A/N: Well, here we are at the end… I don't really have a whole lot to say. Just enjoy? And reviews are always appreciated! Like the last couple chapters, this is unbeta'd and unedited. Sorry about any mistakes. Oh, and it probably feels rushed, too. But I wanted to finish really badly… So again, I apologize. I think that's all for now, so on to the disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, still don't own anything… I don't even have anything funny (or, at least, funny in my world) to say about it. So, that about wraps it up…

"What secret?" Regulus asked his cousin, glaring at Bellatrix Lestrange harshly. Everything about her looked a little mad. Her hair frizzed out around her head like a dark aura (silly Muggles. Regulus just couldn't get over some things that they thought of. And most of his knowledge was based on things the reasonable Lily had told him), her eyes darted around restlessly, opened wide and bloodshot. Even her mouth was perpetually curved into a crazy grin.

"Your secret, of course," Bellatrix's grin grew. Regulus' scowl grew in correspondence.

"You know well that I trade in secrets. What secret, Bella?" Regulus's voice was hard, determined to figure out what it was his cousin really wanted.

"You lied to me. Or rather, in a cowardly manner, you let your brother lie to me for you." Bellatrix smirked, as if she knew something really important, and not simply stupid.

"What, the bard thing?" Regulus raised an eyebrow. "I was out working at the time. Sirius just lied to you. He likes doing that."

"He had a note with your handwriting!" Bellatrix exclaimed. Regulus had forgotten about that. Still, it was easily explained away.

"Sirius is excellent at making forgeries. You know full well what he's like. He's so idiotic with his pranks and childish lies," Regulus rolled his eyes dramatically. "Is that seriously the secret you're holding over me?"

"Well, I know about the girl too. That she's pregnant with your baby, and has been since before that idiot Pettigrew died." Bellatrix's eyes sparkled malevolently. Some days, Regulus wondered why she was just a petty underling to a dark lord and not an actual dark lord herself (or would it be dark lordess?).

"It's not any secret, Bellatrix. My mother even knows. Are you really that idiotic that you would threaten me with just that?" Regulus' glower was withering, and he knew it. He was using it to keep Bellatrix on the defensive, one of the best strategies in extracting information, in his opinion.

"I thought the bard thing would weigh a lot more heavily," Bellatrix admitted stupidly. "After all, if you just disappeared, the Dark Lord would be most displeased. You're his beloved information gatherer." Even when she was acting completely stupid, Bellatrix looked scary.

"Well, I'm leaving. And don't put any more Listening Charms in my brother's flat. Trust me when I say there are things there that you do not want to hear. At all." Regulus turned on his heel and left, hoping Bellatrix understood that he was very serious.

Afterwards, Regulus decided to go out and gather information. After all, it was all he was really good at. And he got paid fairly well for it. There were lots of people out there who paid him to essentially be a private detective, something he'd seen on the telly one day when he was babysitting for Lily and Severus.

He threw a cloak on, despite it being June, and headed off to the Hog's Head. It was the best place for getting jobs and learning things. And besides, Aberforth owed him a drink for covering for him with Albus about a rather illicit game of cards that the Hogwarts headmaster had walked in on. It was safe to say that Dumbledore was fairly oblivious to most of the things that went on in his brother's pub.

"Regulus Black, is that you?" Aberforth asked when he entered.

"Could be," Regulus replied shiftily. "You still owe me a drink."

"I'm well aware, Black," Aberforth replied. "What'll it be?"

"Magick-ale," Regulus replied. "Hear anything good lately?"

"Nothing that'd interest you," Aberforth replied. "Just some hags' gossip." Regulus nodded. Hags were notorious for their gossip.

"I heard something," a gravelly voice said in the corner. The man in question was someone who spent most of his time in Aberforth's pub. Regulus was pretty sure he lived upstairs in the inn, even. Regulus wasn't sure how the man made money, but it wasn't really a good idea to question the customers of the Hog's Head.

"Yeah?" Regulus raised an eyebrow.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is planning something interesting," the man replied. "He is placing people in the Ministry and planning his siege of Hogwarts as he has always been, but there is something new." Regulus had sensed this much, being a Death Eater himself. They'd been getting the oddest orders recently. What it was that they were planning for, however, seemed to be known only to the man himself.

"What else is new?" Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Rumor has it that he's after certain families. That one of his minions heard a prophecy, and reported it to him. What the prophecy says, and why he is after certain families is quite the mystery, but they say the two are related. In fact, no one knows who those families are… except maybe those who know the prophecy." If Regulus could have seen the man's face, he would have sworn there would have been a mysterious smirk on it.

"Do you know who the families are?" Regulus had to force himself to be patient. He knew being impatient would only make the man happy.

"Ahh, I do not," the man shook his head. "I wasn't listening to the prophecy for long enough." The man shook his head sadly. "But I do know who did."

"And…?" Regulus's hands were curling into fists, luckily they were in his cloak sleeves far enough that the man wouldn't be able to see. Not with the poor lighting at the bar, anyway.

"Hehe, my memory seems a bit foggy. I'm a bit thirsty, as it were." Now Regulus was really certain the man was smirking gleefully.

"Aberforth, I believe I'm buying this man a drink," Regulus forced himself to sound impassive, but really, he was frustrated. Usually this man gave him information rather willingly. Most people were well aware of the people that Regulus surrounded himself with, and this man was no exception. Maybe he was feeling particularly courageous.

"A fire whiskey, Abe," the man said happily.

"Don't call me that," Aberforth muttered angrily. Regulus knew that he got upset because that's what Albus called him. "Ten sickles, Regulus," Aberforth informed. Regulus was shocked to hear that Aberforth had picked up the tab for the whiskey instead, and had Regulus paying for his ale.

"What? He gets a discount?" the man asked angrily.

"Something like that," Aberforth muttered. He poured the whiskey before going back to polishing a dirty-looking glass with a dirty-looking rag.

"Anyway, it's Dumbledore that heard the prophecy," the man informed irritably.

"That was hardly worth the sickles," Regulus muttered, irritable as well. "I'm leaving. Thanks, Aberforth." It was the middle of the day, after all. It had been silly of him to expect much, even in these difficult times. It was odd to think that most everyone was employed, despite the fact (or perhaps because of) Voldemort wreaking havoc all over their entire world.

Regulus headed off to the Potters, meaning to speak to Severus. If anyone could help him make sense of this information, it would be Severus Snape.

"Regulus!" Lily greeted him with a hug. "James is at work, and Sev is brewing in the cellar. He's rather fond of it."

Regulus couldn't help but smirk. Snape loved being underground for some reason, so the Potter's root cellar was the perfect place for him to brew.

Regulus trudged down the steps. He found he spent as much time down there as James and Sirius did out in the shed working on Sirius' bike. It was astonishing, really, that he was over here that often.

"What do you want, Reg?" Snape asked, not even looking up from the roots he was mincing.

"How'd you know it was me?" Regulus asked with a scowl.

"Because everyone else has the decency to thunder down here like a heard of hippogriffs." Snape rolled his eyes at the youngest Black.

"Is it a heard? I know there's a murder of crows, a pride of lions, and a procession of thestrals. Is it really a heard with hippogriffs?" Regulus asked suddenly.

"What would you like it to be?" Snape asked snidely, turning back to his roots.

"A canter. A canter of hippogriffs."

"Why are you here?" Apparently spending time with his brother was wearing off on him, as Regulus seemed more and more distracted as the weeks went by.

"Little tidbit I heard at the Hog's Head," Regulus confided, sitting at a stool near Severus' brewing station. "You know how Our Lord has been a bit…odd lately? Like he's planning something secret."

"Yes. I'm not Goyle," Snape drawled.

"Well apparently he heard a prophecy that has him targeting certain families. I don't know what families, and I don't know what the prophecy's about, but I'm sure Dumbledore does." Regulus watched Snape closely for a reaction.

"Oh?" Severus was adding things to a steaming potion.

"My source told me that Dumbledore heard the prophecy. I was hoping to ask him about it…" Regulus was worried. He wanted to know who the families were. He wanted to save somebody to properly atone for his past.

"Well, I think it best to tell him that the Dark Lord is planning something and that you have information on what, but it would be foolish to think about poking your nose into something that doesn't concern you." Snape took a moment to glance sternly at Regulus.

"I'm an information man," Regulus replied. "I need to know."

"Sometimes it's better not to know," Snape replied. "Ignorance is bliss. Look at Professor Binns. He has no clue he's a ghost, and he doesn't have that gloomy air that other ghosts have."

"Yeah, Sev, I know." Regulus shook his head. "I just… I don't know. Don't they say that you can't have happy without sad anyway."

"Regulus, how much did you drink?" Severus asked him.

"Hardly anything," Regulus waved him off.

"Yes, well," Severus said simply. Then he added, "They also say that curiosity killed the cat, you know."

"I'm aware, Sev. Sometimes I can't help myself. You know me."

"Oh no," Snape muttered, horrified. "Oh no, oh no, oh no." Lily, James and the children were all asleep, and Severus had just returned from a Death Eater meeting of the worst kind. Regulus was not going to be pleased when he found out who exactly the Prophecy targets were. As it was, Snape was quite angry. And devastated as well. This would mean, of course, that he had to contact Dumbledore as soon as possible. Luckily, Snape had finally managed a corporeal Patronus.

First, he sent word to Regulus, who had been absent from the Death Eater meeting for undisclosed reasons, before sending Dumbledore his findings. The Order was going to need to jump into action to take care of this one.

Snape then headed down to the basement, knowing he wouldn't sleep tonight. He couldn't. Not considering the news. It was nearly five in the morning anyway. Soon, Lily and James would wake up, the children would need to be fed, and a terrible day would really start. Until then, Severus Snape had to calm his nerves by brewing.

It was eight when he was broken out of his work by Lily coming down the stairs in a loud manner. "Hello, Sev," she said. "You didn't come to bed last night."

"No. I had to be a Death Eater for most of that time," Severus replied. "And after the meeting I couldn't sleep." Lily nodded in understanding. This wasn't odd for them. Severus rarely slept after Death Eater activities.

"Who are you brewing for?" Lily asked with interest.

"The family," Severus said simply. "You wouldn't know, being muggleborn, and James' skills are decidedly lackluster, but most wizarding families have certain standbys on store at all times. Pepper-up Potions and other healing potions mostly."

"James hasn't made a single potion since we graduated," Lily said with an eye roll. "And I can't say that I honestly need any of it. I know a bit of first aid from summer jobs."

"Well, once Harry and Rose start moving, you're going to want restoration draughts and burn balms. Not to mention pain relieving potions for when, inevitably, they start flying and hurt themselves." Snape looked at Lily. "Of course, most won't keep. But it's better if we're at least prepared. We're in a war, after all.""Yes, I suppose you're right," Lily nodded. "It's just an odd thing to get used to. All of magic is. I don't think I'm quite prepared to be a house witch."

"Understandable," Snape nodded. "It must be hard, going from one life to another."

"Frustrating is a good descriptor too," Lily replied. "When I first started Hogwarts, I thought that magic was just an accessory that would make my mundane life easier. Like a fridge or a toaster, you know?" She paused here. Snape nodded for her to continue. "Instead, it's just got me in a different world, dealing with problems I wouldn't have thought possible. And the funniest thing is, I wouldn't trade this for the world."

Snape knew he had to tell Lily, and James as well, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't tell them something so devastating. Not without help.

"It's odd," Lily told him, breaking the brief silence. "Dumbledore Flooed. Said he was going to stop by 'round midday."

"Oh?" Snape was shocked out of his contemplation.

"Yeah. He said James had to be there, so James had to take the day off. He's up playing with Harry and Rose right now." Lily looked a bit peeved, even if they didn't need James' income. It was the principle of the matter, after all, and Snape knew that Lily was adamant that James knew what proper work was like. It seemed he, like Sirius, couldn't find a job to fit. Admittedly, working part time jobs with a bunch of teenagers wasn't exactly something they would find interesting, but it was all they were qualified for in the muggle world.

"It's probably quite important, Dumbledore coming all the way out here," Snape assured her. "And he wouldn't do something like this if it weren't necessary."

"I know," Lily sighed. "It's just, some days, it's nice to pretend like everything is normal."

"Well everything is not normal. We're not normal people." Snape didn't really know if he was consoling her, or making things worse, but he did know that he was lying at least a little bit.

"No, it's just not normal circumstances," Lily replied. "I'm perfectly normal, I'll have you know." Snape resisted the urge to point out their living situation, and instead went a different route.

"Nobody who allows Sirius Black in their home unsupervised-and no, James doesn't count as supervision-is not normal in the slightest." Snape staved off the protest he knew she would make.

"Fine. I'll concede on that point," Lily replied. "But just for you. Everyone else would get a right earful."

"I'm well aware," Snape replied. His potion being finished then, he took it off the flame and started bottling. Lily moved to help, taking the bottles as Snape finished, sealing them, and sticking blank labels on.

"What is this?" Lily asked, looking at the greenish grayish blue sludge-like liquid.

"A rather potent regrowth serum," Snape told her. "For flesh, usually it's used on burns, deep cuts, and in surgeries."

"Oh my," Lily replied. "How should I label it?"

"Potent Regrowth Serum," Snape replied. "Generally, I'll know what we ought to use if someone gets hurt, but in the event that I'm injured or you can't call me, be careful with these potions. Most are similarly labeled. In all honesty, I should probably let you brew with me, just so you know what we have, but I doubt you'd want to spend your days down here in the cellar brewing, especially with someone as gloomy as I am."

"Perhaps every so often, however, I can help you out," Lily replied. "I'd best get back upstairs soon. Even if he has matured significantly in the last few years, leaving James alone with two children nearing their first birthdays is, I'm afraid to say, something no mother in her right mind would even consider."

"I was about to head up for breakfast as well," Snape replied, climbing the steps with Lily.

"The kids should be pleased," Lily said off-handedly. Snape was getting tired of the small talk. He wished noon would roll around, just for the sheer fact that then Lily and James would know. Then he wouldn't have to fret over telling them.

Once on the first floor, James and the kids could be heard laughing and playing in the living room. "Well at least he isn't a stag right now," Lily muttered, recalling an incident when James, Peter, and Sirius had all transformed in her living room. Luckily, that had been before the children were born.

"Oh, Sev!" James greeted. "Reg called for you about five minutes ago. Said something about you being a prat and a tease."

Snape nodded, and picked up the phone. He dialed, then walked around to the hall, thankful that the phone had such a long cord. "Sirius Black," Sirius chirped happily into the phone.

"I need to speak to Regulus," Snape said simply.

"He and Annabel are in the middle of moving," Sirius explained. "Oh, wait, he just walked in. OH DARLING BROTHER!" Despite being quite good on the phone for a pureblood, Sirius had yet to master the technique of moving the reciever when you weren't speaking to the person on the line.

There was the sound of the phone changing hands, and then a, "Yes?"

"James said you called." Severus said simply. He was short and to the point, on the phone especially.

"Oh, yeah, about that message you sent me last night," Regulus was well-used to dealing with information of a sensitive nature, and didn't add anything that would give it away. He was aware of the panic that would occur if any idea of the knowledge slipped out.

"Knowing your curiosity, I felt the need to alert you," Snape replied. "It seems, however, that Dumbledore has a plan, as he's coming 'round about middy."

"Good, good," Regulus replied. "I'm sure Dumbledore knows what he's doing, but you five should really just drop off the face of the earth."

"I know," Snape said. "And believe me, if Dumbledore doesn't suggest it, then I will."

"Well, I should go. Annabel and I are almost moved in to the house. Just a few more trips, and we should have everything." Snape smiled a little. Regulus sounded happy, despite the political climate in the wizarding world. Snape wasn't going to take that away from him.

After hanging up with Regulus, the time passed slowly for Severus, waiting for Dumbledore to show up. It was agonizing, sitting there, knowing that his family, and they were his family now despite the fact that it was official, was being targeted by the Dark Lord, and not being able to say anything about it.

When Dumbledore arrived, a tedious amount of time was spent on greetings and small talk. Finally, finally, Dumbledore arrived at the subject that he had made the visit in the first place.

"Lily, James, I have been informed, regrettably, that you personally are being targeted by the Dark Lord. In fact, I have been led to believe that Harry is the main target." Dumbledore glanced over at boy, who was crawling around the living room, wearing a big grin. Lily and James, who were sat on the couch, were silent with shock. "Rest assured," Dumbledore added, "that there is some grey area. It seems no one is quite sure he's targeting you or the Longbottoms. You could well be safe, however, I would like to assure your safety. I wish for you to go deep into hiding. That way, Voldemort should have trouble finding you."

"So you're saying," Lily said, recovering slightly from the shock, "that either our family, or some of our close friends, are being singled out by this evil, evil man, and we're supposed to hide?"

"I'm afraid, Lily, that it's the best option. It will give you the best chance for survival. If I were you, I would consider performing Fidelius Charm, or something similar. Even leaving the country-by muggle means, of course-could be a good idea. Don't you agree, Severus?" Dumbledore's gaze suddenly shifted to the man in question.

"I'm afraid to say that going deep into hiding would be the safest bet, considering the Dark Lord. He is dedicated to this pursuit of at least one of the two families. The best thing we could do is hide." Snape's dark eyes, met Lily's vibrant green ones. "It's the best thing we can do."

"Are you certain we can't take him?" James asked. "Are you certain there's no way we can fight?" Even now, nearly four years out of school, James was ever the Gryffindor.

"No," Dumbledore said. Snape wasn't sure if he meant no, there was nothing they could do, or no, he wasn't certain. Snape didn't think he wanted to know.

"James, he's much more powerful than you can imagine," Snape wore a soft look. "It's in our best interest-and moreover, the children's best interests-that we go into hiding. I know it sounds cowardly, but isn't the brave thing to do, to protect the people you care about, no matter what it takes?" Snape knew that his appeals were much more likely to win James and Lily over than anything Dumbledore said.

"You knew," Lily gasped. "You must have found out last night at the meeting." She raised a hand to her mouth, showing how shocked she was.

"Somehow, I couldn't tell you," Snape muttered, ashamed of his own cowardice. "I was too afraid. It was too hard."

"It's quite all right, Sev," James stood and wrapped him in a hug. Lily joined.

"Well, I'll leave you to your preparations." Dumbledore stepped out surreptitiously, wearing a pleased grin. None of the three noticed.

"Have you heard from Severus lately?" Annabel asked one morning, months later.

"Yeah, he sent a letter through the muggle post the other day. Petunia sent it along when she stopped by Siri's place," Regulus replied. "Said that James is going a little stir crazy, but Lily and the kids are happy."

"How are Harry and Rose?" Annabel asked, rubbing her own swollen stomach, close to bursting.

"Harry's taking after his parents quite a bit. He has Lily's temper and James' ability on a broom. He's getting pretty good on his toy broom, according to Severus. Rose, on the other hand, is much more methodical than her brother. Both are in good health, and everything's going as well as it can while they're in hiding." Regulus looked at his pregnant girlfriend.

"It's a good thing they left the country," Annabel replied. "Especially after Severus defected in, well, you know's eyes." Annabel hadn't been as affected by public opinion on speaking Voldemort's name, but she had been affected by Regulus' tale of Bellatrix's Listening Charm, and was very careful what she said on certain matters.

"Indeed," Regulus said.

"Oh my," Annabel murmured, looking down at the paper.

"What is it, Bell?" Regulus asked, leaning over and looking at the paper. "Longbottoms Dead, Only Baby Survives: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Nowhere To Be Found," Regulus read aloud. He continued scanning down the article.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Annabel asked him excitedly. "The Potters can come home." Somehow, in the time they'd been gone, James, Lily, and Severus (with Harry and Rose, of course) had become, collectively, "the Potters." It was odd to think of the family like that, but there it was. And they really were a family unit, so Regulus wondered why no one had started using it sooner.

"It could be a bit yet," Regulus said cautiously. "They'll probably wait for things to cool down here. There are still Death Eaters running rampant."

"Like you?" Annabel joked.

"No, I mean like my cousin Bella," Regulus said seriously. "Even if he's gone, it's not particularly safe, is it?"

"Hmmm," Annabel muttered. "I had hoped, too, they'd be here when our little one was born." She let out a small sigh. "I had hoped Lily would be godmother, you know. And Severus could be godfather, don't you think?"

"What about Sirius?" Regulus asked.

"I figured he's got his hands full, being Harry's godfather, after all." Annabel smiled. "And according your brother, Remus is practically Harry's godmother." She wore a small smirk.

"We can forget about them all, you know," Regulus told her. "We could run away, and fall off the face of the earth. Your brother could even join us, if you wanted him to know. We don't have to stay around these crazies."

"I like them," Annabel replied. "They're excellent as friends."

"On the surface," Regulus replied. "But underneath, I promise you, they're crazy."

"I'm well aware," Annabel replied. "That doesn't change the fact that they're amazing people. I mean, look at how easily they let us in. Even if we don't always understand the joke, even if we don't always understand their humor, we're accepted into their small, exclusive group, and so easily too."

"I know," Regulus muttered. "Sometimes they're just absurdly annoying."

"Now now, is that any attitude a father should have?" Annabel asked.

"I quit smoking for the kid," Regulus grumbled. "Isn't that enough."

"It's more than enough," Annabel said sweetly. "Ooh," she then winced, then looked down at her stomach.

"Is it time?" Regulus asked nervously.

"Not quite," Annabel said calmly. "It'll be a few hours, I should think, before I need to go to Mungo's."

"But it will be today?" Regulus asked with wide eyes.

"We'll go to Mungo's today, yes," Annabel told him. "But it may be a bit before the baby comes. That's all up to him or her."

"Oh Merlin," Regulus said. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"It's a little late for that," Annabel replied.

True to her prediction, around midday, Annabel decided it was time to head to St. Mungo's. She was admitted, and was talking to the nurse when, rather noisily, Sirius and Remus barged in. Well, Sirius barged. Remus just followed him.

"I'm going to have a niece!" Sirius exclaimed happily.

"Or a nephew," Remus pointed out.

"Fine. Or a nephew." Sirius pouted. "But I want a niece. I've already got Harry."

"I know," Remus rolled his eyes. Then, he turned to Annabel. "Does Lucas know?"

"Oh my! I'd completely forgotten!" she exclaimed. "Could you floo him?"

"Of course," Remus replied. "I'll be back in a bit."

"I told Prongsie," Sirius said bouncing. "He and the family were visiting Dumbledore this morning."

"Are they coming?" Annabel asked.

"No. The general consensus was that it's still dangerous here. Death Eaters crawling all over the place." Sirius scowled. "That's not the James I knew… okay, it is. He's doing everything he can to keep Lily and Severus and Harry and Rose safe."

"I'm happy, though, about that," Annabel replied. "I suppose we'll have to call them with the gender."

"We will, love," Regulus replied. "Don't worry too much."

"I'm not," she said. "I don't have the time. I'm kind of about to have a child. Your child," she informed him pointedly.

"I know, I know," Regulus muttered. "I'm well-aware."

"Yes, well this is getting painful," Annabel informed him. "I just want you to be aware."

"I love you," Regulus replied.

A few hours later, Annabel was in more pain, and Lucas had showed up, but he was pacing in the waiting room, not a fan of blood or any of that. And that, of course, was when James, Lily, and Severus showed up.

"What?" Annabel, Regulus, Remus and Sirius cried in shock.

"But you said-" Sirius gaped.

"Yes, well I lied," James replied. "We left the kids with Petunia, who was happy to watch them. She's also getting quite pregnant."

"We didn't miss anything yet, right?" Lily had excitedly moved to Annabel's bed.

"Nope. Just me. In labor," Annabel replied.

Somehow, with the Potters there, things suddenly picked up pace. And it wasn't terribly long until Annabel was holding a little baby, wrapped in a blue blanket.

"A nephew, really?" was Sirius reaction. "Well, I suppose I'll get used to it."

"Calm down, Siri. We can get a daughter if you really want to aid in the raising of a girl," Remus told him.

"What? You're pregnant?" Sirius asked in his loudest, most obnoxious voice.

"No. I'm not," Remus deadpanned, smacking Sirius on the head.

"Are you upset, Lily, that you couldn't have the Union Ceremony before you went into hiding?" Annabel asked.

"I was at first," Lily admitted. "But I realized it doesn't particularly matter. We're a family, no matter what official records say. Even though it's odd and misshapen, it's still a family. Our family."

"We've redefined family, I should think," Snape said quietly. "All of us in this room are family," he gestured broadly, even at Lucas, who was hidden in the corner. "Not in the most traditional sense of the word, but we're a family as odd and misshapen as Lily thinks we are."

"Yes. Yes we are," Sirius said. "Sometimes you say some good stuff, Snape."

"Eloquent speech there, Padfoot." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Good luck, Chris," Annabel muttered to her new son. "You're going to need it in this family."

"It was such a beautiful ceremony," Petunia wept. "I'm almost more touched than I was at your first wedding." She was blubbering to her sister. Lily couldn't decide if it was hormones (Petunia was pregnant) or if Petunia really was touched, but it didn't matter. "Vernon was even tearing up."

"Because Dudders was tugging at my moustache," Vernon whispered to Lily. Luckily, Petunia didn't seem to hear.

"Rather brilliant," Sirius told his best friend. "The three of you up there, happy and smiley and teary. Got some lovely photos, Moony did."

"Sirius talked through the whole thing," Remus added.

Everyone, it seemed, was crowing over the Potters. Admittedly, the Union Ceremony had been small, only their closest friends and family attended, but it was pleasant nonetheless. There wasn't a reception planned, however Regulus, Annabel, Petunia, Vernon, Sirius and Remus had all decided to head to the Potters' cottage afterwards.

After the necessary toast was shared, Sirius cleared his throat. "Moony and I have an announcement," he declared. Everyone quieted down curiously. "We're getting married."

Generally, everyone was slightly shocked. "It's because Sirius wants a kid," Remus replied with an eye roll. "And it's nearly impossible to adopt without marrying.

"Good for you," Annabel smiled. She wasn't looking to marry Regulus anytime soon. Especially considering all the work their son Christopher was.

"This family of ours," Lily sighed. "It's just going to keep growing, isn't it?"

"Yes, quite," Remus agreed, and they all laughed.