A/N: 347-Flavors requested an AU where Snape and Lily DID end up together, and what would happen ten years after they graduated Hogwarts. This is what I came up with.

Overall, it's a lot more lighthearted than the last three fics have been. But I decided that since Harry had never been born, and that Snape was a good guy, so he never told Voldemort the prophesy anyway, that in this world Voldemort would have never been defeated. He's probably pretty strong by this point, so Lily, being Muggle-born, needed to leave the country. And where did her dear Snapey-poo take her? Why, Canada, of course!

Just wanted to clarify that.

Enjoy! And if you have a request, don't hesitate to ask!

Lily was ecstatic. She had been planning this day for months, and waiting for years. She stole another glance at herself in the mirror, and smiled. The dress was perfect. Pure white silk, with a full a-line skirt and beading around the sweetheart neckline. Her dark red locks were done up in a bun, with a few pearl hairpins. She wasn't wearing the veil yet; she wanted to wait until the last minute to put it on, for fear of damaging the fragile material.

Her mother had insisted that she observed certain Muggle customs, for luck. Something old? The diamond earrings that she wore, which had been given to her by her grandmother. Something new? The bracelet that her mother had given her, just yesterday. Something borrowed? Her aunt's necklace. Something blue? That was, well…private. Her groom would find out about it later.

There was a knock on her bedroom door. "Lily, dear?" Her father asked. "May I come in?"

"Yes," she came over and opened the door, and he smiled at the sight of her.

"My little girl…so grown up and beautiful." His face shone with pride. "Are you ready? It's about time."

She nodded, grinning. He took her hand, as he always had when she was little, and they went downstairs together to the sitting room. Already a small space, today it was crowded with people. But there wasn't a claustrophobic feeling to it. The room was packed with all of Lily's loved ones, and she knew that they were all there to celebrate her happiness.

Her maid of honor, Alice, came over with the box containing her veil. "May I put it on you? To complete the image of a perfect bride?"

Lily blushed at the compliment, and complied. The veil was put in place, and Alice smiled. "Perfect."

Her father took her hand again. "We shouldn't keep that young man waiting any longer, should we?"

The bridal party filed out of the back door and into the garden, where the wedding ceremony would be held. Lily was last, led by her father. The stepped outside together, into the most glorious spring day imaginable. The sky was perfectly blue, and there was a slight breeze rustling the new leaves on the trees.

It was all better than she could have hoped for. She forgot that her sister refused to attend the wedding. She forgot about the turmoil of the last six months, and the terror of having to flee to Canada. Every uneasiness that had plagued her in recent years would be laid to rest, at least for now. Today was a day for joy.

She walked down the aisle, and her father handed her off to the man that she was about to marry. They walked up to the makeshift alter together, hand-in-hand. She barely heard the words that the priest spoke…all she could do was think about how happy she was, to finally be here. She was marrying her best friend, the one that had always been there for her. He had loved her since their childhood, back in England. She hadn't realized it until their final semester at Hogwarts, ten years ago. Their romance had been slow, but she couldn't be more delighted with the end result.

Finally, it was time for her to become his wife.

"Do you, Lily Evans, take Severus Snape to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do!" She beamed.