"Sirius! Sirius!"
Sirius looked up from where he was sitting in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place and smiled, however much he and Lyra loved each other, she never normally ran in calling his name, especially not in that tone of voice. He knew, instantly, that Charlie had proposed on their holiday and he couldn't wait to see her.
"Sirius!" He heard her running seconds before she appeared before him, her bags had been left in the hall as she was empty handed, and alone as well.
"Where's Charlie?" He asked, acting normally. Lyra rolled her eyes.
"I know you knew what he was planning! And he's gone back to the flat, he thought that I'd want to see you alone and Fleur invited him over for dinner tonight as well to tell them how it went.." Sirius smiled at his considerate son in law to be. He had been longing to spend some time alone with Lyra, and for Charlie to have realised that made him even more pleased about their relationship. He couldn't stop his laughter over the thought that Charlie now had to face Fleur's questioning, as she had apparently been telling him what she considered romantic in the days since she (and Bill) had found out he was going to propose.
"So let's see it then!" Sirius said excitedly, and Lyra held out her left hand so the ring shone in the light, and Sirius' mind shuddered to a halt. It had been such a long time since he had seen the ring worn, seventeen years since he had last seen it on Lily's hand, and even longer since he had seen it on Dorea's. And now it rested elegantly on Lyra's finger, his goddaughter was wearing her family's engagement ring, and as he looked into Lyra's eyes it was like the present met the past and ohh, how he wished James and Lily could be here to see this. Sirius leaned across the table and kissed Lyra on the forehead.
"I'm so happy for you Ly..."
She smiled back at him, but her eyes filled with tears at what he said next.
"I wish Prongs and Petal could be here..."
Lyra chewed on her lip, looking at him as they sat in silence, he thinking of the past.
"Sirius..?" She asked shyly, "because they aren't here.. Could you walk me down the aisle?"
Sirius' heart stopped and he stared at her.
"You really want me to?" At her nod, he burst into tears.
"Oh Ly! I'd be honoured to!"
Lyra got up, moving round the table to hug him.
"Oh Sirius", she laughed, "you're such a big softy!"
"Look at my goddaughter, first she defeats Voldemort, then she gets engaged, now she's comforting me.. You're all grown up!" He said, in between sobs.
Lyra had to spend the rest of the night comforting her overly emotional godfather.
The next day, Lyra rose early to meet Charlie and head over to the Burrow. He arrived and after Charlie had seen Sirius, the young couple disapparated to the Weasleys' house. They emerged at the end of the lane, and, their hands entwined, approached and entered the house.
Hermione was there that day, and she and Ginny were chatting at the kitchen table with Mrs Weasley when Lyra and Charlie entered. There was silence as the women looked at the pair, before,
"Lyra!" Shrieked Hermione, who got up from the table and ran to hug her friend. "You've caught the sun! How was Romania? Oh, I've always wanted to go, you're so lucky, I wish I could go, I bet the dragons were fascinating and there is so much local history! Did you learn anything?"
Lyra had been worried that Hermione had seen the ring, but when Hermione started questioning her, Lyra winked at Charlie, who grinned back, before she reached up to pat Hermione on the back.
"Lyra, dear!" Exclaimed Mrs Weasley, while Ginny was staring in shock at her hand which Lyra had unknowingly revealed. "What have you got on your hand? Charlie!"
At the exclamation, Hermione pulled back from within Lyra's embrace and looked questioningly at Lyra and Charlie, before staring at Mrs Weasley questioningly after Charlie had winked at her.
Hermione was then politely pushed aside by Mrs Weasley who enfolded both Charlie and Lyra in her arms. When she let them go, Ginny hurtled at Charlie and threw her arms round his neck squealing "congratulations!" As she hugged him.
"Lyra! Did Charlie propose? You're engaged!" Hermione gasped as she noticed the ring, "when did this happen?!"
Lyra blushed and Charlie wrapped his arm round her waist. Bashfully, he said,
"It was in Romania, the first night."
Charlie didn't elaborate, so everyone turned to Lyra, who laughed and elaborated for them.
"It was our first night, and Charlie dragged me up this mountain on our broomsticks, and I was looking at the sun setting and the dragons flying around and the stunning view, and then I turned round and Charlie was down on one knee."
Charlie flushed as everyone sighed, before Mr Weasley entered the room with Ron.
"What's happening..?" Ron said blearily, looking at his blushing brother and best best friend. Lyra smiled,
"Ron!" She hugged him, but he just looked at the others in the room bemusedly. Mr Weasley was looking on kindly, slightly confused as well, until Mrs Weasley mouthed 'Lyra's hand' to the two. Ron gently pushed Lyra away from him - and looked at her right hand. Mr Weasley however, understood completely and got very excited, making Lyra laugh as he engulfed her in his arms.
"Lyra! Oh congratulations you two! Oh when's the wedding going to be? Are your family going to be coming? Will there be Muggles there? Oh you'll have to tell me all about muggle wedding traditions, it will be fascinating. Why isn't the groom allowed to see the bride though? And why does the bride wear white?"
Ron stared at his best friend in shock as she returned to stand by her.. Fiancé?
"You're engaged?" He asked, not noticing or perhaps ignoring Hermione rolling her eyes.
"Yes!" Replied Lyra, cheerily, as she held out her hand for the Weasleys to see. They all crowded round, exclaiming over it's beauty.
"Where did you get it from?" Asked Hermione, "it looks old."
"It was crafted by goblins in the late 1800s for Ly's great grandparents. Sirius and Remus helped me get it out of the vault."
"It's a family ring? Oh that's so sweet of you!" Exclaimed Mrs Weasley, her eyes shining as she looked at her son. "Lyra dear, you really will be one of the family! I think it's time you called us Molly and Arthur, don't you Arthur, dear?"
"Yes MollyW-" he was cut off by Mrs Weasley's interruption.
"You see, Arthur agrees! Call us Molly and Arthur from now on, dear!", a faint blush appeared on her face as she spoke.
"I'll try, Mrs- Molly" Lyra agreed shyly, only to be rewarded by another hug from Mrs Weasley and a pleased grin from Charlie.
Ron was still staring at them in shock, his gaze unblinking, his mind racing. While he knew that they were in a relationship, he still, after over two years, couldn't process the thought that Lyra, his best friend Lyra, and his older brother were now engaged to be married. He watched as Lyra instinctively stepped closer to Charlie again, and how his brother wrapped an arm round her waist. He decided then and there, that while he may never understand their relationship - his best friend and his older brother! - he would always be fully supportive. He had seen Lyra through some tough times, he knew that this last year had been awful, he knew that she'd really been miserable after seeing You-Know-Who's rebirth, how awful her childhood and then her summers were, stuck with the Dursleys. But he had never seen her as happy, as relaxed, as when she was around Charlie. His mother had also said that in the year that the trio were missing, hiking round England, Charlie had not smiled once. His cheery nature had disappeared, a smile had not crossed his face since the day of Bill's wedding, since the day Lyra (and Hermione and Ron himself) had left. Charlie's heart had left him that day, and his happiness had left with Lyra, a smile only returning to his face the day after Lyra had defeated You-Know-Who - the day that they had been reunited.
So Ron knew how important Lyra and Charlie were to each other. How much they loved each other. So while he could never fully understand their relationship.. He could not be happier for them.
Eventually, as the day ended, Lyra had to leave. Charlie had left a few hours before, leaving Lyra to spend time with her friends. Hermione, while being a bit doubtful as she thought Lyra too young to be married, was ecstatic for her friend. Ginny was over the moon, and hugged Lyra when she left. Before flooing away, Lyra had warned her new family that none of the newspapers or other Wizarding media knew of their engagement yet, so could they be careful what they said outside of the house.
After all, there were still a few people that Lyra wanted to tell first, before allowing the entirety of Wizarding Britain details of her personal life.