. "You shouldn't hit a girl."
"Reagan you were never a girl," Darenn replied shaking his head. "Sisters aren't girls. They're just brothers with pigtails and-" Whatever Darenn was going to say was cut off by a swift but effective smack on the arm from his sister.
"See, and I can't hit her back!" Darenn cried, rubbing his arm.
"I'd watch out, Darenn," Trevor suggested, controlling his laughter. "She's already hit you once with wandless magic and now her own hand. I wouldn't push to see what's next."
This seemed to trigger something in Darenn's memory and he rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, and it still hurts," Darenn said.
"Since you did just get married, Reagan, Darenn and I will go easy with the stories," James said. "But after a month, you're considered fair game. And don't count yourself safe either, Trevor. Wait till she decides that she likes your socks better than her own and you find that your sock drawer has mysteriously emptied itself. Its happens on the coldest mornings, I swear."
"I have no comment," Reagan replied and this set the three of them off again. She smiled and laughed with them relieved to have a month off from childhood stories.
Suddenly there was a loud crack! followed by another and Caitlin and Nick Finch-Fletchy were standing in front of Reagan's table.
"Attention everyone!" Caitlin cried and everyone turned around to look at her. "Nick and I eloped!"
"You what?" Aunt Hermione's voice was heard from across the garden and Caitlin nodded. She looked around at everyone's amused faces and grinned.
"Yup! We got married!" she exclaimed and her gaze fell on Reagan in her wedding robes and Trevor in his dress uniform.
"Uh, what's going on?" Caitlin asked. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"Trevor and I just married also," Reagan said.
"Welcome to our reception," Trevor said. "There still food left, I think."
"You… you got married?" Caitlin asked. "Tonight?"
"Yeah," Reagan replied. "We tried to get a hold of you but, like you said, you eloped. No one knew where you were."
"You and Trevor married each other?" Caitlin asked and they nodded.
"Caitlin Evaina Weasley!" Hermione's voice came from across the garden and Caitlin winced.
"Congratulations!" Reagan called after her cousin as she made her way through the guests towards her irate mother with Nick Finch-Fletchy in tow.
Reagan could not help but giggle at her cousin's face.
"She just can't win with you around, can she?" Trevor asked.
Reagan shook her head. "The poor girl. It's not like I try to beat her at anything. If she didn't make everything a competition then maybe she wouldn't be constantly disappointed."
Trevor snickered and Reagan attempted to control her giggling.
"Reagan?"
Reagan's eyes snapped open and she stared at something past Trevor. He realized her instant change in behavior and turning to look at what had caught her attention he almost fell out of his seat.
Walking towards them was a dirty, bruised but alive Taryn Pagg.
A/N: Like I said, I have a bunch of these chapters written, I just need to edit them and reread through them and then they go up. I am eager to get this fic finished and now that I can see the light I have resorted faith. Oh, and sorry for the cliff. EE