Lyra woke and blinking, sat up straight in her bed in Ginny's room. It was her wedding day. She woke to Mrs Weasley bringing her a light breakfast of fruit salad to eat, before Hermione and Ginny, her two bridesmaids, entered. They carried between them her wedding dress that she had picked out with their help several months previously. As the sun rose above the Burrow, Lyra dressed into her white ball gown of a wedding dress and turned to face the mirror. She stood there, her long dress drowning her and she frowned slightly before turning to her two friends.
Finally, all three young women were ready. Ginny left first, checking that Charlie was already in the orchard and underneath the trees where they would be married before allowing Lyra to leave her bedroom and manoeuvre her skirts down the rickety stairs of the Burrow. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Lyra found Andromeda and Teddy waiting for her. Together, after rearranging her train once more, they made their way out to the garden where the Weasleys were waiting for them. Andromeda made her way out to the front of the many seats, before Hermione and Ginny made their way down the aisle. They turned at the end, so they could see Lyra at the other end and smiled encouragingly. Lyra took the three year old Teddy's hand and together they made their way down the aisle to where Charlie and Bill stood.
Lyra smiled graciously at the hundreds of people crammed into the garden. Rita Skeeter stood to one side scribbling away on parchment. There were many people there who were the great and the good of the Wizarding world. People who Lyra did not know personally, but felt she should invite because her wedding was so high profile and it would be considered impolite to ignore them, especially as the wedding was being covered by the Prophet.
None of Lyra's family was there. All she had were Andromeda and Teddy. Remus had died the night Voldemort did, and Teddy had lost his mother that same night as well, after losing his grandfather a few days before his birth. Sirius had died at the end of her fifth year, and Lyra's parents had died when she was one.
As such, Lyra took Teddy down the aisle with her. One last link to her family, and the start of her future family. She, and Teddy, and Andromeda had become a unit since they had lost everyone else. Soon Charlie would join them in their small little family, and Lyra hoped that in a few years they would have added to it.
Lyra stood, under the shades of the trees in the orchard, with Teddy at his grandmothers side and Hermione and Ginny each standing behind her. Opposite her stood Charlie, and Bill beside him. Both men were beaming at her. Lyra couldn't help but let her eyes stray to where her family sat. Andromeda and Teddy. Oh, what she would give to have Sirius, Remus and Dora here at her wedding. Her parents, alive and well. Her family, a family by blood for the first time in her life. Instead, the two that represented her family here at her wedding were her godson, and his grandmother.
Lyra woke up, screaming. Her door banged open and a shadow sprinted in, his wand in his hand and a hard look on his face that softened as soon as he realised there was nobody else in the room with her - that she was safe. He pulled her into his arms and tried his hardest to stop her tears. Lyra broke down on her godfathers shoulder, gripping his pyjamas with her fists as she desperately tried to regain control.
"Sirius Sirius Sirius" she sobbed, over and over again. As she couldn't say any more Sirius merely hugged her, embraced her, kissed her hair and wiped away her tears as he waited for her to calm down and tell him what had scared her so.
"Lyra" he murmured, stroking her cheek with one hand as he embraced her with the other, "it's ok Ly I'm here I'm here you're safe and I'm here."
Eventually, Lyra calmed down enough to tearfully narrate her dream. How she had been alone, had only Teddy and Andromeda to stand as her family on her wedding day. How her wedding was held at the Burrow. How he was dead, how Remus was dead, how Dora was dead. How her wedding was everything that wasn't what she and Charlie had planned.
Sirius swallowed at the thought that in her dream he had died. How he had left her. Left her alone, wasn't a part of her wedding day. Just the thought that as a family that had gone though the war in the epicentre, Lyra's dream could have very well been reality.
"Ly, I'm ok, I'm alive, it was just a dream!" But Lyra's tearstained face that turned to him showed him clearly how much it had hurt her, and his heart clenched at the thought that she wasn't feeling comforted at all.
"Ly, come on" he finally said, easing himself off the bed and her onto her feet. He led her gently out of her room and across the hall into his own. She hadn't slept in his bed much since she had defeated Voldemort, as the nightmares had been less bad and less often, but tonight she clearly needed to not only be away from her own room, but also to be with him.
As a baby, Lyra had always been able to find comfort in his arms, and when she was fifteen and suffering from the memory of Cedric's death every night he had offered the same and she had accepted gratefully. Sirius had always able to give comfort to Lyra that nobody else but Remus, Tonks and Charlie had ever been able to match.
Lyra finally returned to sleep, a deep peaceful sleep, in her godfathers arms. As he watched Lyra snooze, as he had the infant just nineteen years before, Sirius kissed her forehead gently.
"I love you Ly" he whispered. It broke his heart that even now she had done it, had killed Voldemort, had freed herself and was safe, she still had nightmares about what could have happened.