A/N: Thank you for all of your kind reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter as it is one of my favourites. The next few chapters are more dramoine centric, so look forward to that :)

November 7th, 1999 - Sunday

Sunshine streams into Theo's eyes and he slits them open against the glare. His curtains are wide open, showing off the blue sky and rolling hills behind the Manor. He pushes his blankets off of him and rolls off his bed. Though he often enjoys a long sleep in, today is not the day.

Today is the day he gets married.

"Thelma," Theo calls, and his house-elf apparates into his room with a startling crack.

"Good morning, Master Nott. How can Thelma be of service?"

"Did an owl arrive from Draco Malfoy this morning?"

Thelma nods enthusiastically and produces a letter with a snap. "Juney brought it to Thelma this morning, Master Nott."

Theo smiles down at the little elf. "Thank you. Could you get out my best dress robes?"

"Of course, Master." Thelma chirps.

"Thelma," Theo stares down at the little elf he is so fond of. "I have a favour to ask of you. This is not a command, it is a favour."

Thelma's yellow eyes grow even wider and her ears twitch. "May Thelma ask… what… why does Master Nott require a favour?"

Theo grins, feeling almost foolish. "Thelma, today I am marrying Luna Lovegood. I was hoping you would do me the favour of picking some flowers from the garden for her and going to her flat and helping her get ready as she needs?"

His house-elf bursts into tears, "Of course, Thelma will take care of everything."

Theo nods, almost nervous in the face of his house-elf's weeping, but she raises her hand and disappears with a snap, leaving Theo with an envelope from Draco.

"Theo,

Granger and I will be at your Manor at 3PM.

Congrats,

DM"

Theo tosses the letter onto his bed and heads into his shower. He scrubs himself down, lingering longer than usual in front of the mirror to make his hair stay flat. Theo nearly doesn't recognize himself. His green eyes are brighter than normal, and he has almost a crazed look on his face. Theo wonders if this is what he looks like when he's happy.

He almost wonders if Luna will even recognize him, but dismisses the thought instantly.

She's been staying at the Manor most nights for the past week. They spend their evenings walking in the gardens or sitting in his study. She likes to perch on the window seat with a book and get lost in her own thoughts for hours at a time while he runs through his account ledgers.

Sometimes they sit together by the fire and talk. Sometimes, when Luna gets sleepy, she'll reach her hand out and lead him into his room; she curls towards him under his covers, a parenthesis to every question he's never asked.

The first time she had done so, Theo's heart had nearly galloped out of his chest. He'd stared at her face from across the pillows, wondering if he should reach for her or stay still. Wondering if he'd somehow cross some line in his sleep and then never see her again.

She was always there when he woke up.

Theo finally emerges from the bathroom to find a tray of a small breakfast and his dress robes on his bed. He sits and eats before he thinks about putting on the robes, knowing that Thelma has probably already left for Luna's flat and wouldn't be there to help if he spilled on himself.

After he dresses, he cleans his entire room. Three days prior, he had emptied half of his wardrobe so that Luna would have space if she wanted it. He takes a walk down to the gardens and then goes far beyond. There are stables beyond the gardens, and Theo marches towards them, throwing open the door.

Though the stables have sat empty since before Theo's mother was alive, as of yesterday, they are no longer empty.

Inside are two Thestrals; glossy black mares that nicker when he approaches. They're still young, and he had fought the Ministry over the rights to have them. The Nott's have bred Thestrals for generations, and his father was an exception to the rule, barely a blip in the extensive line. They'd still kept up their paperwork and warding and it had forced the Ministry to accept his decision to once again resume the Nott's Thestral affiliation.

"Hello girls," Theo greets them. The last time he had been around Thestrals in this stable, he'd been a boy and hadn't been able to see them. His mother had to take him gently towards them, laying his hands on their flanks, allowing him to stroke the invisible coats.

Theo can see them now.

He wonders who his mother had watched die to see them back then. She'd never told him; had never even mentioned that death was the reason she could see them and he couldn't. He'd assumed it was an adult thing, seeing as his father could see them as well.

Despite their frightening appearance, Thestrals are known to be quite gentle with their masters, and though he is new to these mares, they are still curious. They press against him, seeking affection and treats, and Theo summons food to fill their troughs.

He hopes Luna will like them; though, he's almost certain she'll be thrilled. As far as he's seen and heard, Luna's never met a creature she didn't immediately love.

Besides, Theo had wanted to once again breed Thestrals under the Nott name since after his father died, and somewhere along the way he had lost the passion. Luna had reignited it.

It's only 1:30 PM by the time he returns to the Manor, and Theo doesn't have any further tasks to distract him. Luna isn't supposed to arrive for another hour and Draco and Hermione after that. By that point, Theo's afraid he'll have paced himself into the ground.

"Master Nott," Thelma's voice startles him, and he whirls to face her.

"Thelma," Theo gasps. "What's wrong? Why are you here? Where's Luna?"

Thelma raises her hands out gently, "Mistress Luna is fine. She is ready to see you."

"Oh, well, good." Theo exclaims, "please bring her here!"

"Close your eyes!" Thelma demands. Theo has never heard his house-elf demand anything in his life, so he automatically shuts his eyes tightly, even when he hears the distinct pop of an apparition.

The silence is deafening in the moments after, and Theo fights every instinct he has to open his eyes, to assess threats, to scan the area.

"Theo," Luna's sweet voice.

He opens his eyes to a vision —

Luna is standing in his foyer, sunlight shining down on her from their front bay windows. Her dress is an off-white cream with golden stars woven into every inch. It drapes across her skin, giving the impression that she is glowing.

Her long blonde hair is woven intricately, baby's breath and leafy green vines winding in and out. She looks like nothing more than a goddess of the forest, stepping out into starlight.

"Luna—"

He can hardly choke words out. He just stares and stares and stares until he's sure he's somehow fucked it all up because what kind of idiot stares at his future wife when she looks like the sun and can't say a thing.

"You like it," Luna announces easily, smiling at him.

It releases something inside of him and he finally steps forward, close enough to raise a hand, gently brushing his fingertips over the gossamer threads covering her collarbones.

She laughs. It sounds like music.

"You really like it."

Theo frowns; his first of the day. "I don't know how I get this, Luna."

"It's easy," she tells him, reaching out to lace her fingers with his. "You just accept it."

"Okay," Theo whispers. What else is he supposed to say?

"You look handsome," Luna tells him, her cheeks turning pink.

"You have put the sky to shame." He doesn't even know where the words finally come from, and he can feel himself flushing. Poetry and the written word has never been his thing; Draco could write sonnets out of scraps, but Theo has never met a blank page he wanted to fill.

Luna's blush extends down to her chest, and it suddenly suffuses Theo with heat. He reaches up and wraps his hands against her jaw, gentle and sure. He leans forward and presses his lips against hers, feeling her pulse beat rapidly against his palms. He has kissed her before —

He wants to kiss her until the world stops.

"Luna," he murmurs when he pulls away, "I have something to show you."

"A gift?"

Theo shrugs, "Sort of, though I did it for me, too."

"The best kind of gift," Luna assures him. "Where is it?"

"Outside. I don't want your dress to get dirty."

Luna tilts her head, "Oh, it won't. I have charms on it."

Theo extends his arm and Luna slips her fingers through it, her starlight wedding gown draping over his dark dress robes. He's staring down at it for a moment, wondering why it seems so important that they paint the entire galaxy into the night of his robes.

Luna doesn't rush him, and after a moment Theo shakes his head of his fanciful thoughts and leads her towards the gardens.

"Oh, I got your flowers," Luna tells him. "Thelma put some in my hair, and the rest are in our room."

Theo misses a step, "Our room?"

"Of course," Luna laughs.

Theo has imagined it a thousand times since he had met Luna Lovegood officially two weeks ago. His room suddenly filled with books and unusual items and unique clothes, and Luna. Laughter in the hallways that had always been frightening. One-day children that run around and create messes and are only scared of make-believe monsters that can be banished with something so simple as hugs.

Merlin — Theo wonders if he would have done things differently if he had known that hope like this could exist.

They reach the stable shortly, and Luna's head tilts towards the sunshine, blue eyes wide. It's an expression he's come to recognize: she's curious.

He opens the doors and the Thestrals whinny gently at the new person. Theo isn't stupid enough to ask Luna if she can see them — the war had answered that question for everyone he knows.

"Oh," Luna walks forward, "hello."

There's no fear present; she marches towards the Thestrals as though she is welcoming old friends. They nudge their skeletal heads at her gown, allowing her to wrap her arms around their necks and pet their glossy coats. Theo feels as though he is watching magic — deeper than the kind he has always known.

"Theo," Luna marvels, "how did you get Thestrals?"

Theo smirks, "Nott's have always bred them, for generations. My father was fool enough to sell off our last herd, but we have maintained the Class XXXX restriction for their breeding and domestication. These were filly's from the Hogwarts herd."

Luna's eyes are shining, and she leaves the Thestrals only to launch herself towards him. He barely catches her, wrapping his arms around her frame. She's laughing.

"Theo," she can barely catch her breath, "this is the best day of my life."

"You haven't even married me yet," Theo protests.

Luna finally sobers and stares at him, blue eyes seeing everything. "I know."

They take their time returning from the stables. Theo leaves the door open, allowing the Thestrals free range within Nott properties. Thestrals rarely leave their home, but even if these wanted to the Manor wards would keep them in.

They are at the edge of the garden when Thelma appears again. "Master Nott, Master Malfoy and Mistress Hermione are here."

"Please show them in, Thelma," Theo grins. "We'll be right there."

Thelma disappears easily, leaving them alone again. He turns to Luna and watches how she toys with a rose blossom at her side, gentle fingers on the petals.

"Last chance to run." He's aiming for a joke, but somewhere along the way, it has lost its humour.

Luna's lips curl at the corners, "I don't want to run."

Theo watches her solemnly. Her gaze never wavers; bloody Ravenclaws, who would have thought they could be as brave as Gryffindors?

"Alright. People are going to stare when we get to the Ministry. I've asked for a private room, but people will still know." He gestures at her stunning gown; there's no way they're getting away without the front page of the Prophet with her wearing such a wedding dress. He can't bring himself to regret it; the sight of her is going to be burned in his memory for the rest of his life.

Luna smooths a gentle hand down his dress robes. "Then they will know, and I'll be glad all the same."

She tugs him forward, and they head into the Manor.

Hermione and Draco are waiting in the front room, standing a careful distance from each other. Malfoy is wearing dress robes, and Granger has a periwinkle blue dress on that flares out gently at her waist, falling to her knees. Her hair is tied back into a neat chignon. Theo doesn't think he's ever seen it look so tidy and controlled.

"Hermione," Luna greets, leaving Theo's side to embrace the witch.

Hermione returns the hug, "Luna, you look… beautiful."

Luna pulls away and gives a little spin. "Thank you. Thelma helped me get ready."

His house-elf appears at her name, looking bashful. "It was Thelma's greatest honour, Mistress Luna."

Theo watches as Hermione's face scrunches slightly, and he fervently hopes she has the sense not to say anything to Thelma. He's heard of her crusade for the house-elves.

"You are a good elf," Hermione says instead. Thelma's little body seems to vibrate under the praise. It's been a big day for her.

"Well, shall we be off?" Theo asks.

Draco hesitates for a moment, briefly stepping closer to Granger. "Yes, but before we go, we'd like to invite you to our wedding."

"Yes," Hermione agrees nervously, "It's next week. November 14th."

Luna's smile is breathtaking, "Hermione, of course, we'll be there. Are you inviting D.A?"

Hermione flinches almost imperceptibly, her movement not lost on both Theo and Draco. "Hardly. Just Harry, Ginny and Ron. You and Theo. I suppose I should invite Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, though she didn't seem to expect it."

"We'll invite all the Weasleys, Granger. They should be there." Draco's face is set in a scowl, though his words ring truthfully.

"Perhaps Blaise and Padma?" Theo suggests, "I haven't seen Blaise in ages, and I don't think I've ever met Padma."

Draco glances at Granger with the unspoken question and she answers easily, "Maybe. Parvati might be there anyway if we invite George. She'd probably like to see her sister. I'll think about it."

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so happy for you!" Luna exclaims, squeezing Hermione's forearm.

Granger's expression flickers with pain for a moment, then settles on gratitude. "Thank you, Luna."

Theo watches this exchange. He's never been sure what to make of Hermione Granger, and Draco has been unwilling to discuss her on more than one occasion. He wonders if she's bearing this WPG and marriage with barely concealed pain, or if it's more than that.

He's surprised to see her even attempting to go along with the WPG — he'd been sure she would fight. He'd been so sure she'd fight it until the very last moment, perhaps even going on the run once again. Somehow he doesn't like that Hermione Granger is bending.

He wonders what's changed.

"Ready, Granger?" Draco's voice drags him from his thoughts, and he watches his best mate extend his elbow to the witch he had once called a nightmare. Granger takes his arm easily, as though she's done it before. Theo thinks his mouth may be hanging open.

Luna's gentle fingers on his elbow drag him back to reality.

"Let's go." He walks them all to the Floo, suddenly glad he had insisted that the fireplace be scrubbed down. Luna's dress is still somehow a clean cream colour.

"The Ministry of Magic, second floor." Theo declares, throwing down the Floo powder.

They arrive at the Floo station on the less busy second floor, and Theo marches with Luna towards the marriage offices. There's a lineup at the window, and he can see people pointing. They make a bit of a spectacle, reformed Death Eater Theodore Nott and Order of the Phoenix member Luna Lovegood. It doesn't help that they're being trailed by Malfoy and Granger.

Theo noticed though that they aren't walking together. Hermione is behind them, head held high. Draco is almost ten feet behind that with a stony expression on his face.

If Theo didn't know better, he would assume they still hated each other, only he had been with them moments before and they had been perfectly civil.

He wonders how long they will keep the WPG rumours at bay. The Daily Prophet would have a field day with the news that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had been matched.

They reach the door that leads into the small private courtrooms that hold elopements. Theo holds the door for Luna and their two guests, and is immensely grateful there's no one else inside other than a witch at the counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She greets.

"Theodore Nott," he answers, "I have an appointment for a marriage ceremony today."

She nods professionally, waving her wand and summoning a scroll. She signs a few lines and slides it to him.

"Please sign here. Is this Miss Luna Pandora Lovegood?"

Luna blinks widely. "Yes?"

She slides the paper towards Luna, and Luna signs with a flourish.

"The officiant is in the room, down the hall on the left. Your guests can follow you in."

The room they enter is on the smaller side and contains a small altar with an older gentleman standing behind it. He has a neat moustache and a crooked tie, and when Theo hands him the paper he and Luna had signed, he doesn't even blink. His unflappable air suddenly endears him to Theo.

"Witnesses?" He asks.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger," Draco announces easily. Hermione glances at him, surprise flickering across her face.

"Very good," the man says, then gestures towards each side of his small alter. "Please, Mr. Nott, stand here with Mr. Malfoy beside you. Miss Lovegood, over there, Miss Granger beside her."

They arrange themselves in a loose triangle, and the officiant clears his throat. Theo is staring at Luna, suddenly terrified she'll apparate from the room and never return, even though there are anti-apparition wards in the Ministry.

Luna, oblivious to his fear, watches the officiant. She shows no signs of fleeing.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. We are here today to tie Mr. Theodore Matthias Nott in matrimony to Miss. Luna Pandora Lovegood. Marriage is a source of strength in troubled times, and may nourish not only each other, but the surrounding community. We at the Ministry continue to hope that your union will be blessed with care, respect, and a mutual appreciation. Thank you for joining us today. Will those of you who are present today, surround both Theodore and Luna in friendship, offering them both your support throughout their marriage?"

He turns abruptly to stare at Draco, who shifts uncomfortably before saying, "I will?"

The officiant turns to Hermione, and she answers before he repeats the question. "I will."

He nods and then reaches out, taking Luna's hand gently and pulling it across to where he has grabbed Theo's. He lets their hands clasp lightly.

"Mr. Theodore Nott, do you take Miss. Luna Lovegood as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Theo wonders if his hand is sweaty before he blurts, "I do."

"And Miss. Luna Lovegood, do you take Mr. Theodore Nott to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Luna's cheek dimples as she smiles. "I do."

"By the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Theo tugs Luna's hand gently, and she floats towards him. He leans down and kisses her, his hands somehow finding her waist in all of his nervousness.

He pulls away only slightly, setting his forehead on hers. She's grinning.

"I'll have you all sign the certificate of marriage now." The officiant produces a fancy-looking paper on cream cardstock. It's got gold embossing and the Ministry emblem on the right-hand side. Theo signs it in a shaky hand, his signature looking pathetic next to Luna's penmanship. He notices that Granger has even more abysmal writing than he does when she signs one of the witness lines. Malfoy's is perfect.

"Wands." The man taps his own to the emblem, and it glows briefly. Luna doesn't hesitate to do the same, so he follows her lead.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Nott. You're married in the eyes of the Ministry." The man says, performing a quick spell to duplicate the certificate. "I'll be filing this at the marriage office, and this copy is for you both to keep."

Luna takes it gently, staring at the writing on the page. She turns to Theo after a moment.

"I didn't know your middle name was Matthias." She tells him.

Theo tenses. "It was my father's, and it's better left forgotten."

She nods briefly. "Pandora was my mother's name. I haven't heard anyone say it in so long."

Theo wraps his arm around her waist, leading her out of the room. They reach the front desk, and Theo sighs. There's a crowd outside of the door, and it isn't difficult to spot Rita Skeeter at the front of it, floating quill at the ready. He's abruptly glad the Ministry charms windows to be opaque, so the crowd hasn't noticed them yet.

"Perhaps you and your wedding party would like to take advantage of our private floo?" The receptionist says unexpectedly. "It won't take you outside the Ministry, of course, but if you floo to Miss. Granger's office, you might have a few moments free."

Theo turns to watch a blushing Hermione thank the receptionist by name and abruptly remembers that Granger works here. It's no wonder the receptionist knows her.

"The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is on the third floor," Hermione tells them, "and I don't have a private floo, so there will be a few people there. Once we exit the department, turn left. There's a Floo Station only a little farther beyond."

"Thank you," Theo says.

They head through the small fireplace, following Hermione as she says "Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures" and disappears through the flames.

Her department is far more chaotic than the previous, and as soon as Theo steps out of the floo he can hear multiple people greeting Granger.

"Hi Donna," Granger replies, "we're just stopping by on the way to the Floo Station. A bit of traffic on the second floor."

Donna, an older witch with bright orange hair, stares straight at Theo and Draco as though Voldemort himself has come back to life in front of her.

"Oh, my," she murmurs, her hand creeping up to grab at her heart. "Hermione — that's —"

Hermione steps towards the door, "Yes, Donna, this is Theo Nott and Luna Lovegood, friends from Hogwarts."

"Mal — Malfoy…" Donna's words seem to have left her.

Hermione glances back casually, and sniffs casually, as though she has just noticed Draco Malfoy, known Death Eater, has followed them out of the floo.

"Mr. Malfoy, yes," Hermione nods, "Theo's good friend. We must be off, Donna. Lots to do. Please ensure you get that report on Selkie migration on my desk by tomorrow morning if you could."

Donna nods stupidly, and Hermione breezes past her, opening the door and allowing Theo, Luna and Draco to exit first. She shuts the door with a snap, and Theo wonders if she's annoyed at Donna's treatment of them or the fact that she had to drag them through her workplace. He wonders if she realizes just how much gossip she'll be at the centre of now.

"Thank you," he says again, this time a little more earnestly. "They'll be talking about you, you know."

Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, shrugs. "Don't you think maybe I'm used to that? My best friend is Harry Potter."

Draco coughs, and Theo suspects he may have been covering a laugh.

He suddenly wonders if pairing Granger with Draco was such a good idea — he didn't realize how snarky she was.

"Besides," Hermione Granger pins him with possibly the most conniving, Slytherin grin he's ever seen. "That selkie migration report isn't due for weeks. She'll be scrambling to get it done."

"Serves her right for being so nosy," Draco mutters.

Luna laughs, and Theo can only stare at the Gryffindor witch in surprise at her cunning.

They arrive at the Floo Station with only minimal stares, though Theo knows the crowd that waits only a floor below will be here within moments.

He takes Luna's hand and tugs her into the fireplace with him. Draco watches him, a smirk playing on his face.

"Come to the Manor," Theo invites. "We'll have a Firewhiskey."

Draco nods, "We'll be there."

Theo throws down the powder, spinning away with Luna at his side. They arrive in their main foyer only moments later and step out. Theo knows they have seconds before Draco and Granger arrive, so he turns to Luna and winds both arms around her waist.

She's still smiling.

"Luna Pandora Lovegood," he murmurs, kissing her in between syllables. He doesn't even have any other words to share with her, but he can't seem to stop his movements.

Luna laughs into his kiss, "It's Luna Pandora Nott, now, actually."

Theo feels fit to burst; he wonders how people do this, just accept that there's a whole other person walking around separate from themselves who seem to carry the key to everything.

He wonders if Luna knows that she's everything.

"Luna —" he says.

His floo flares to life behind him, and he pulls away just slightly, enough to face Granger and Malfoy, who step through together. He would have paid galleons to watch them navigate floo-ing together from the Ministry.

He's still got one arm around Luna's waist, but Draco extends his hand and Theo reaches his free one out to clasp it.

"Congrats, mate," Draco says, before turning to Luna. "Lovegood — err, Nott, now, I suppose. Congrats. And sorry. For everything."

Luna's blue eyes take him in, and Theo watches as she stares. He knows Draco is uncomfortable under her gaze.

"I believe the fern is working, Theo," Luna's voice is gentle, and Malfoy blinks at her words. "Perhaps we should have some champagne."

Thelma appears as if summoned, and she's carrying a tray with four champagne flutes on it. They each take one, and at the last moment, Theo turns to the little house-elf, who has now watched over him his entire life. Possibly, the only one in the entire Manor that cared at all for him after his mother died.

"Thelma," He releases his hold on Luna for a moment and crouches down, staring into her enormous eyes. "I think we could wait a moment, why don't you get your own glass as well. It's a celebration after all."

"Master Nott, I couldn't—"

"You could." He interrupts. "And you should, Thelma. You're a part of this household, and it's our honour to have you with us."

Thelma looks as though she may burst into a second round of tears, but she disappears easily. Theo stands again, seeing that Draco is staring at him in surprise.

"Theodore Nott. Who would have known?" Hermione Granger is watching him, a smile on her face. "That was kind of you."

He can feel his cheeks going red even as he watches Draco scowl at her praise, but Thelma saves him from responding by reappearing with a small champagne flute in her hands. She is shaking and her giant eyes are damp, but she speaks before anyone else can.

"May you now feel no cold, for you will be the warmth to each other. May you have no loneliness or fear, for you are the companion to the other. May you always have shelter and a purpose to serve, and may it bless your household as you grow into a shared lifetime."

Theo stares at his house-elf after her ringing words. No one else moves.

"Thelma," Luna murmurs, "that was lovely. Where did you hear that?"

Thelma shrugs her tiny shoulders. "This is the traditional house-elf wedding blessing, Mistress Nott. Thelma did not know how else to honour your marriage."

Luna's eyes look suspiciously shiny, though she clears her throat and reaches down to clink her glass against Thelma's. "Well, thank you, Thelma. It was beautiful."

They toast all around and touch their glasses together, sipping at their champagne. Simple conversations break out, flickering through. Even Thelma gets sucked into a discussion with Granger, and Theo watches suspiciously for upset, but they seem happy.

"Ministry was odd, wasn't it?" Draco's voice is pitched low, and Theo glances over. He's drinking his champagne, but his silver eyes are thoughtful. Theo is once again reminded that Draco Malfoy has been the smartest person in every room for most of his life unless Granger was there. Theo knows better than most why Draco hated her so much; he knows the expectations that Lucius had.

"Very… practical." Theo agrees.

Draco hums, "No mention of love. I believe they have changed the script."

"Notice they cut the line from the ceremony that asks if we were there of our own free will."

"The Ministry has approved mandated marriages en mass and then expects us to fulfil our 'duty' and procreate with no regard to the kind of trauma that could cause. I hardly think they care about our free will if they go about treating our witches like cattle."

Theo can feel the blood drain from his face. He's staring at Luna when he answers. "That's not what this was. Is."

"I know that," Draco scoffs. "She's in love with you. It's obvious."

Theo stares at his wife. It doesn't feel obvious.

A/N: The house-elf wedding blessing was borrowed from the Apache Wedding Blessing which goes as follows:

"Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: his life, her life and your life together."

Luna's Wedding Dress inspiration can be found here: journal/2020/1/16/styled-calypso-gown