Don't know why the chapter is titled this way…It's so much more than preparing for things… I hope I got the emotions right!

The wedding scene in particular has been edited to comply with Pottermore.

I don't own it.

The funeral, proposal and wedding.

The next week was tough. Remus and Dora slowly found their feet with each other again, amidst a world drowning in sadness. A much darker world.

The funeral day arrived and everyone poured in from miles around. Remus and Dora found seats early, holding tightly onto each other.

When the service began, Dora buried her head in Remus' shoulder, which was shaking. Silent tears slid down his face as he gave thanks to the man who had given him everything. He'd been a mentor, headmaster,
leader...even grandfatherly figure. All rolled into one. Dora sobbed too. He'd always been so kind. He'd shouldered burdens that should have been too big to carry alone, yet he had. He'd always been caught
between trying to make everyone happy and trying to do 'the right thing'. In this case, it was defeat Voldemort. Now that burden fell on much younger, less experienced shoulders.

Harry had a long road ahead of him. But we'll be with him, she thought. Every step of the way.

A few days later, Remus took Dora out to lunch. It was a picnic on the slope of the hill at the edge of Hogsmede. At the end of the meal, Remus took Dora's hand and felt in his pocket for the box he'd retrieved from his parents' small vault.

"Dora," Remus started, "Some might see this as too soon. But I... I love you. I know I've been a prat this year... But now, all I can think of is to spend the rest of my life with you."
Dora's eyes went round. Was he really...?
"I want to make it up to you. Dora, I suppose what I'm asking is will you be my wife?"
"Yes!" Dora exclaimed, then tackled him with a kiss, to which he responded enthusiastically.

The next few weeks flew by. The wedding date was set for the fifth of July, three weeks after they'd become engaged.

Remus met Dora's parents properly. Ted was enthusiastic to welcome him, after a soft, "Keep her safe and don't hurt her like that again."
Andromeda was another matter. While she didn't know exactly what had happened between the two of them last year, she could guess. Coupled with the fact she was just not sure if he was right for her daughter, things became very awkward.

Dora spoke to her sharply a couple of weeks out from the big day, while Remus was off talking about something or other with her dad. "Mum, would you at least try to like Remus a bit?"
Andromeda turned on her. "How am I supposed to like him if I don't know if I can trust him?"
Dora spluttered, "Mum – don't be -!"

"I'm not being ridiculous." Andromeda answered haughtily. "I, believe it or not, am trying to protect you. No, Nymphadora, let me finish. He was the one you were pining over all last year, wasn't he? He had no problem treating you like dirt then. What's to say he won't do it again when it next suits him?"
Dora straightened. "You don't understand. Believe it or not, Mum, he wanted to protect me too. And he did have problems with it. But he... It's different now. I can take care of myself, Mum. Don't try and complicate things, all right?" she snapped. She loved her mother dearly, but sometimes...

Andromeda sighed. "Oh Nymphadora. You've grown up too fast. I see so much of myself in you these days..." she said, giving her a hug. Dora smiled.

Then things escalated. It became apparent that the Ministry was considering new laws which restricted the movement and freedom of werewolves and other "dangerous creatures" further. Including forbidding them to marry. Those who helped others flout the law faced hefty punishments.

Remus was at first worried when this was raised at an Order meeting. What have I done? I'll make her into a criminal! Then he saw Dora's face. She looked crushed. He remembered her excitement the other day… "I almost can't believe I'm getting married! Me! I thought it would never happen. Too high standards I suppose." Then she'd winked at him and he'd felt like he deserved her. But what sort of man was he if he couldn't give her that wish?

Remus' face tightened. He leant over and squeezed Dora's hand. "Who says we can't get married?" he asked her. "True, we'll have to do it quietly. And I don't know if you'll be able to have a white dress…might be a giveaway. But we'll make it happen somehow."
Dora's face shone and she kissed him soundly on the lips. "I don't care about a white dress anyway." she said.
Remus was in a way relieved. He hadn't wanted a big fanfare about the wedding; he was too worried about the attention that might cause. But he'd be damned if that put him off the idea altogether.

So, two weeks later, Remus and Dora married in the north of Scotland, with witnesses pulled from the local wizarding tavern.

Dora wore a simple yet elegant pale-blue dress. It was satin, with sweetheart neckline, slightly puffed shoulders and lacy sleeves that went to her wrists. The skirt puffed out slightly at the hips to swirl loosely down her legs. The bottom slanted down from knee (at the front) to ankle (at the back). Dora wore matching shoes that had a very slight heel. Her headpiece was a borrowed circlet of sapphires, held by gold wire. Her mother insisted Dora wear her natural looks. From the moment it began, all Dora had eyes for was the blue-eyed man standing at the far end of the room. Remus, clad in his best robes, only had eyes for her.

The ceremony was a blur. They said "I do" and exchanged vows that were deceptively simple; much had already been spoken between the two and rested in their hearts. Dora could hardly believe this was happening. Not even two years ago would she have thought someone as kind yet sad, thoughtful yet troubled like Remus would ever notice her... Yet he had.
Remus felt like this was the happiest day of his life. He had never allowed himself to imagine falling in love or getting married. Until he'd met her. He was still having trouble believing it. Who'd have thought someone as bright, young and colourful as her would want someone like him? Yet... She did.

After the ceremony, Remus leant down to whisper to Dora. "Do you want to leave now?"
Dora smiled. "To your place?"
Remus grinned. "Ours, Dora. Anything I have is yours now."

Holding hands, they walked away to a safe spot for Apparation.

Remus remembered the reactions of Andromeda and Ted when they'd heard the change of plans. The look on Andromeda's face when she'd smiled and said, "Take care of her, Remus." her eyes had looked at Dora then. "Goodbye sweetheart."

Remus swallowed. Don't worry, Andromeda. I intend to. Whatever it takes. Then Remus pulled Dora in for a kiss, then Side-Alonged her away. When Dora opened her eyes, they were standing in front of a modest little stone cottage, with a nice garden and brick fence. Behind it stood a wood of willow trees with a river running through them. Last time she'd been near here, they'd only visited the graveyard; it had been a much more sombre visit. Now…

She turned to Remus. "It's perfect."
Remus relaxed. "Really? It's called Willowwood. This is our home." He said, then with a sudden movement he swept her into his arms. She shrieked and he smirked. "Oh, come on! Can't a groom carry his bride over the threshold?" He strode forwards and used his wand to unlock the door. "I'll give you a full tour of the house tomorrow," he said, looking suddenly mischievous. "Tonight, all you'll see is the master bedroom, I'm afraid."
A thrill went up Dora's spine. "I don't mind," she whispered, suddenly breathless.
Remus' eyes sparkled. "Good," he murmured, and pressed his lips to hers.

And the rest of that night is up to your imagination. Suffice to say is that it created Teddy…but you already knew that, didn't you?