Ok, I almost cried while writing this. Just a warning. grin

Thanks to:

loonymoonyy, SiriusRulez

The three weeks until the wedding passed in a blur. Everyone was busy with last minute preparations. The ceremony would start in a few minutes at a small clearing next to a river on a hillside covered with roses (curtesy of Sirius), every romantic's dream come true.

Remus stared, amazed, as Regulus took his place beside him. The younger smiled, so breathtakingly beautiful that Remus was sure his heart had stopped. Neither paid attention to the ceremony, too caught up in each other. An exchange of vows and a tender kiss later they were pronounced married. The guests stood up and cheered, clapping and whisteling even harder when the couple dove in for another, longer kiss.

The cheering almost drowned out the loud crack of apparition. It could not, however, overpower the screaming of one Severus Snape as he made his way to the grooms.

"You have to get out of here. The Dark-"

The warning was too late. Dozens of robed figures arrived in a deafening concert of cracks. The few guests there grabbed their childeren and apparated away (James handing Harry to Alice Longbottom), several just barely escaping the Death Eaters' curses. Only six stayed behind: James, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Frank and Severus (who, along with Remus and Sirius, was desperately trying to get Regulus to leave). At two to one the odds were definately not in their favor.

Mad laughter, female...Bellatrix. Naturally the two beside her would be Rabastian and Rudolphus.

That high and mighty posture, the snake-head cane...Lucius.

A large axe, the sharp edge glittering in the light of the setting sun...McNair.

The other Death Eaters were less worrisome, probably the newest batch of recruits.

"Well well well. I always knew you would pick that blood-traitor over us, Severus. It's really rather...pathetic."

"Bite your tongue, Lucius." Sev shot back, "We all know how many muggleborns and blood-traitors fill your bed in any given week."

With that the fight began.

The fledgeling Munchers (as Sirius called them) were easy enough to overpower, and dear cousin Bella ran when only the Lestranges and Malfoy were left (though Lucius was quick to follow). It seemed they had managed to get by with minimal injuries, a burn here and a cut there.

That is, until Lucius decided to fire off a gift for the grooms.

Regulus couldn't move, frozen in fear as the deathly green curse closed in on him. Remus was running towards him, but he would never make it in time. He closed his eyes, resigned to die on his wedding day.

Everything went quiet. Was that it? No tunnels or white lights or angels?

"Reg."

And then Remus was holding him, shaking and crying and so...

'Wait! Remus wasn't supposed to die too!'

Cracking open his eyes, Regulus watched in disbelief as Sirius knelt over Severus, thanking the Slytherin for saving his brother, closing those obsidion eyes--forever.

"SEV!!!"

Ok, I'm an avid Severus Snape fan and this
damn near killed me. Please, please don't hurt
me! hides from all the Sev fans