: Heeeey ya'll! Don't you just want to Punjab me for keeping you all waiting? Well, I've been a bit depressed (and lazy) lately. But now, I'm back on track and I'm gonna put up as many chapters as soon as I can….but there's not much left to do since the story's gonna be ending soon (snifflesand falls to knees) NOOOOOOO! POR QUE? Okay, let me shut my rambling and let's get on with the story…Oh yeah, I don't own nothing (which sux) except for Anastasia (which doesn't sux so much)

Chapter 13: The Ceremony

Anastasia slowly placed the white wedding veil on her head and let the impeccably perfect white lace fall in front of her masked face. She turned to the mirror and smiled. She looked the same (if not better) than she did 5 years ago. She looked closely in the mirror and ran her fingers along her neck, which were covered in numerous red hickeys and purplish bruises; her lips were bruised as well and there were red marks around her wrists. She smirked slightly. When it came to sex, Sirius wasn't abusive, but DAMN! Was he ever passionate!

A knock echoed behind Anastasia and she turned to see Sirius donned in his Phantom ensemble. Her heart filled with love, happiness, and for some strange reason, fear and doubt. No, she wasn't getting cold feet. Why would she? No, the thing that was really bothering her was the major risk they were taking by getting married in such a manner. What if they were caught? What if they were ambushed? But logic was overrun by instinct. Nothing felt more right or made more sense to Anastasia then this. She just knew that she and Sirius had to get married, so help her God.

"Bonjour, mon amour!" Sirius said jovially.

"Good morning, my love," Anastasia responded as she placed a quick kiss on his lips and turned back to the mirror to try and cover up the blemishes from hers and Sirius'…rendezvous the previous evening. No sooner had Anastasia's back turned to Sirius did he roughly grab her shoulders, turned her violently around, pulled her to the curve of his body, and put his lips to her jugular. Anastasia let out a small scream of surprise at this sudden libidinous outburst. She placed her hands on the back of hi head to better brace herself. "Sirius!" she gasped.

"Hmm?" he murmured as his hands slid up and down Anastasia's sides. Her body melted against his as she tilted her head back moaned as Sirius' kisses became more fervent and his fingers danced along her thighs.

"Oh God! S-Sirius!" Anastasia yelled.

"Anastasia," Sirius whispered so closely into her ear she could feel his lips moving slowly against it. He now took her into his arms in a tight embrace. Anastasia buried her face in Sirius' chest and inhaled a mesmerizing scent.

"Sirius?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't the same cologne you were wearing that night is it?"

"I was hoping you'd notice!" Sirius laughed.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" she shouted. They both laughed heartily for along time until Sirius cupped Anastasia's chin in his hands and tilted her head up so that her chocolate brown eyes met with his fathomless grey ones.

"My angel." he whispered.

Anastasia stared curiously at Sirius, "You've never called me that before."

"Well, look at you!" he said turning her once more towards the mirror. It was true, Anastasia did indeed look like an angel. So much in fact, you would've thought wings would sprout from her back (A smile flittered across her lips as she noticed another red mark slowly developing on her neck). Behind her, however, Sirius looked more like a fallen angel. His dark appearance made him look exceedingly mysterious, sexy, and seductive. As they stood in front of the mirror, entwined in each others arms, they looked as though they were God's child and Satan's angel. (NOTE: I got that line from the new 50 cent cd. "The Massacre" in stores now! Go buy it or face my squirrelly wrath!..Lemme shut up) Anastasia was quickly brought back to Earth by the sound of Sirius' voice.

"So, are you ready?"

Anastasia looked at him and said, "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Excellent! Let's go!" And with that, Sirius grabbed her hands and on his count, the two Disaperated with a loud crack. The young lovers appeared in the middle of a dark and dank alleyway. Sirius led Anastasia to the front of a large gothic cathedral; It's many turrets towered over the both of them. The sound of church bells echoed through the air. As they entered the cathedral, the first thing that caught Anastasia's eyes was a large crucifix with a dying man nailed to it. She quickly crossed herself and uttered a small prayer.

"Please let everything go alright."

As she and Sirius made their way down the aisle, Anastasia took notice to a man who was standing at the alter, apparently waiting for them.

"Good day, Father Nicholas!" Sirius said cheerfully.

Father Nicholas gave Sirius and Anastasia and odd look, obviously shocked at the fact that he would be marrying two strangers dressed very unusually and in masks!

"Er," he said uncertainly, " y-you aren't Mr. Black and Ms. Summers?

"Yes, indeed we are. So I suggest we get down to business," Sirius said pointedly.

"Er, um…yes, of course," the Father said taking out the ceremonial sermon traditionally heard in weddings (NOTE: My version sucks people, so please bear with it), "Ahem…Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two souls in holy matrimony." Anastasia's eyebrows furled and she stared around the church; it was completely empty. Who was the priest talking to?

"Sirius," Anastasia whispered to him, "why is the Father going through the whole sermon? It's only us three in here!"

"Sorry Anya, but it's the only way that the wedding can be legit. He has to go through the whole thing."

"And how long is this going to take?"

"Um..about an hour."

Anastasia smiled and said, "Then I'll cherish every second." Sirius grinned back and grasped her hand within his own. The ceremony proceeded as planned; they exchanged their vows and placed the rings on each others fingers. Towards the end, Father Nicholas announced to the vacant church, "If anybody here believes that these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Anastasia snorted with laughter, "Does this priest have an ounce of common sense?" She was just contemplating this when the doors to the church flung open and Anastasia's eyes turned to see nothing less, the one thing that had been eating away at her fears since last night.

A swarm of about 15 ministry officials were filing inside of the church, their wands pointed at Anastasia, Sirius, and Father Nicholas, who let out a loud scream, fell instantly to his knees and began praying animatedly. Sirius gripped Anastasia's shoulders and whispered to her, "We're leaving-now!" She nodded, showing that she understood and she closed her eyes to Apparate…but nothing happened. She tried a few more times, but she and Sirius were still in the church. Anastasia began to panic slightly

"We're not Apparating! Why aren't we Apparating?"

"Don't even try getting out of this one," a voice rang out, "there are Inescapable Charms on the entire building. Seems to me that you two are trapped." Bartemius Crouch stepped in front of the small crowd of people with a triumphant smile on his face.

"How'd you find us, Barty?" Sirius snarled.

"Simple," Crouch said, "We received an anonymous tip that you were going to come to this very church the following morning."

Anastasia's foot shot out and kicked Sirius in the shin. She hissed at him, "I thought you said that they didn't know who you were!"

"Well, it certainly seemed that way!" Sirius shot a dirty look at the Father praying behind them. Anastasia looked fearfully at Barty Crouch, who was still grinning madly. They were so screwed.

"Noble! DeJesus! Apprehend Romeo and Juliet over there. Sherwood! Crespo! Take the muggle to have his memory modified," Crouch ordered and four women stepped out of the crowd. Two of the younger women went to arrest Sirius and Anastasia, the other two went to get Father Nicholas, who was still praying furiously on the floor.

"Sir," Crespo said, softly, "sir, you're going to have to come with us."

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name…"

"Uh, please if you would just…"

"…Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread…"

"Please, we just want to…"

"LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION AND DELIVER US FROM EVIL!"

"Okay, Elizabeth," Sherwood said, "Move aside." With that, she reared a half empty water bottle over her head and brought it crashing down on Father Nicholas' head. He instantly stopped praying and whimpering and slumped, unconscious on the ground.

"Alice…what did you just do" Crespo asked.

"Had to shut him up, somehow," Sherwood answered shortly, "At least now we don't to worry about modifying his memory."

"True." Crespo said simply.

In that meantime, Anastasia and Sirius were struggling against their captors, DeJesus and Noble. As they passed Barty Crouch, he smirked at the both of them and said, "Take them to the Ministry, where someone else will deal with them. They're to be taken immediately to Azkaban prison from there."

"WHAT?" Sirius roared, his face taut with anger, "You can't just drag us to Azkaban! Anastasia's innocent! She didn't do anything! And don't I have the right to a fair trial?"

"Ah, but you see, you had your chance for a fair trial, Mr. Black, but you…"

"NO, HE DIDN'T!" Anastasia now yelled at the top of her lungs, "You were going to drag him off to Azkaban if I hadn't come in, you stupid, wretched man! How could you be so unjust? I swear, you would send you own son to jail if…"

"SILENCE!" Crouch thundered and a stony silence fell over the church. Bells could be heard echoing again. Crouch walked slowly up to Anastasia and grabbed her face roughly. Sirius let out a cry and tried to break free from Noble's grip, but it was no good. Crouch pulled Anastasia's face mere centimeters from his, his putrid breath meeting her face, "Don't you dare speak to me of justice. I am the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I know more about justice than anyone at the entire ministry. So, my dear, don't you ever speak to me of what you do not know." Crouch let her go and hissed at the two ministry officials, "Get them out of here."

With that, Noble and DeJesus dragged Anastasia and Sirius to a back room of the church, which sort of appeared like a living room. Inside was a fireplace. Out of her pocket, DeJesus pulled out a handful of Floo Powder. The two threw Sirius and Anastasia into the grate, they laughed malevolently at the sight of the two.

"Hope you have a nice trip!" DeJesus cackled.

"We heard Azkaban is exquisite at this time of the year!" Noble said maliciously.

As the rancorous laughter of the two women rang throughout the room, Anastasia and Sirius were devoured in a rush of green fire; they were doomed.

:Ahhhh! I would like to dedicate this chapter to the hardest English teacher ever, Miss Sherwood, who almost hit the new student with a half empty water bottle because everyone thought she was psycho and bisexual. She was coming on to Ms. Sherwood. Lol…you get it! And this chapter is also dedicated to my World History and H.R. teacher, Miss Crespo. She's the most "flippin sweetest" teacher ever. What other teacher says that "Napoleon Dynamite" is their favorite movie? Didn't think so! Okay…please review! Okay, I love you, buh-bye!