This is part of the Sleeping With Snivellus "world" - if you can call it that. You'll know where they all come from within the story, it's pretty obvious. They are all short, but I hope you enjoy them anyway.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: domestic abuse, abusive relationships, mentions of suicide, rape (though not explicitly), and probably a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. Please don't read this if any of these things are triggers.

Before anyone reads on, I want to say that I have never experienced anything that is written down in these chapters, from suicide to abusive relationships. I apologise profusely if you feel that I have poorly depicted anything that is covered, but I took narrative license (if that's what it's called) and created a story within my mind. Please don't read on if you think that I shouldn't be writing anything about any of these subjects and think that I have done an injustice to the struggle that anyone suffering from these things endures. I also want to add that if you are struggling with any of these things, please, please, reach out to someone.

Disclaimer: what's JK Rowling's is JK Rowling's and Begin Again (Taylor's Version) is Taylor Swift's

Please review and I hope you like it

Promising to Prongs (around 3 years after SwS)

I dream of Severus Snape. I don't know whether it's because I'm sleeping without James for the first time in two and a half years, but I dream of Snape. It's not flashbacks like I've experienced before, instead, it's a true, proper dream. I don't know what to make of it.

I'm wearing bride's white, floating down the aisle, the man who shattered me before James helped me get myself back together standing at the end. Severus is wearing a black tux, a smile – identical to his ten-year-old self's smile – painted across his face. There's nothing evil on his face, and his eyes are open and beautiful.

Tears fill my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. My steps quicken as I almost run down the aisle towards him. I can't wait to see him like this up close.

But, as I come closer, that innocent expression drops off his face. There's nothing I can do to stop my movement as I near him, his face getting darker with every step I make. When I reach the top of the aisle, there's nothing resembling the boy I once knew – the boy I'd seen before – in his face. Instead, I recognise his face as the one I'd been acquainted with about three years.

Terror floods through me, but I still can't stop. His hand lashes out, latching onto my wrist, trapping me. My breaths are coming fast and hard, the tears of joy turning to tears of anguish and fear.

As Severus opens his mouth, I jerk upright, out of the dream – out of the nightmare. I'm choking down air, desperately wishing for James. It's times like these when I need him, when only he can possibly calm me down, pull me properly out of my mind.

Almost on cue, my phone starts ringing. With shaking hands, I grab it from the nightstand, pressing the green button and the speaker without seeing who it is. I physically can't speak, unable to answer.

And then… 'Hey, Lils,' James's voice floats through the phone, just his soft tone stilling my beating heart.

I try to choke out a word, but nothing comes out.

James sighs gently. 'It's pretty hard, isn't it? To be without each other? I haven't been able to get to sleep.'

Still, my tongue, my mouth, doesn't seem to work. I move nearer to the phone, lying down next to it to be as close to his voice as possible.

'Did you manage to sleep?' He pauses, waiting to see if I can answer, then continues, 'Did you dream of him?'

Curling around the phone, I allow the tears to fall, wrenching out of me with loud sobs.

'Oh, Lils.' There's genuine pain in his voice. 'I wish I was there right next to you. I love you so much, and you know I'll be at the other end of that aisle, grinning at you like the big idiot I am.'

His words just make me cry harder.

'Do you remember the lyrics you're walking down the aisle to? They keep going around my head. "And for the first time / What's past is past". Sounds pretty good, right? I was listening to a different song as well recently. Another Taylor Swift one, unsurprisingly, but Padfoot introduced me to it. It's called "invisible string"; it's about soulmates. It felt pretty… right. Also, I've had an idea.'

Finally, I manage to say, 'What idea?' It's weak, but, somehow, like he always does, James hears it.

He breathes a sigh of relief. 'Merlin, what a beautiful voice.' I smile softly. What a beautiful man. 'Anyway,' he continues, 'I was thinking we come back here for a bit. I don't just wanna leave. I think we come back to our flat and hang round with our friends for a while. You can keep on your wedding dress, if you want, but we just relax. A little bit of normality in a completely unnormal day. What'd you think?'

'I love it.'

'Yay,' James says, his voice quietening, 'Sorry, I think Sirius just got up. I don't understand why our friends are so determined to make us follow the stupid wedding traditions.'

'I don't know, I kind of like it.' I pull my duvet over me, tucking myself into the warmth as I try to capture every moment with James whispering over the phone to me. I've never known I can be loved so completely.

James chuckles. 'Of course. Are you ready for tomorrow?'

'I am now. A lifetime with you… nothing could be better.'

'You're gonna make me tear up, Lils.' He sniffs dramatically.

Laughing, I roll my eyes. 'Don't be such a baby.'

'Wow. Rude.'

'I can picture you clapping a hand to your chest in mock-offence.'

He chokes on air. 'I –'

My smile cannot seem to leave my face. 'We should both get some sleep.'

'That's disappointing. I was planning on staying up all night talking to you.'

'You'd run out of things to talk about.'

'With you? Never.' He sounds so certain of it. I don't deserve him.

'Goodnight, James.' I lean over to cancel the call, however reluctantly.

'Goodnight, my love.'

It's the first time James has called me that. I don't even have time to comment on it before he ends the call. He… "my love". I'm not even sure he knew what he was saying. And yet, it has made my year. I want to be his love forever and ever and ever. I want that term of endearment every day. I want to wake up to "my love" and fall asleep with those words ringing in my ears. I want every "honey", "darling", "dear", "babe", "sweetheart" or "my love" that James has. I want every nickname, every little comment, every… just everything. And I want him to have my everything.

So, when I drift off to sleep, it's not Severus I dream of. I dream of James, my fiancé, my husband-to-be, my love.

We're in Stinchcombe (I recognise the house instantly), and I'm dancing around the kitchen, a dress swirling around me as I spin. James is standing by the stove, making dinner and watching me with so much love in his eyes that I forget to breathe. I have to twist my head to keep my eyes on him.

My hands drift towards my stomach, and I realise it's not flat. Not even slightly. I'm pregnant, with James and I's child. Pure, unadulterated joy rushes through me.

Before I can even begin to comprehend this, two small kids dash into the room, joining me in my dance. They're laughing, grinning, loving every minute of life. James and I have children.

The eldest's a boy, almost an exact replica of James, except for bright green eyes – just like mine. The other child – a girl – begins to sing, waving her hands in the air as she moves around me, looking up at me for approval. I simply grin at her. She has red curls, like mine, plaited back, but James's eyes, James's grin. The grin that has utterly captured my heart.

These children are perfect, and I can imagine what a wonderful life James and I would have with them. They'd have aunts and uncles in Marley, Mary, Dorcas, Remus, Sirius, Regulus, Alice and Frank, and probably be best friends with whatever children Alice and Frank have. I can just see our future.

Looking back over at James, I stretch out a hand, desperately wanting to dance with him. He smiles at me, turning the stove down, and pulls me close. Our kids still move around us, unbothered by James and I. As I lean against his chest, the music finally registers. A Whole New World. The very song that will be our first dance because we're still Disney-loving idiots (especially James). I love it.

'LILY!'

I jerk awake, out of that wonderful dream, to see Marley standing at the door, hands on her hips. 'Up!'

Rubbing my eyes, I allow myself to smile, feeling my phone pressing into my leg from where I left it last night. 'I'm getting married today.'

Marley grins. 'Exactly why you need to get up, bride-to-be. Alice just arrived, though why she couldn't have bothered to sleep over a mystery. Honestly, just because she's married.'

Alice and Frank married just over a year ago. It had caused (and still causes) great hilarity that the group chat's name for her had been correct. It's nice that James and I won't be the only married couple in our group.

'Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute. You can start making breakfast, if you want.' I smile as Marley begrudgingly leaves, then pull out my phone. A text lights up my screen.

James (the best fiance ever - so he says) 3

James: see you at the other end of the aisle 3

Lily: i love you 3

Getting out of bed, I put my phone on charge and pull on my dressing gown. As I walk out the bedroom door, I'm confronted with all the girls – Marley, Mary, Dorcas and Alice – standing around the kitchen counter, whispering. The sight is terrifying to say the least.

Their heads snap up when I walk out, all their expressions becomingly eerily similar in mock-innocence. I narrow my eyes. 'What's going on?'

'Nothing,' they chorus, and my suspicions grow.

'I don't believe you.'

A look is exchanged between all of them before Alice says, 'We were planning to say this – and give this to you – later when we were all dressed up, but, considering you've seen right through us, maybe we should do it now.'

Dread settles in my stomach. They're going to say that they can't be friends with me, that this is all too hard. Or maybe that they think that James doesn't deserve me, that I should leave now so I don't break his heart. Or maybe Severus has somehow sent a threat, or managed to get into the wedding. Maybe it's all over. Maybe this wonderful life I've been leading is about to come shattering down. What if this were all a dream and Severus is about to wake me up and I'll go back to living the life that still haunts me? Is that even possible?

Marley clearly sees all these thoughts flickering through my head; she rushes over, pulling me into a tight hug. And then, as she's still got me clasped in her arms, whacks me around the head.

'Ow!' I pull back, rubbing the back of my head. 'What was that for?'

'For thinking all those stupid thoughts, especially on your wedding day. You absolute idiot.'

I try to act offended, but the façade quickly fades, replaced by a grin. 'Only you could make that sounds nice and sweet, Marls.'

She tosses her hair. 'It's a skill.'

Mary claps her hands, rubbing them together. 'Now, let's get down to business.'

'To defeat the huns,' the rest of sing, unable to not complete the lyrics.

Unfortunately, it starts a Thing. It's impossible to stop singing I'll Make A Man Out Of You until it's finished. Which wastes another two minutes.

Alice glances over at her phone as we finish. 'The boys are jealous we did a singalong without them.' She grins at our confused faces. 'Apparently, we sing loudly enough that they could hear us across the hall.'

'Unless they've got their door open.' I walk across the room, intending to open the door and check whether the boys have left theirs ajar, but Dorcas yanks me back before I can make it four steps.

'What?' I screech.

'You can't see James!'

'Stupid rule,' I mutter under my breath

Dorcas clearly hears me. She raises a brow, ignoring the comment. No one else notices, and Alice takes my hand, pulling me over to the sofa. 'Listen,' she says, 'we just wanted to say that you're amazing. Seriously, you're the sweetest person, and I don't know how you manage to be so happy after everything that's happened to you. We all admire you so much, and I, personally, can't imagine life without you.'

A lump forms in my throat. I swallow, trying to get rid of it. There are no words to describe the joy those few words produce. I've tried so hard to be better, to push the past into the past, and these people have helped me do that continuously. To hear that I have their admiration for that… there are really no words.

'Lily,' Mary sits down next to me, hugging me quickly, 'I feel the exact same way as Alice. You've been the greatest friend ever, and if you were happy to just accept Dorcas and I when you came back with James. Not once have you made me feel as if I didn't belong. I love talking Taylor Swift with you; you have made me so much happier that I'm a Swiftie. There are not enough words to describe what an amazing blessing you are in my life.' Tears are building in May's eyes; she bats them away, rolling her eyes with all the sarcasm of a turtle (that is, none).

Before I can reply, Dorcas continues, 'I feel the exact same way as Mare. When I first heard James's story of you, I was, well, worried about you even though I'd never met you before. My dad and I escaped an abusive relationship when I was nine – my mum was verbally, emotionally and physically abusive, and I knew the pain that could cause. Dad hasn't been in a relationship since, unable to recover, and I'm so glad that you found peace with James, because it reminds you that there's something better and new. Seeing you and James around each other is beautiful. Thank you for being such an awesome friend, and an awesome role-model.'

Great fat tears are rolling down my cheeks now, and I can't stop them. Thank Merlin we did this now instead after makeup – nothing could survive this much emotion. Hearing Dorcas's story, however brief it had been, meant something. It revealed a little more about Dorcas herself, but it also made how Dorcas had been treating me a little clearer. She'd understood, even though it was only a little, what I'd been through. And she'd seen the aftereffects and recovery of it.

Again, before I can answer, Marley steps in. She's crying as well, and I know, immediately, that this one is going to be the hardest, that it's going to make me cry the most. Marls was – is – my best friend, and all my best memories of Hogwarts are the ones with her in it. She was the one person, bar James, that I really thought about calling. That I really thought about asking to save me.

'I have never been so happy,' she says quietly, 'as when you said my name that day over two years ago. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to describe it. We spent seven years at Hogwarts together, gossiping together and staying up all night talking. You became my sister in that time, and I could not ask for a better one. When I lost you, it felt some part of me had been ripped away. You were practically my twin, and I felt your loss just as strongly as any twin would.

'In the last two years, you have – again – become the person I would trust with all of my secrets… if I had any, that is. I was honoured when you asked me to be your Maid of Honour – ironic, right? – and I hope, one day, I get to make you mine. You are so incredible, Lily, and I… I really couldn't ask for a better friend.' Marls wipes her eyes furiously.

I can barely breathe from the tears, but I launch myself up and off the sofa, hugging her tight. Marley is my sister too, a better sister than Petunia has ever been. Marley is the one I want to stay up all night talking to (other than James, but he doesn't figure), and she has become my closest confidante (bar James, obviously, but there are a few things one doesn't tell her boyfriend/fiancé/husband). Every memory of Marley always brought a smile to my face, but one specific one drifted into my head, pulling me into the past.

When we were in year five at Hogwarts, Marley had crawled into my bed one night, grinning. She'd whispered conspiratorially, 'I have a way to get back at the boys.'

I'd leaned forward eagerly. 'What?'

'It requires you kissing Sirius.'

I'd chucked my pillow at her, hitting her square on the face. 'Marley!' I'd hissed across the darkness.

Her grin had been clear to see even without light. 'What? It'd make James jealous.'

'How many times do I have to say this: James doesn't like me.'

'Yeah, yeah.' She'd flopped onto her back, looking up at the wood covering the four-poster bed. (Hogwarts had never declared not to be absurdly old-fashioned.) 'Do you think we'll ever marry?' she'd asked, the words drifting across the space to me.

Sighing, I'd lain down next to her, trying to imagine it. 'Of course. We'll have a double-wedding too, and we'll look amazing.'

Marley had huffed out a laugh. 'Seriously.'

It had been quiet for a long moment.

'Yes,' I'd eventually answered, 'We both will.'

'And we'll be each other's Maid of Honour's, right?'

'Of course. Who else would we have as our Maid of Honours?' I'd nudged her, grinning up at the ceiling. 'Picturing anyone waiting at the end of the aisle?'

'Nah, just some anonymous love of my life. It's gonna be a pretty awesome wedding, though, all beautiful and extravagant.'

'So you're going to marry rich?'

'Definitely. It's not worth it unless they're stinking rich.' Marley had reached up to the ceiling, fingers outstretched. 'What do you think our lives are going to be like?'

Ignorantly, I had just said: 'Perfect.' If only I'd known. But, I guess, right not, my life's pretty perfect. I'm marrying the love of my life in just a few hours.

When I come out the memory, Marley's sitting next to me on the sofa, and the others are busying themselves getting ready. 'What were you thinking about?' she asks.

I smile. 'Just memories. Now, breakfast.'

Breakfast passes in a flash, and then suddenly I'm dressed and ready. Suddenly, the wedding's only half an hour away. Suddenly, I'm alone in my room, looking at myself in the mirror. Looking at the bride in the mirror.

My hair falls in soft waves, framing my face beautifully. There's a simple silver chain around my neck, a small emerald pendant falling from it, and similar studs adorn my ears. The only other jewellery I'm wearing is my engagement ring.

The dress… the dress is beautiful. Both the bodice and three-quarter sleeves are lace, the neckline curving around my collarbone. From the waist, the skirt falls softly to the floor, pooling around my feet, a tiny train behind me. It's simple and just… perfect. I love it.

Yet… my brain can't seem to get past the pure white of it. I'm by no means pure, instead I'm tainted, ruined by Severus Snape. I don't deserve to wear this colour; I don't deserve it. I –

My thoughts are cut off by my phone vibrating. Ripping my gaze from the mirror, I lean over, pressing answer. 'Hello?'

'I don't know what you're thinking, but don't think it.' James's voice floats through the phone.

I have to laugh. Of course he knows. 'What do you mean?'

'Come on, Lils, I know you pretty well by now. You deserve this, this happy ending, I promise you. Remember, it's going to me standing at the other end of the aisle, probably in tears, I warn you.' He laughs gently at himself. 'I love you, Lily Evans, and I am going to marry you today, even if I have to carry you to the altar and use ventriloquy to get you to say "I do".'

Giggling, I say, 'Got it. I don't have a choice in this.'

'Technically, you had a choice when I asked you. Did I not specify "no backsies"?'

'I don't remember it coming up, no.' My heart is bursting.

'Oops, must have been too caught up in my overwhelming love for you.'

'Smooth.'

'I've been thinking of it since breakfast.' James pauses, his steady breathing coming through the speaker. 'I have to go now, Lils, but I'll see you at our wedding.'

'Love you.' I hear his smile before I hang up the phone. 'Let's go!' I call, grinning as the door explodes open, revealing Marley, Mary, Alice and Dorcas there, holding my veil and flowers.

They surge forwards, spurred into action, and, before I can even say "thanks", my veil is on and the flowers are thrust into my hands. 'Reg just arrived,' Dorcas says, guiding me out the bedroom, 'All ready to escort you up the aisle.'

'Into the car first actually,' comes Reg's dry voice and then, as I turn the corner, his breath catches. Tears build in his eyes. 'You look incredible, Lily.'

I smile, practically running over to hug him. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

He takes great care not to mess up the dress (presumably because of threats) as he returns to the hug, but there's love in it anyway. 'You ready for this?'

Pulling back, I affirm, 'Never more so.'

It feels a little weird, walking around the same corridors just in a wedding dress. Because of said wedding dress, it's much easier to take the life, so we pile into it. Reg presses close doors.

Nothing happens.

He presses it again.

Still nothing happens.

Mary bursts out laughing. 'It had to be today.'

'Well,' I pick up my skirts, exiting the lift, 'there's only one thing for it.'

'Lily?' Alice says cautiously, 'What are you talking about?'

I grin at her, shoving open the doors to the stairs. 'We're going to have to walk.' Ignoring the protests already beginning, I begin to descend the stairs, getting only two steps down before I pull off my heels, going barefoot.

'Lily!' Regulus appears at my side. 'Are you sure about this?'

My smile is unstoppable, heart lighter than it's felt for a while. 'It makes this day more perfect, Reg. I can't describe it, but it does. I love it; it's perfect. James and I started dating under not great circumstances; we got engaged when we were both half-asleep and the flat was full of noise; I love that the wedding will have a funny story too. Oh, do you remember when I had to walk down however many flights of stairs barefoot just to get to the car.'

By this point, the others had also joined us. 'You'll be late,' Dorcas reminds me, her heels clutched in her hands.

'Isn't that tradition?' I physically cannot stop smiling. 'If we're really running that late, we can just get Alice to drive.'

Alice grins. 'Please do.'

'Alice is worse at driving that Sirius, and that's saying something,' Reg says, 'I am not letting Alice drive me anywhere.'

'Oo,' Marley launches herself down to the end of this set of stairs, 'does that mean I get to walk Lily down the aisle?'

Reg lands next to her, having taken a flying leap to catch up. 'Not. A. Chance.' He glances down. 'Race you to the next landing bit?'

'You're on,' I shout, although the challenge wasn't aimed at me, and pick up my dress, sprinting down the stairs. My veil flies behind me like a superhero cape. Everyone's laughing, the sounds ricocheting off the walls and the metal stairs. Someone tumbles and falls, but they're up in an instant, still running.

By the time we reach the bottom, exploding out the doors, we're all out of breath. Partially because of the stairs, but mainly because of the laughing. My cheeks hurt, and my legs are burning from all the running, but the pain is nothing compared to the joy bubbling over.

All the girls pull on our high-heels, and we head out towards the cars (there's too many of us to fit in just one car). Marley and Reg get in a car with me – Marley's driving – and Alice, Dorcas and Mary get into the other car with Dorcas driving. Although we could have gotten drivers and fancy cars for the wedding, James and I had both decided we didn't want all the attention of a wedding car and that we much preferred the cars we already had.

My heart beats faster and faster as we near the small church where we're getting married, and I'm blinking quickly to try and get rid of the tears. Marley pulls to a stop in front of the church, exiting the car to help me out. There're only a few other cars in the car part because neither James nor I could think of many people invite. Still, it's not enough, and I don't want anything more.

Well… maybe a little more. As everyone rushes around to fully prepare for the aisle and I'm ushered into the small waiting room, I can't help but think there are a few people I want to be here.

I want James's parents to be here because I know nothing would bring him more happiness. I know that the fact they're not here has pressed on James's mind the last few days; he's withdrawn more than once to cry about it. It's wrong that such loving parents should miss their only son's wedding.

I want Dad here. No offence to Reg, but I want Dad walking me down the aisle. He was my everything, and I can't believe he's not here to give me away. From when I was about fifteen, he'd tease me about what he would say in his father of the bride speech, hinting that he'd already prepared it, and I wish I pushed further, found out more. I want to hear his voice again; I want to feel the warmth of his hand in mine. My Dad… I just want him to see me. Just want him to be proud of me.

Petunia and Mum had both received invitations. Neither had replied. It had been years and years since I'd last seen them, last communicated with them, but I wanted them here anyway. I want them here. They are my blood family, and I want to share this moment with them. Pet was my best friend, more than a sister, when I was younger, and it breaks my heart that I lost that. That we lost that.

I want Sev here. Not Severus Snape, not Snape, not Snivellus, my Sev. My best friend. I want him here. He doesn't exist anymore except in my heart, but I want him here all the same. Sev…. I want him back. He was my rock for so long, the person I depended on, but he vanished years ago and I want him back.

'Lily.' Reg touches my arm gently, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I smile at him, pushing away everything but this moment. 'Is it time?'

'It's time.' He tucks my arm through his, leading me into place behind all my bridesmaids. Marley turns, winks at me and faces the front just as the doors swing open. The lyrics of Begin Again (Taylor's Version) start playing as Mary takes her first steps down the aisle.

And for the first time

I can't see James yet, but one by one Mary, Dorcas, Alice and Marley begin to make their way down the aisle. They look so graceful, like they're floating on air. Reg smiles, whispering, 'Remember what I said that first day?'

What's past is past

Unable to find my voice, I simply nod. Of course I do.

'Cause you throw your head back laughing

As he begins to lead me down the aisle, Reg says, 'I told you, you deserved happiness. And I told you, you are one of the brightest stars, and you deserve to shine again. Lily, you're shining. You're shining so bright.'

Like a little kid

Halfway down the aisle, I spot Professor McGonagall, who's brought Dumbledore – wearing one of the most ridiculous robes I've ever seen – and Hagrid, who takes up half the row. McGonagall smiles at me, nodding her head as I pass her. I smile back, hand tightening around Reg's arm.

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause

I look over to the other side of the aisle, spotting Andy and Kingsley. Andy's brought her husband, and I know her daughter is going to be at the reception but had football training during the wedding. Andy throws me a thumbs-up, winking. Ted – her husband – just rolls his eyes.

He never did

Molly beams at me as I pass, hands resting on yet enough baby bump. She's got two children already – Bill (well, Willian, but everyone calls him Bill) and Charlie. They're somewhere and will probably be make quite the entertainment at the reception afterwards. Molly's been so wonderful in the past years, and James and I often go down to Stinchcombe to spend time with her and Arthur. We're hoping that – if Molly's still going – we'll have a kid the same age as one of theirs sometime. Arthur's already joked about joining the family together through a marriage.

I've been spending the last eight months

Arthur tips his imaginary hat when I catch his eye, one arm wrapped around his wife's waist. It's so interesting watching their dynamic: they're so clearly devoted to each other, but Arthur is so obviously the quieter, more reserved one. The way he and Molly each other is both different and equally as adoring. Still, observations aside, Arthur has become a brilliant friend over the last few years, and I honestly couldn't imagine life without him and his crazy kids. I'm not sure how you could get much crazier than Bill and Charlie.

Thinking all love every does

My eyes flick on, and then the world stops. I almost grind to a halt halfway down the aisle. Only Reg's arm keeps me upright. This isn't happening. I'm not seeing what I'm seeing. I… Oh wow.

Is break and burn, and end

Petunia doesn't smile. There's hardly a flicker of emotion on her face. She looks so different from what I remember. Her face is pale and thin, teeth sticking out slightly even as she purses her lips tightly. Thin blonde hair brushes her collarbone. Her eyes are the same weak blue they were years ago and something flashes through them as we lock gazes. I don't know why she's here. She never replied; she gave no hint that she come. I'm not sure I'm happy to see her. It's been so long, and there's so much between us. I'm not sure it can be water under the bridge. I don't know whether we can reach across this gaping chasm between us. I just don't know whether blood is enough.

But on a Wednesday in a café

I drag my eyes away from my sister, choosing instead to grin at the boys waiting at the top of the aisle. Padfoot sticks his tongue out at me when he catches my eye, and I laugh gently to myself. Only Pads would do that in the middle of a wedding ceremony. Reg chuckles as well, spotting it, and he squeezes my hand gently.

This is it. I'm about to be married.

Fears flood my mind. What if James realises he's too good for me? What if our love somehow disappears? What if I'm too broken for someone as pure as James to love? What if… just what if?

I watched it begin again

And then I see James and everything else falls away.

So... I could have sworn I was done with this. Let's blame my cousin for wanting a wedding scene. This has been sitting in my folder for a while, but I was trying to write James's POV. That... hasn't happened as of yet, but I thought you guys deserved at least this.

If you want to see Lily's wedding dress: .

Also, I thought I'd kind of give you an idea of what I'd imagine happening after this. Obviously, Lily has a whole lot of trauma from Snape taking advantage of her, and I'm not sure that she'd ever fully recover, but it would be a whole lot better. She and James would have three kids (as they both dreamed) and basically live the modern-day version of happily ever after.

Hope you enjoyed the series!