Disclaimer: OK, you really should know by now that nothing but Bryn belongs to me.

Chapter 27 - The Wedding: It was the first week of July. Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour were about to be married. Bryn and Harry had gone to the Burrow together, Bryn bringing Harry via Side-Along Apparition. The two black-haired teens were in Ron's room with Ron and Hermione, talking about their plans. They were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Charlie, the second oldest Weasley brother. "Guys, get downstairs. Mum's going spare over the rehearsal dinner." Everyone flinched; Mrs. Weasley was someone to steer clear of when she was upset.

Despite Mrs. Weasley's worries, the rehearsal went well. Everyone who had a part to play pulled it off, and the day ended on a high note.

The next morning, Bryn watched from Ginny's room as Mr. Weasley, Charlie, and the twins set up the altar and seats outside - Bill was forbidden to help. She turned around. Ginny and Hermione were still asleep. Five minutes later, Mrs. Weasley came in to wake the girls. They quickly dressed. Ginny was wearing pale gold robes for her role as bridesmaid. Hermione's robes were powder blue, and Bryn's were jade green.

They went downstairs. Ginny went in the living room with the other bridesmaids. Bryn and Hermione headed out back and took their seats. Harry and Ron were not with them; both boys were groomsmen (Harry taking the place of Percy, who hadn't even shown up). Hermione got into a conversation with Tonks, who was next to the brunette, with Lupin on the Metamorphmagus' other side. Bryn noticed that Lupin was trying to catch her eye; but she pretended not to notice. Instead she turned to the girl next to her; unfortunately, the girl didn't speak English. So Bryn waited in silence for the ceremony to begin.

Music began playing, seemingly from nowhere. The wedding procession started. Ron came first with Ginny, followed by Harry with Fleur's sister Gabrielle. The twins and Charlie followed, each with a girl on their arm. Then Fleur appeared with her father. Everyone stood. The pair walked down the aisle, where Mr. Delacour handed Fleur over to Bill. The man presiding over the wedding cleared his throat.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of this man and woman in holy matrimony." The ceremony went off without a hitch. Bill and Fleur had written their own vows, which were the sort that made many of the women, including both mothers, tear up.

The reception was a lot of fun. The food was a delicious mix of English and French cuisine. Bryn was used to the English food by now, and was willing to try some of the French stuff, though she avoided the snails. How anyone could eat those things, Bryn didn't know. She shuddered at the very idea.

"Looks like those two have finally got their act together, eh?" Harry muttered in her ear, pointing at Ron and Hermione, who had been dancing together for quite a while. Bryn laughed.

"Sure did," she responded dryly. She laughed again when Gabrielle showed up and shyly asked Harry to dance. Harry looked nervous, but seemed unable to resist the pleading look the young girl gave her. Bryn looked for Ginny, who had been dragged into a dance by one of Fleur's male cousins.

"Would the Yankee grace me with a dance?" asked someone behind her. Bryn looked over at George Weasley. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. He and his brother had begun calling her 'Yankee' at Christmas, to her great annoynace.

"Sure, though if you keep calling me 'Yankee' I might hex you instead."

She had two dances with George, who, unlike his brother, had come dateless. Fred had brought a girl named Angelina Johnson, one of their former classmates, as well as a previous Gryffindor Chaser/Captain. She also found herself handed over to Charlie Weasley, the only other Weasley male to come solo, as well as Fleur's cousin Julien. She didn't mind; she liked dancing, and if now and then she wished she was dancing with a dark, blue-eyed Slytherin instead, well, no one would hear her admit it.

She had slipped away from Julien; who, to her chagrin, seemed interested in a bit more than a dance, when she quite literally ran into Lupin. We have got to stop meeting like this, Bryn thought dryly.

"Hi, Mr. Lupin," she said politely.

"Bryn. May I talk to you for a moment?" Bryn frowned, puzzled.

"Sure. What's up?"

"I wanted to apologize. I deliberately lied to you, and avoided answering Harry when he asked about Jazlyn. He's already asked me about that, and told me that you know the whole story now. You see, your mother had a friend of hers - a woman by the name of Xiaojun Chen, I believe - send me a letter after her death. So I knew she'd chosen to keep your paternity a secret, and I was following her wishes. Also..."

"It was hard for you to talk about the others," Bryn cut in. "I understand. It's all right."

"Good," said Lupin. He looked relieved. "Ah, just a suggestion. Nym - er, Tonks says that her mother was quite fond of Jazlyn. They were cousins. Tonks saw her as an aunt. I think she told Andromeda about you, and she wanted to talk if you got the chance."

"Oh, thanks," Bryn said, fighting a smirk. Nym, hmm? Oh, this was interesting.

"Uh, Professor?" she said, walking over to Tonks, who laughed.

"Just Tonks. I'm not coming back next year; got to go back to being an Auror. I think you're getting some other person from my department for next year. So, Remus talked to you?"

"Yeah. You knew my mom?"

"Mm-hmm. She always came at Christmas. I remember the one year, she was talking to my mother about something to do with Sirius and his brother Regulus, when Sirius himself showed up. She was so flustered. It was funny. I liked Aunt Jazlyn - she wasn't my aunt, but I called her that. I saw you once too. She let me hold you for a minute. I was a kid; I got a real kick out of it." They both laughed.

"Sounds like Mom. She loved kids, and I always thought she should get married, have a few more. I hated being an only child."

"So did I. It's so boring... but at least you always have your own room." Tonks winked and Bryn laughed.

The two young women talked a bit more, before Lupin came to ask Tonks for a dance - Bryn had to run off quickly so she didn't get hysterical. She told Ginny and Hermione about it, and they were both pleased, though they went into peals of laughter over the 'Nym' thing.

Bryn and Harry Disapparated the next morning. When they got to Surrey, Bryn actually met the Dursleys. Harry had invited her in. Mr. Dursley demanded to know who she was. "She's my godfather's daughter, and she's just like him," said Harry innocently. The big man blanched. His wife looked terrified, and their son squeaked and ran off. Harry and Bryn went upstairs, where she demanded to know what that had been about.

"Well, I told them Sirius was an escaped convict, which is true. I just... neglected to say he was innocent." Bryn cracked up.

She didn't stay long, and then she went back to her small apartment. She looked over at the two cauldrons she'd set up. One had a simmering, blood-red liquid inside - the Calling Spell potion. It had to brew for over a month before it was ready. The other cauldron was empty still; Bryn was going to use that for the Animagus potion, but that one didn't need to brew as long. She checked the candle she was going to use for the Calling Spell. It was a tall, fat white taper, with runes carved into the wax and colored black. Except for the potion, everything was ready on that score. Bryn sighed. The next few weeks were going to be busy as she finished what she had to do.

A/N: R&R!