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Something Old

Something New

Something Borrowed

Something Blue

Sam

With my heart pounding and my breathing shallow, I can hardly bear to sit still as Lily twists my hair into some elaborate style. I find myself staring at the silky material which hags beside me. The light pink roses adorning the dress seem to glow in the soft light.

"Samantha, if you don't sit still, I'm going to tear your hair out!" Lily threatens. I force myself to stop moving and instead focus on not screaming as Lily tugs my hair. "Why are you so jumpy?" Lily sounds exasperated, and I pity her. I'm not exactly being helpful.

"I can't help it," I protest. "You're taking too long!" Lily sighs.

"I'm done," she says. "Let's get your dress on. I nod and stand up resisting the urge to touch my hair. Lily would probably have a heart attack.

I strip down to my underclothes but refuse to take off the bracelet I've worn since first year. Now slightly small for my wrist, the string has long since faded, but remains intact. Some old.

I step onto the platform, and Lily helps me step into the dress. The sheer material brushes against my skin, and the sequins shimmer. Something new.

I slip on the heels Lily insisted I wear. The same ones she wore for her own wedding. I feel unstable in them, but don't tell her that. Something borrowed.

My locket, embedded with sapphires shines. I finger the necklace remember the day it was given to me. Something blue.

I look into the round mirror hanging on the wall. Standing before me, a carefully painted face dressed in a breathtaking dress smiles back. I can barely recognize the face in the mirror. I no longer resemble the little girl I still hold onto. The woman in the mirror radiates power and elegance. She resides in intimidating beauty. The little girl I've come to know so well no longer exists; she has been replaced by this new wonder.

"You look stunning," Lily says beaming. "I'll go get your veil." She bustles out of the room closing the door behind her. For a moment, I simply stare at the alien in the mirror.

The soft click of the door startles me, and I turn around expecting Lily. I'm surprised to see James. He smiles. "Wow," he says. Nothing else. He doesn't need to. I understand.

"I know," I say. "I look nothing like myself." That part is true. I'd never wear this in real life.

"You look amazing," he says. "Really amazing." I shrug jumping off of the platform and just barely managing to land without breaking my ankle in these heels.

"Careful!" James warns catching my arm just before I tumble over. "Yup. It's still Sam." I smile.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask. "I thought you'd be with Sirius."

"I was. Lily sent me. Seems to think Padfoot's going to try to break in," he grins. "Not that I'd stop him of course."

"Where is he?" I ask suddenly desperate to see him, to know he's feeling the same way about all this. Exhilarated and terrified.

"Probably pacing around the room next door," he says. "Lily locked him in. He's been begging me to let him out for that last hour and a half." I smile.

"I seem to remember another someone doing exactly the same thing at his wedding," I say grinning. James laughs.

"Well? I was tired of waiting," he says. "I'll never understand what takes girls so long to get ready."

"James," I say. "I'm scared. I'm not sure I can go up there." He smiles

"Yes you can," he says. "Sirius will be with you, and you'll have the rest of us supporting you both. It's Sirius we may have to give a little push. He's more terrified that you."

"I highly doubt it," I say smiling. "How's Remus?" James shrugs.

"He's doing better. He's helping Peter and your dad finish the decorations," he says. "Under your mothers strict guidance." I laugh. If my mother's helping, Lord help them.

"They'll be moving stuff around forever," I say. "Maybe you should go help them?" James shakes his head.

"Oh no. Because if I leave, the first thing you'll do is go next door and unlock that door," he says. "I'm not that dumb." I don't protest because that's exactly what I was planning on doing.

"Fine," I say. "At least help me back up there before Lily gets back," I say pointing to the two-foot high platform. In these heels, I'll be lucky if I don't break my neck. James laughs and takes my arm, helping me onto the platform.

Lily hurries into the room, shoos James away, and grins at me. "You ready?" she asked. I shake my head.

"Not really," I say. "Can I see Sirius now?' Lily gasps.

"No! It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride beforehand!" she says. I sigh.

"Just for one second?" I beg, sticking my lip out and batting my eyes. She glares at me.

"Fine. I'll make a window through the wall so he can't see your dress," she says. I sigh, but agree.

With a flick of her wand, a small window opens up from nowhere cutting through the wall. I step forward so only my face can be seen. Sirius paces back and forth with his hands behind his back. Every so often he stops and begs James to let him out.

"Sirius," I call softly. He looks up startled and looks around for my voice. I smile when his eyes land on me.

"Sam?" he asks. "How-"

"Lily," I say. I look back at Lily. "Um- I think James wants you." Lily nods, getting my message but raising her eyebrows in warning at me.

"Lily's got us both on tight leashes," he comments. I smile.

"I think she's just happy to be out of that house," I say. "Where's Harry anyway?"

"Last I saw him, your mom had him," he says. I laugh.

"Lily will be lucky if she ever gets him back," I say. We're both silent for a moment. "Sirius, I'm scared."

"Of what?' he asks.

"What if something goes wrong?" I say. "What if we get attacked? I feel like we're putting everyone in danger."

"Trust me," he says. "There's more protection on this place, then there is at Hogwarts. At this point, the most we've got to worry about is Lily." I smile and begin to feel better.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too," he says just as Lily walks in the door.

"Times up!" she announces closing off the window. "Time for you to walk down that aisle!" I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room. The big oak doors outside of the church are poised to open.

My father stands beside me. "You're all grown up now," he says sadly. "You're leaving." I smile.

"No. Just starting a new adventure," I say. I take his arm just as the doors begin to open.