The wedding had been a small affair, neither having any family or very many friends left to invite anyway. It had been more rushed than either would have liked, but between the choice of getting married quickly or waiting till the baby was born (and risking him being carted off back to Azkaban for it), they knew what they would pick.
Sirius had been rather nervous for a few days leading up to the wedding, but as the minister announced them married, he turned to look into Harry's eyes. Just under a month away from his due date and though the tiredness and stress of the past two months was showing on his face, he was still smiling and his eyes shining excitedly.
After all the paper work and a small dinner for the few guests they did have, including Ron, a photographer from the Prophet who'd bribed his way in and Dumbledore (the latter of which seemed to have forgotten his anger at Harry), they travelled to the recently purchased cottage Sirius had gotten them for their honeymoon. It was small, but large enough for them to be comfortable, cosy and able use it as a holiday home once the baby came.
Laughing as he fell onto the bed, Sirius growling and kissing his neck, hands roaming everywhere, both heard a familiar flash. Last time they'd ignored it, putting it off as birds or bugs out in their yard. But this time they knew better. Sirius looked sideways and a face looking through the glass pane of the window, clearly visible through the lace curtains, pulled back.
Sirius got up, swore and grabbed his wand from the end table. Harry brushed a hand against his and Sirius smiled, holding onto it for a fraction of a second longer before marching out the door. A blast was heard and as Sirius got his revenge on the reporters, Harry lay back on the bed, smiling and waiting for his new husband to return.
He hoped Sirius wouldn't tire himself out too much. It was their wedding night after all…
A week later, Sirius sat, head in his arms, his face staring straight ahead proudly. Their honeymoon had been interrupted after only three days, but he didn't mind.
Instead of the three weeks of endless, uninterrupted sex they had planned, they now had a daughter. She was currently in the cot at the hospital. Since she'd been born a bit early (she's so tiny…) they wanted to keep her for a few days observation. But tomorrow…
Tomorrow she was coming home. He smiled at her little sleeping form (she has Harry's mouth), kissing her on the forehead.
"Aludra…" He whispered softly, as not to damage her tiny ears. "We've waited so long for you."
THE END