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Category: Pre-OotP, Alternate Universe
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Drama
Warnings: Intimate Sexual Situations, Mental Abuse, Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations, Negative Alcohol Use
Rating: R
Reviews: 15
Summary: REPUBLISHED 5/2014
The final story in the Continuum/Ranimer/Growing Up with Mum and Dad arc. Can the Marauders and their children stop time from spiraling out of control or unleashing a fate worse than Voldemort in time? Please read the previous stories first so the time-travel aspects make sense.
Hitcount: Story Total: 64695; Chapter Total: 1487
Author's Notes: Hi all, I hope someone is still reading. Here is the wedding of no one's dreams. Hope you enjoy. MNF
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Chapter 22:
“This isn’t the wedding I was expecting,” Anwen said softly into Sirius’ chest. Julia Potter had just dropped off a set of formal wedding robes for them both, and she was now helping Lily and Eva get dressed. Not far away James, Peter, and Remus were doing the same. Rings had been brought out of the Parker vault and would be used. Every item that would be part of this wedding save her small bouquet of myrtle and daffodils were part of someone else’s wedding day too. It was all a show to save Anwen’s life. Sirius’ parents were oddly compliant, although Sirius confessed Andrew Potter had created a substantial dowry for her to ensure his parent's cooperation. All the Blacks, including several suspected Death Eaters, would be present to witness the event. Anwen had the Potters, her grandmother in disguise and her friends. The marriage would be presided over by Professor Dumbledore, although Professor McGonagall was assisting and ensuring he didn’t blow their plan. “It feels dashed together.”
“It is,” Sirius dryly replied. “But, we will still be married, and you will be safe.”
“We hope.”
“Hey, older me had faith it would work. He seemed to remember this marriage, although it was difficult for him.”
“How in the world do you keep that many lives straight in your head?”
“No effin’ idea.”
“Thank you for not swearing right now,” she said with a shy smile.
“Hey, I know you don’t like it. If I’m going to be your husband, it’s the least I can do.”
“I suppose we need to put these things on then,” she whispered, looking at the robes which had previously been worn by Alice Longbottom, little more than three years ago. There was yet another tiara that would set on her head. Anwen was beginning to think she was happier when she was just some Muggle who had magical skills.
“Anwen, love, please don’t be so sad about this. I always hoped you’d be willing to become my wife —”
“I’m not sad about that, knowing I’m with you until the end is everything to me. I just wished I’d have had more say in the planning of my own nuptials.”
“How about we have another wedding when all this is over, and Voldemort is gone? We can invite your parents and siblings and do exactly what you want?” Sirius leaned down and kissed her softly.
“You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you. You have to know that.” She nodded, and then something struck her, and her eyes flew open.
“Sirius, if we’re married, does that mean we have to consummate our wedding?” For his part, Sirius was anxious to take their physical relationship further; but he also knew she was young, very young.
“We can talk about that with Mr and Mrs Potter and Professor McGonagall about it, but I think our sex life is what stops those dangerous explosions of magic you keep having.”
“Really, no other way? Can’t go fly at one-hundred kilometers an hour or swim across the lake?” Anwen wasn’t large, but at this moment Sirius swore she was smaller than a first year.
“Love, regardless of what happens I will be with you and take care of you, even through this. Anyway, I have a feeling that once we do more than snog, you might find you enjoy it.” The smile on his face was priceless, and it made her laugh.
“You’re such a hound-dog. Come on, let’s get married,” she said as she detangled herself from him and summoned her robes to her. “I’ll take the bedroom, you can change in the loo. Lily and Eva are coming to do my make-up and hair.”
“I’ll go hang with the guys in the Common Room until it’s time to leave. See you in the Great Hall. I love you, Anwen Llyn Hodgson-soon-to-be-Black.”
“I love you too, Sirius. I might not be keen on this wedding, but never doubt that you are the one sure thing in my life.
*****
An hour and twenty minutes later, Professor Dumbledore pronounced Anwen and Sirius husband and wife. Their magic had been bound by the old rites, and Sirius felt a measurable upsurge in his own power. The classical ensemble began to play the processional as the pair were greeting their parents and guardians; when they stopped and focused on a lone figure at the back of the room. Carefully Sirius tucked his wife behind him and was then flanked by the Marauder’s, the Potter family, and the school staff.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” Anwen asked quietly.
“Yeah, that’s him. He looks different than I remember though,” Sirius answered.
“He looks evil. Even if we didn’t know it was him, I’d know there was something wrong with him. His magic is repulsive.”
“You have no business here, Tom,” Dumbledore said, taking the front point of the triangle, which had surrounded the newlyweds.
“Why the marriage of my close friend and associate’s son to the lost princess of the Parker line is most definitely my business,” he said smoothly with a tone as slick as an oil spill. A chill raced down Anwen’s spine, so strong Sirius felt it too. Since they were so entirely surrounded, he slid her to his front and wrapped his arms tightly around her midsection.
“Sirius, you’ve grown,” Voldemort continued. “The last time we had the pleasure you were only a boy. Now you’re a man, and a talented one at that.” Sirius didn’t say a word in response. Andrew Potter was proud of the boy, as he was often the first of his children to shoot off his mouth in protestation or disagreement.
“I can just barely see your beautiful wife,” he continued. “So young, so fair, so powerful like the entire line of witches in her family. You’re lucky to have someone so prised.”
“My wife is not a prize!” Sirius yelled over the heads of the people surrounding them.
“Of course, she is,” Voldemort taunted. “All women are prizes; some just have more worth. In time, she will come to fully understand hers. Perhaps she will be like her grandmother?” He paused and gaged the faces of Dumbledore and the Potters. “Oh, I know you tried to hide her old man, and erase all information about it; but I have my ways of knowing things. I will be watching, Sirius. I shall take my leave now; cake and dancing are not of my liking. Orion, dear friend, thank you for the invitation.” He then turned on his heel and walked back out of the wedding, the Great Hall, and Hogwarts.
Anwen turned and cried into her husband’s arms. The noise in the Great Hall was getting louder, and people began to shout at each other. The uneasy peace which had been agreed upon for the young couple’s sake was now broken, and Dumbledore was worried further violence would erupt.
“Honoured guests, we thank you for coming to witness the wedding of Anwen and Sirius. If you would please file out and head back to Hogsmeade for your Disapparation, thank you. Student, please remain in place. Professors and prefects, take control of your charges.”
While Dumbledore was dealing with the guests, Professor McGonagall took charge of the wedding party. “Now, all of you, follow me,” she said crisply, leading them behind a tapestry and into a secret passageway. They came out in a small dining room.
“You can rest in here, I’ll have the house elves bring in the cake and the champagne.”
“Have any Firewhiskey?” Sirius asked.
“No, although I’m sure your mates have some stowed away in their trunks.”
“That’s for sure,” James whispered.
“I’m sure you use it in moderation, right son?” Andrew responded.
“Of course, Dad.” Laughter rang out, and everyone seemed at ease except for the Blacks — Orion, Walburga, and Regulus. Anwen, sensing this might be her moment, walked over to them.
“Hello father, mother,” she said before quickly kissing their cheeks. “I’m so happy you could be with us today.”
“Of course,” Walburga said. “We wouldn’t have missed our son’s wedding day. I’m sorry your day was cut short.”
“Wal-,” Orion started.
“Sir, I can only imagine the pressure you are under and in your shoes, I might have felt the need to extend the invitation as well,” Anwen’s voice nearly broke as she said this, but the Black’s protection of her was of vital importance. Hopefully, they would care more for family — especially if they liked her — than the demented xenophobe Orion had befriended. This was going to be a political game as well as a magical one. Andrew had been schooling her in the finer points of diplomacy and mediation.
“Anwen, that was kind of you to say,” Walburga spoke when her husband stood slack-jawed. “Come on, my elder son seems to be worried that you’ve walked away from him. Shall I return you to him, and give you both my warmest blessing?” She offered the younger woman her arm and Anwen wrapped hers through.
“I think that sounds delightful,” the bride replied.
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