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She was wearing silver that spring morning.
They'd been parted since dawn, when she left his flat to be at The Burrow, to see that the bride got into her dress. Remus had met Harry at Number 12, tying the tie under his robes for him in the hall then lit with hazy morning sunshine. Ronald was whistling Mrs. Robinson as he skipped down the stairs, his own tie askew and his left hand already banded in gold. He'd paused on the last step, looking at Remus and Harry and tilting his head,
"Where did I hear that tune?"
Remus chuckled, "First time? Right on those stairs,"
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In the Weasley's garden, the orphan who'd inherited Grimmauld Place and a fate nobody thought he would live through married his best mate's little sister. Remus had to admit, Ginny made a pretty little bride, her mother's younger self returned to this earth. But it was her attendant, standing between her and Hermione, who held his gaze through the ceremony. Lithe and willowy and flowing in a color that was somewhere between Sage and Silver, Luna had grown into her height, ever luminous in the sunshine.
They sat among Molly Weasley's roses that night, paper lanterns swinging with faeries and fireflies above their heads. Luna set herself across Remus' knees, head on his shoulder, the breeze blowing her hair and chiffon bits to tickle his cheek, as they watched the new Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter dance on the grass, along with a score of other guests.
"It is good to see a wedding," Luna noted dreamily, eyes sliding shut. An obvious bit of information, yet still, said with the conviction of someone who'd seen far too much pain on the faces of her friends. Remus nodded. They all had, those gathered there for the party.
"You looked lovely today," He replied softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. Luna smiled, eyes still closed,
"And you ever so dashing," She murmured back dramatically, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the mingled scent of roses, spring and her dearest, "Really, together we are a lethal pair of lovelies," Remus positively snorted,
"I felt old," He said wryly, as Ginny's laugh floated over the party. He smiled again, turning his head a bit toward his young lady love, "You know I seem to recall an evening far too like this one to make this anything less than destined," The werewolf noted hazily, linking fingers with her, "There was a darling redhead, a moppy boy in spectacles that no one thought would live to see twenty, and I was in the corner in much this same position…"
Luna opened her eyes, grinning, "And would Sirius have looked as divine in this dress?" Remus grinned back,
"Red was more his color, silver would have washed him out," He said softly, kissing her cheek. And then he sighed…sailing on with his silver girl. Lifting their linked hands, Remus ran his thumb along the back of her perfectly smooth white hand, with one so crossed with matching white scars, "Your hand deserves the finest ring, Moon-girl," He murmured, "Silver, moonstone and diamonds. You should find yourself a man who could meet this need."
"I have enough rings," Luna whispered back, reaching with her free hand to brush at his hair fondly, "Plastic rubies and garnets and diamonds from candy machines," She grinned, "And a Professor who brings me bouquets of mint and quills and smells like new parchment,"
It was Remus' turn to shut his eyes, letting out a sigh, a rather blissful look upon his face. It was a look most had gotten used to seeing, but it was still heartening to anyone. Remus Lupin was a happy man, "How do you feel about Midsummer's Eve?"
"I think I would be highly in favor of it," Luna replied, serious and dreamy and drunk on the evening. Slowly, she grinned, as she realized what her initials would soon be, "I must get Ginny to start calling me Lu-Lu!" Remus laughed aloud, the sound echoing over the garden…
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They walked over the fields that night, under the waning moon, to see the house that was now in possession of the Moon Girl, now that she had left school behind her. The mint was still growing, the porch swing her father had made still swinging softly in the night time breeze, by whispering trees and the distant thrum of the Otter River. They sat there until a blue morning before dawn, talking about when they would live there together. Distant visions arriving, of late nights before a hearth reading, cocoa at midnight, a bed piled with quilts in the winter, owls sent to and from work places, and a little girl resembling an elf waiting in the dewy mornings for Icarus to fly over the mint patch, with birthday wishes from her grandparents somewhere above.
Luna fell asleep on his shoulder dreaming, but Remus willed himself awake for as long as he could, wondering at fate. Wondering at the guiding spirit that had urged him to comfort a grieving moon child. He looked up at that constant, returning moon, which seemed to be making up for so many wrongs it had done against him.
Remember me to one who lives there, thus, in the house with the mint growing in the garden, and the girl with intangible wings waiting.
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Author's Notes: Oh le sigh! It feels so good to finish a story, and yet I know I will miss it too. Worry not though, I highly doubt I am done with the pairing of Luna and Remus, and I am most certainly not done with Harry Potter fanfic. Thank you SO much to everyone who wrote reviews! They really inspired me to keep going. And...well, I guess this did sort of become one flowing story, hehe.
