Engaging
Dreams Forever to be Denied
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.
Lily stood there, her hands clutching the bouquet of white roses to her chest.
The bells of the church rang loud, one, two, three.
Sara smiled and winked at Lily to reassure her.
Then Sirius took her by the arm and they headed out just behind a little girl Lily didn't know, she was somehow related to James. The little girl had pretty brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, which reminded Lily of someone, though she couldn't remember exactly who. She wore a cute little red dress that bordered on pink and she twirled cutely as she threw about rose petals that fluttered to the ground, though they had yet to begin the wedding.
The fourth bell rang, then the fifth.
It was time.
Music began softly as the flower girl twittered about, letting loose her fluttering tail of petals.
The bride's maids and the groom's men followed, lastly went Sara and Sirius, the Maid of Honor and the Best Man.
The other couples included Sapphire and Rose, one of James's cousins, both wearing the same red dress as Sara though neither pulled it off quite like she did, and Peter and Remus, both looking dashing in their black suits.
James was standing just out of sight, already at the altar, he had decided to stand there the entire ceremony, anxiously awaiting Lily's arrival.
The couples set out at a slow pace, each one walking tentatively in the expensive suits and gowns, except Sara, who didn't really seem to care about the cost of her clothing, but Sirius's slow steps forced her to keep from running into any of the other members of the wedding party. Though this did not help her mood, Sara was never a patient person, always wanting to go as fast as she could.
The three couples reached the alter and split to their designated sighs, the men kissing the hands of the women as they parted, all three of them seeming very chivalrous, Sara seeming unladylike when she rolled her eyes at Sirius's courting.
Lily didn't know what to make of the couple, sometimes they seemed intimate, well, Sirius always did, but Sara sometimes seemed a total stranger to even Lily. It was like sometimes…she forgot who she was.
The thought vanished from her mind when she realized that it was her turn to walk down the white carpet, that it was her turn to walk slowly and deliberately, that it was finally her turn to get married.
She took a deep breath and set out, a few flashes going off as she walked slowly, though they weren't really supposed to be taking pictures.
But Lily didn't even notice.
Her eyes were locked with the blue ones of the man she loved.
He smiled as he saw her, pride in his eyes. She would finally be his. She would always be his. They were going to share the same name, have lots of children, and one day, when they were tired with living, they would die in each others' arms, two decrepit old bags used to badgering their children and spoiling their grandchildren. That was his dream.
Lily was almost in tears, this was the day she had waited for all her life. This was the day she would look back on when she thought of James, this would be the day she would curse when she was in labor, this would be the day she would never forget. She saw the man in front of her, and for once really saw him as the man he was, not the boy she had known throughout their schooling. This was James Potter. And soon she would share that name, and they would pass it on to their children.
She reached the altar, Dumbledore released her arm and lifted her veil. He wasn't her father, but he might as well have been.
"Good luck, sweet one, and long life. I wish only love and happiness for you always." He whispered in her ear, and then walked away, leaving her to James.
Lily took another deep breath as James came down to take her arm and lead her the rest of the short distance to the altar and the priest who waited there.
The priest went onto one of the most famous speeches in America, for they had decided to have the wedding along Pismo Beach, though they had settled for a large church not far away when they had found that it would be raining today.
Lily stared at the man, he was doing the one thing she had wanted since sixth year, he was eternally binding she and James together.
James stared at Lily, she would really be his, the damn priest just had to finish his mumbo jumbo and she would be his forevermore.
"Do you, James, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…" he began, but James didn't hear much.
"I do," he replied, then realized he may have done it a touch too soon, but the priest took in stride, it seemed that many people did that.
"And do you, Lily, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold," Lily stole a look at James, "…until death do you part?" the priest asked.
"I do," she smiled.
The priest closed his book, Sara murmured something along the lines of, "You'd think he'd have it memorized by now," and said, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
He didn't need to tell James twice. He instantly took possession of Lily's sweet lips, wrapping his arms about her waist, her arms coming up to circle his neck, her bouquet still hanging in one hand.
James didn't really care about the rest of the night with the reception, though Lily made a big deal about it. She was happy, and that made him happy.
She loved the toasts and even made a few herself, constantly raising her glass of sparkling cider, though Sara grumbled about preferring butter beer.
James made a few as well, seeing as how this would be the perfect time, and sending a few thank-yous in a few important directions.
The flower girl and the ring bearer got in a fight halfway through and both had to be changed out of their muddy outfits, though neither seemed to mind.
As the night winded down to an end, there was one more surprise.
At the end of one of the slow dances Peter had gotten down on one knee and looked up into Sapphire's eyes to ask a familiar question, "Will you marry me?" he asked.
Sapphire was thrilled and she pulled him up to give him a big kiss as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Lily smiled at the happy couple, Sapphire really did bring out the best in him.
James took her hand and they danced the final dance and then waited to see everyone happy and gone.
Then he took her to the home he had bought as a wedding present for her and carried her through the threshold, though she was going through fits of giggles the entire time.
He made passionate love to her that night, and it seemed to last all night long and all the way into the afternoon.
Lily's last thoughts before she fell asleep in her lover's arms were of the two of them together.
She imagined that they would have many kids, four or five at least, then they would raise them up proper. Their children would get married and provide lots of grandchildren that she would love just as much as she would love her children.
Then, when they had nothing left to do, they would sit together, two elderly persons with 911 on speed dial, under the stars, see a comet shoot by, make a final wish before they fell asleep together to never wake again.