YOU MIGHT NOTICE THAT LILY'S FRIEND MARY IS NOT OF MY OWN CREATION BUT LIKE ALL OTHER HARRY POTTER THINGS AND CHARACTERS, SHE BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING. IF YOU HAVE READ THE BOOKS AS MANY TIMES AS I HAVE YOU MIGHT REMEMBER MARY IN SNAPE'S MEMORIES IN THE 7TH BOOK. ONCE WHEN LILY TELLS SNAPE THAT HIS FRIENDS WERE HEXING MARY MACDONALD AND AGAIN WHEN SHE SAYS THAT MARY TOLD HER THAT SNAPE WAS PLANNING ON SLEEPING IN THE HALLWAY IF SHE WOULDN'T TALK TO HIM. I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S THE SAME PERSON BUT I THINK IT IS. IN THIS STORY JAMES' DAS IS ALREADY DEAD BECAUSE IT WOULD SEEM KIND OF SUSPICIOUS IF ALL FOUR OF HARRY'S GRANDPARENTS DIED BETWEEN THEIR WEDDING AND THEIR DEATHS WHEN THEY SUPPOSEDLY WERE NOT MURDERED. AND J.K NEVER SAYS THEIR NAMES. AND NOW I'M RAMBLING. ENJOY THIS NEXT CHAPTER AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

The garden seemed to have transformed since James had last seen it. Bright, extravagant flowers and growths seemed to have popped out all over the place. There wasn't a gnome to be seen and the overgrown walkway through the yard had become a stone stepping path with a covered archway all the way along it from the back door to the white marquee that stood over most of the expansive back lawn and what seemed like several hundred little chairs that matched the whole color scheme of the wedding. They were white. He decided that he would have to talk to his mother about that. A number of what could only be fairies and wood nymphs had taken up residence in the newly grown rose bushes against the back fence and he watched as a fairy flitted around the yard until it noticed and offered him a rude hand gesture.

James gulped. He didn't know that he was quite ready for this.

"Close your mouth Prongs, before Padfoot hexes you" Moony suggested mildly. It took him a minute to remember that his friends were there. They too were staring around the yard looking slightly dazed and really quite impressed which only made him more nervous. He ran a hand through his hair.

"How about some quidditch out front then?"

Sirius was grinning at him again.

"Oh, all right."

He followed his friends to the broom shed to collect the dusty old broom's upon which he had learned to fly. He regretted leaving his own at the flat in London and he considered popping out to get it but there was no point. He doubted that they had long before his mother called them in to get ready or to help out with preparations.

He wondered when Lily and her parents were coming and how they would arrive. If Lily had been on her own she would of course have apparated, but with her parents in tow he didn't envy her the longer trip.

"Would you pay attention Prongs, get your head in the game, that was Wormtail you just let past you. No offence Wormtail but honestly." James grinned at Padfoot. If his friend wanted to play then so be it.

The game was about as evenly matched as it could get with James and Remus against Sirius and Peter. Playing without bludgers or a snitch hardly seemed like a quidditch game to James but they would be hard pressed to come up with a plausible excuse if any of the balls escaped and went zooming across the countryside, especially as a bludger would attempt to take out the first person that it came to. And so they were left to throwing a quaffle back and forth, zooming as fast as they could across the yard on brooms that hadn't been used in years, so old that the make had been discontinued, creating excitement by attempting to knock each other out of the air. They spent a good hour scoring on each other through hoops that they had enchanted to hover several meters up in the air and by the time James heard his mother's voice calling for the lot of them to get inside he and Moony were fifty points up and laughing. Wormtail had collided with a tree in a failed attempt to catch the quaffle that Sirius had tossed to him and he returned to earth looking rather shaken and red with embarassment.

James retrieved the quaffle from a bush and followed his friends back to the broom shed and then into the house.

"I think you lot had better get yourselves tidied up before people start arriving. Wipe that dirt of your face Peter. And you James, do you think you could try to flatten that hair of yours?" she demanded, reaching out to fuss with it but James ducked under her arm and out of reach.

She let out a hhmph as she eyed Remus but not seeming to find anything wrong with him she turned to Sirius who had the bad luck to have chosen that moment to reach out and steal a pasty from a large tray.

"Sirius Black!" she cried, whipping out her wand. "I've spent hours preparing those and you decide to come into my kitchen and stick your grubby hands in my best work. OUT! OUT! OUT!"

And with that a dozen wooden spoons came flying across the kitchen from every which way and began to hit Sirius round the head. He threw his arms over up and ran from the room with the spoons in hot pursuit. James, Remus and Peter were bursting with laughter until she rounded on them in turn. Her cries of "Out, Out!!" followed them up the stairs and along the passageway where they found Padfoot huddled in a closet muttering mutenously to himself.

"It's alright" James offered encouragingly. "The nasty spoons have all gone away and the little puppy is safe once more."

He avoided Sirius' attempts to cuff him around the head, stepping out of his friends reach so he could check out his hair in the mirror over the bathroom sink.

He attempted to flatten the back of it with one palm and pressed the other down on his fringe.

"I don't know how many times I've said it." The old mirror told him irritably. "First it was your father and now it's you. You just don't flatten that Potter hair, it's impossible."

"Gee, thanks a lot" he replied. "It's my wedding day, I'm supposed to look decent."

"HA! Good luck with that one boy". And the mirror refused to comment anymore on the subject, but to James' annoyance it complemented both Sirius and Remus on their nice, tidy hair and told Peter that he was cute as a button, causing Sirius to tease him incessantly when he blushed scarlet.

"If you've all got nothing better to do then you can get down here and give us a hand, can't you?"

"Make up your mind woman" Sirius muttered under his breath so that only James could hear as they paraded back down the stairs into the kitchen.

"If only your father were here, may he rest in peace" she told her son with a shake of her head. "I could get him to help me if I needed it."

"Ya well, if you twist hard enough you're bound to see results, aren't you?" Sirius said quietly. James coughed and spluttered, winning a glare from his mother before she turned away.

"What does that even mean?" James whispered back but Sirius only grinned knowingly in reply.

Glancing into the living room, James took in several rags polishing the picture frames and a broom flying over the floor with a mop following in it's wake.

"Where's the house elf?" he asked, casually ducking as a bag of potatoes flew from the pantry, through the air where his head had been a second before and over to the counter where the bag up-ended itself and the potatoes poured into the sink.

"Oh, I'm afraid Azul isn't up to much nowadays, I don't think that she'll be with us for much longer and as it's only me most of the time I can manage on my own. She does her best but at a time like this I wouldn't want to stress her, poor dear."

"She looked fine at three in the morning when she was washing the stairs. Poor thing. You won't even let her clean when she wants to."

"She wasn't."

"Suit yourself." James grinned at the look on his mother's face.

"Never mind your help then, I'll just wait until Mrs. Evans gets here, I've been dying to have a chat with her anyway."

"Fine by us."

James was first out the door this time, ignoring the elegant decorations around the garden, which seemed to have multiplied since the quidditch game, crossed the yard, hopped the fence and set off up the hill overlooking Godric's Hollow. The others did their best to keep up as he strode swiftly over the bumpy ground until they finally came to the soft stretch of grass that James had used in his youth to observe the comings and goings of the villagers. He could see everything on that spot from the small church in the town square to the dirt road leading out of town against which his parent's house was nestled comfortably and the forest beyond it.

Sirius had been at his heels all along, closely followed by Remus, and Peter brought up the rear, out of breath, clutching a stitch in his side. James dropped down onto his stomach and his friends followed suit. With the sun on their faces they waited silently for quite some time, keeping on eye on the village and on the house. After a while they could just make out people striding out of the woods on the other side of the house in small groups, having just apparated and a few even appearing as if out of thin air on the road leading to the house and in the front garden. They were all dressed in extravagant robes of different colors and James saw one of his uncles in a neon set that seemed to be changing colors so rapidly that it gave him a headache to watch it. Peter pointed out his mother as she appeared at the gate and Remus' father coming out of the forest. They watched as more and more witches and wizards made their way towards the house and James felt the familiar gut wrenching nervousness at the thought of standing up in front of all them all.

"It's twelve noon, what are you doin'?" a squeaky voice that bore an uncanny resemblance to that of old professor Flitwick announced from Peter's wrist watch.

"Do you think that we had better be going back down to the house?" Remus asked. "Your mothers probably searching for you with those wooden spoons close at hand."

James grimaced at the thought.

"Ya, well I'm nineteen,not nine, she can wait a little longer can't she?" Remus shrugged and they all went back to watching the guests appearing.

"Hey, there's Dumbledore and McGonagall" Sirius pointed out. James looked back around. Dumbledore and McGonagall were making their way along the dirt road with old Bathilda Bagshot, Moody and the Longbottoms close behind them.

"Reckon the whole orders here by now?" Sirius asked. "Never seen the lot of them, all together like this in one place. And all for you Prongs, I'm surprised that so many people even like you."

James ignored his friend. A loud bang had averted his attention to a triple decker, violently purple bus that had just appeared out of thin air. It tore up the road, swerved around Dumbledore and the others, missing them by inches and came to a screeching halt in front of his parents house.

"Alright then. Reckon we should go down now?" he asked his friends but he had already jumped to his feet and set off back down the hill before they had much of a chance to answer. He heard them scrambling to catch up as he hopped up onto a fallen tree, vaulted over a small crater and blasted a large boulder out of the way with his wand.

"Cause he hasn't seen her in a whole twenty four hours" he heard Sirius grumbling good naturedly behind him.

"And he isn't about to marry her and see her every day until their old and wrinkly and blind and everything" Peter added.

"I can hear you" James called over his shoulder.

"Good to know mate, but not really relevant."

Frustrated with a large tree that was inconveniently blocking his path, James turned on the spot, felt the familiar pressing feeling from all sides and appeared a moment later across the street from his house where a crowd of his friends and relatives had surrounded the Evans' and their luggage. His mother was speaking animatedly with Lily's while Mr. Evans was busy examining his uncles color changing robes. James shook his head. Muggles were very strange people.

Lily's red hair shone brightly in the sun making James smile. He was about to marry her.

"Hey Potter."

James turned and found Moody standing close by, his magical eye spinning round and round in his head, keeping an eye on things and making James dizzy. He reached out and clapped James on the back.

"Congratulations boy, didn't know you had it in you."

"Err, thanks" James replied, unsure as to whether he was being insulted by the auror or not. Moody grinned.

"I see you've even got Hagrid out of his hut."

James looked around and saw the massive figure rounding a bend in the road and coming into view. He waved and the half-giant lifted a garbage lid sized hand and waved back.

"This is going to be some party."

James turned.

" Hey Dumbledore, how've you been?"

"Better than some I'm afraid" Dumbledore replied as they shook hands.

A loud crack sounded behind them,announcing Padfoot's arrival.

"There you are... hold up a tic, is that Mary Macdonald that just arrived with Lily? Is she maid of honor or whatever?"

Sirius flattened his hair excitedly.

James glanced at Dumbledore who was wearing a look of amusement on his face, his eyes twinkling merrily.

Clapping his friend on the back he gave him a hearty shove.

"It's your lucky day mate."

SO I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO END THIS CHAPTER BUT THERE IT IS. PLZ R&R. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, WASN'T SURE WHAT ALL TO PUT SO I MADE IT UP AS I WENT ALONG. ALSO HAVE LUPIN'S DAD SHOW UP IN THIS ONE BUT YOU NEVER ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS PARENTS. ODDLY WE FIND OUT MORE ABOUT SIRIUS AND WORMTAIL'S PARENTS THAN WE DO ABOUT JAMES', LILY'S OR LUPIN'S. AFTER I READ THIS I REALIZED THAT THE POTTER'S PLACE SEEMED VERY SIMILAR TO THE WEASLEY'S, THOUGH IN BETTER SHAPE BUT I FIGURED THAT IT WOULD PROBABLY BE PRETTY COMMON FOR WIZARDING FAMILIES TO LIVE OUTSIDE OF TOWN ON FARMS AND STUFF. I SEEM TO BE GOING ON ABOUT A LOT OF STUFF TODAY. I'LL SHUT UP NOW. SEE YOU ALL SOON!