Disclaimer: Obviously all the wonderful characters and names belong to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I could only hope to be half the author she is, but here's my humble work of fan fiction anyway.
I step up to the doors at the back of the hall. Any minute now Lily will come out of her chambers and take my hand. Since her father died she had no one to walk her down the aisle. She asked and I accepted the job without hesitation.
Right now I'm having my doubts as to whether I can do this.
I saw her earlier. She had her gown on and was about to affix her veil when she caught me standing in the doorway. She is a vision of loveliness – there are no words. Maybe radiant. Perfection. Even the mirror said so. She ran (as best she could in her gown) to me and gave me a warm hug. We traded compliments, and for half a moment I could pretend it was me she loved. She asked about James and I promised to check on him, which I did and now I'm back and waiting as the line of bridesmaids moves up the aisle.
Here she comes. She doesn't' seem nervous at all – she's so calm and serene. This is the completion of a dream for her, I can tell. Now we're moving down the aisle. Towards her new life. Towards James.
How I wish I could be free to shape my life like they are. How I wish I could find a love and embrace it with everything I have.
How I wish I were James Potter.
James grabs life with both hands and refuses to let go. He is so free and open. He loves life and he loves Lily, and he shows that capacity for love everyday. That's why she loves him so.
I want Lily Evans to love me. Lily was the first person I outright told that I was a werewolf. James and Sirius and Peter figured it out and confronted me. Lily eventually figured it out as well, but she patiently waited for me to be ready to share my secret – she never pushed. She accepted it as a part of me no questions asked. She is kind and understanding and I love her for that. But I never had the courage to say it. And not she loves James and it's too late.
Okay Remus we're there. Time to put the game face on.
I listen as the minister gives his speech about love and its constancy. I say the right words at the right time, and place the hand of the woman of my dream's into James' hand and step back. I do this because in truth I don't want to separate James and Lily – they are a ray of hope in these troubled times.
And because she doesn't love me that way.