CARVED IN THE STARS
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❝You look so beautiful in this light
Your silhouette over me
Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it's enough for me
'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need❞
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LUCIA WAS NERVOUS. SHE NEVER thought she would be this nervous, especially for something that wasn't war or even travelling throughout Great Britain with Luna for more information on the existence of certain creature. She was getting married.
She would be lying if she didn't say that admitting that wasn't odd. It really was.
For goodness sake, she never even thought it was possible for her to do so. It just didn't sound all too believable for her as she sat in front of the vanity in Ginny's room, her friends helping her apply her makeup.
She was actually getting married. Wow.
And not to just anyone, but to Harry James Potter himself. The person she had fell in love with after so long, and look where she was now, getting herself ready to be wed to him.
It was funny, really, since it felt like it was just yesterday when she yearned to live a normal life, to do things that she wanted, and to do things for herself. How it felt as if it was yesterday when she was scared to do many things, especially seizing the day and crossing that imaginary line she drew between enjoying her life to the fullest and just doing things she didn't want to. She remembered just how much she was kept back by shackles before.
Now there was no such shackles.
Albeit marrying him would not be one of her greatest achievements in her life, she would have to say that this was the achievement she would indeed cherish in her heart until she dies. Today was the proof that she was able to love, and that the love she felt for him was not as temporary as she had first predicted back in fifth-year.
"I think I saw Skeeter..." said Lavender from the window as she peered down.
Lucia tensed. "What?" she panicked.
"Please tell me she didn't enter through the barrier," said Hermione, alarmed. Luckily, Lavender shook her head.
"More like she was escorted far and far away from the premises the moment she was caught by the Aurors," said Lavender, who gave Lucia a chance to exhale in relief. "Huh, looks like marrying the Boy-Who-lived — twice — isn't such an easy feat,"
"He's not a boy though anymore, is he?" Astoria chuckled.
"Yeah, he's more of a prat," said Ginny, carefully laying small flowers she had picked from the garden she and Lucia had once plant during the summer of 1997. For once, Lucia didn't try to smack her hand away for touching her hair.
"Can you get me the tiara?" Astoria instructed, and Parvati nodded.
"It's so beautiful..." awed Parvati as she handed Astoria the tiara; it was small, yet beautiful in the eyes of the beholder as the gleaming stone shone at the centre of the golden frame. "I never knew you owned one..."
"Well, I didn't know I owned one too. I've never even gotten the chance to check through my vault before, but when I did, I found this beauty," said Lucia, admiring her reflection in front of the mirror as Astoria propped the small tiara on the crown of her head, before Hermione went to attach the veil on it. "I asked my mum a few months ago, and she said something about it being worn by her once... so I'm kind of guessing it was something my dad made for her,"
"Every time I listen stories about your dad, all I can do is sigh and think of how much of a dreamboat he is," said Lavender, sitting on Ginny's bed.
"I agree... Imagine making stuff for someone you love? You dad..." said Parvati trailingly, almost drooling.
"He was also a prat," said Lucia in an amusing manner, as she turned around toward them. "I asked my mum if I can use it for today, and she gave me a small nod. I took that as a yes to use it."
"Adorable lady, she is," sighed Astoria.
"Knock, knock,"
Ron appeared at the doorway with Mawar Lim by his side. It had seem to them that he'd escorted the woman up here. Lucia, along with her friends turned to them with a soft smile. And her smile merely deepened when she saw the look of fondness that graced Ron's face.
"Hello, Ron. Hi, Mama," greeted Lucia.
But Ron was too tongue-tied at the sight of his friend, causing Hermione to shake her head and nudged his ribs. "Earth to Ronald,"
"Oh — uh — sorry," stammered Ron blushingly.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" said Hermione to Ron, who nodded endearingly.
"The only time she is," he said.
"I don't appreciate your presence anymore, Ron. Get out!" said Lucia, pointing out of the door.
Ron held his hands up in defence. "Right, right. Sheesh, m'sorry," he said. "Can't joke around down there, now I can't even joke around up here?"
"Hark, says the one that was practically panicking about today all morning," said Hermione, folding an arm over her shoulder.
"Love you, 'Mione," grinned Ron.
Hermione scoffed. "Bring that love somewhere else,"
"I can't even be appreciated inside my own home," Ron said theatrically.
"Stop being dramatic," said Ginny, throwing a pillow at the tall man. "What are you doing here anyway? You spoiled the surprise!"
"Bloody hell, woman," Ron caught the pillow, rolling his eyes. "I thought it was evident enough? Mrs. Lucia's Mum here actually indirectly asked me to bring her up here to see Lucia,"
"Indirectly?" Lavender leaned her head to the side, confused as she stared at her ex-boyfriend. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Like how it's supposed to mean," retorted Ron, sitting the old woman on Ginny's bed graciously. "Anyway, Fleur and Juniper are with Mum downstairs. She told me to tell you lot to come downstairs — that's if, you're done with..." Ron gestured to Lucia, flailing his arms around. They all looked at him, both humorously and deadpanning. "Because, well, everyone's here now and it's about to start,"
"Say less, brother," said Ginny, patting her brother's cheeks as she walked past him with the others following her.
"Do not steal any food before it even starts, Ronald," warned Hermione, stopping in front of her fiancé.
"Do you think I'm a fool, Hermione?" teased Ron. "I would never cross Mum like that,"
"George and Juniper's wedding a year ago," reminded Hermione with a quirk of a brow at him, amused.
"O-Only then, things are different now," said Ron in defence. "Though, mine and Harry's behind never been the same —"
"Too much information, darling," said Lucia.
Hermione shook her head, smiling. "Come on, Ron. We don't want to let the others waiting — Harry's probably panicking about you too,"
"He'll be fine," grinned Ron, as they both walked through the threshold when Lucia stopped them.
"Wait!"
The pair peaked back inside the room, eyeing the bride peculiarly. Hermione was the first to speak through the evident silent when she saw Lucia fidgeting with the hem of her long lace veil nervously. "Is there something wrong?"
"It's just that —" Lucia's breath hitches as she faltered immensely. Ron and Hermione looked at her worriedly. "Never mind. It's nothing really..."
"No, no. Just tell us, Lucia. You know you can trust us with whatever," said Ron earnestly.
Lucia swallowed the lump that was stuck in her throat and continued to fiddle with the veil.
"W-Well, if that's so, then can I talk to you, Ron? After this?" The pair was surprised by her query, and noticing their looks, Lucia quickly added, "You can be there when I talk to him, Hermione. It's just something regarding the wedding and —"
"It's all right," said Hermione. "If there's something you need and that you think Ron's the only one that can help you, feel free to ask him,"
"Thank —"
"As long as it doesn't involve something sexual or cheating on either Harry or me —" she added.
"No, no!" said Lucia immediately, her face twisting in disgust. "That's repulsive — I would never cheat on Harry!"
"Yeah, that's kind of like a taboo in her part," said Ron.
"Well, as long as it's all innocent, I have no objections," said Hermione, before a wide smile spread on her lips. "Call for him when you're ready,"
Lucia nodded graciously. "And Ron, can you go fetch Hugo as well. I need to talk to you both,"
With a final, yet confuse nod from Ron, he and Hermione disappeared out of the door, shutting it behind them, leaving her with Mawar in the room.
Lucia looked at her mother, her heart enveloped with warmth. After the unfortunate events that she had went through, she never thought she could celebrate anything with any family members anymore... All she thought was the chances of her celebrating one of her biggest milestones in life, alone. But here her mother was, in front of her, smiling airily.
"Lucia," The mother greeted her daughter, holding her frail hand out for the younger woman to take. Lucia smiled and softly accepted the offer, sitting down beside her mum.
"I hear that Healer Morris is here? Are you okay? Is everyone treating you properly?"
"They are... how do you say? Swell," said Mawar, patting her daughter's hand, before she began admiring her: "You look so beautiful..."
"I reckon it's the tiara," blushed Lucia. "I'm never this beautiful..."
"That is rubbish," said Mawar slowly, eyes gazing out of the window where they could see the marquee. At the entrance Lucia saw the all of the party lining up in front of it. Her bridesmaid were gushing over Victoire and Teddy as they waited for their turn: Teddy was in his dress robes that was tailored identical to Harry's; Victoire was twirling around in her golden lace dress as much as she could, giggling excitedly as Fleur had the basket filled with flower petals draped over her forearm, talking to Juniper, who held Teddy's hand from him running away and chasing the chickens again.
"You're nervous, Lucia," Mawar pointed.
"Of course I am," sighed Mawar, gnawing on her red tinted lips. "I never thought myself as someone that would settle down,"
"But you're not actually settling down," The woman stated, her thick accent pushing through the barriers of her voice. "This is merely the start of a new chapter in your story," said Mawar, holding Lucia's side comfortingly. "I have talked to this Harry of yours that you talked so much of, and I trust that he would give you his world,"
"And him, mine," said Lucia looking down.
"So where does this fear come from?"
"I-I don't know..."
"There is nothing for you to frighten of any longer, my Little Flower," said Mawar softly, cupping Lucia's face in her frail hands as she tenderly brushed the single tear that had escaped from the corner of her eyes, smiling softly. "Well, you're no longer little now, are you?"
"Mama..." Lucia sniffled, trying not to cry. "I'll... I'll always remain yours and Papa's Little Flower..."
"I'm glad, but one day you'll have your own garden," said Mawar. "I just hope that I'll be there to see it..."
"You will," said Lucia determinedly. "You'll see it happening, I promise you,"
"Don't make promises you can't keep, love," said Mawar, smiling melancholically as she took in her daughter's appearance. Oh, how much she've grown... "Florian made that empty promise, yet I ended up outliving him..."
Lucia's eyes softened immensely.
"I really do wish he was here to walk you down to your groom... he had always dreaded the thought of your marrying... his Fiore and Stellina marrying..." Mawar chuckled, "But he'll also be glad that you found someone that's worth your time..." she sighed, "You've found your star, Melati. Stop chasing it now, because he is in your hands now,"
"I love you, Mama. You and Papa... thank you both for everything," said Lucia hoarsely, pulling Mawar into her embrace. "Thanks you..."
Unbeknownst to either of the two, hot tears brimmed Mawar's eyes as she hugged her daughter. "Although we couldn't be there most of your life, we've always remain your parents... I love you too, Melati..." She pulled Lucia in arms-length with a watery smile, "Now, don't cry, okay?"
"B-But,"
"No," said Mawar pressingly. "You have to get your last minute preparations ready before you walk down the aisle. I have to go down and dance with Molly and Arthur,"
Lucia managed a tearful laugh. "Dance?"
"Us three agreed to enter with style," said Mawar. "I may be old and a bit unhinged, but that does not mean I can't turn this English wedding into a pesta!"
She watched as her mother exited out of the room, shaking her booty and humming a song. She couldn't help but smile as she shook her head admiringly at the woman that nearly raised her if it weren't for the dead Lestrange family, which she would privately say that she was proud for killing the person that had tortured her mother and killed her the rest of her family.
Lucia wander around the room. She had just realised the decorations that had been put up, possibly to accommodate her whilst she was here, though she was all right with being in the familiar surroundings of Ginny's room. It was decorated by a series of fairy light that were fastened on the wall along with some flowers that she adored so much. She sighed propping her wedding dress. It was finally time...
Lucia made her way to the window and peered down to the orchard where everyone was waiting for her. Where Harry was waiting for her. And just the mere thought of him tugged her heartstrings, for she wondered what he was doing... Was he as nervous as she was?... Or perhaps this was nothing compared to him killing Voldemort?... Who was she kidding? Harry would probably have no worry in the world, maybe that was a sign for her to stop with her usual worrisome thoughts.
Looking down, the light-heartedness in her heart soon dimmed a bit. Would the day be much more perfect if they were here? If they were to attend?
Yeah. She could imagine it be much livelier, but death had their own sick way of telling people that life goes on and there was no need for them to dwell. But they were happy right? Up there, they're looking over all of them right? Looking over her and Harry? She hope so...
She watched idly by the window as she saw Harry talked lively with their friend before she heard the sound of music starting. It was a classical music, but as she had asked Ron and Ginny, when she were to enter, it would change into a Celine Dion song. Hopefully they knew who she was anyway.
Then, it was time for the party to enter: Mawar and her assigned Healers entered the marquee hand in hand, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who were in each other's arms, sporting their finest robes as disappeared down the aisle from as far as Lucia could see. Next was Kingsley, the officiant. Finally, it was time for the groom's party to enter.
Harry set foot into the marquee first before Ron, who turned to and waved at Lucia when he caught her gazing at them. She waved back lightly before limping her hand back on the windowsill as she watched George, Neville, Dean, and Seamus following behind them with their peony flowers tucked in their buttonholes.
Lucia heaved out a sharp breath, retreating from the window to the vanity, picking up the bouquet of arranged flowers to her liking that was fastened with the red ribbon she was very familiar of for years. She was actually going to do this. This was the beginning of a new chapter in her life, and somehow she felt excited to venture through. After so many hardships throughout the years, she was finally going into the chapter of happiness.
Knock.
She whirled around to see Ron and Hugo at the threshold with bright smile, their towering figure leaned against the doorway.
"Hugo! Ron!" Lucia beamed at the sight of them.
"Look at you..." said Hugo, taking in his little sister's appearance. He could almost tear up, but he refrained from doing so. "From leotards to wedding dress... from pointy-shoes to heels... you've grown up..." his voice cracked.
Ron caught the crack in Hugo's voice and snorted. Though, he couldn't help but understood the feeling.
"I-I'm happy that you could come..." said Lucia, smiling.
"Leon and the others are down in the marquee," told Hugo, holding his little sister's hands that seemed to be painted by henna. "What's this?"
"Oh, since we're only having one wedding, I thought why not mixed our cultures together. My mum taught me all about it..." said Lucia distantly. "She told me how my Ah-Ma did it too for her wedding..."
"Ah," said Hugo, nodding.
"So," Ron breathed in sharply, having ran up here subtly from the tent. "What did you need us for that was so important? I'm sure you could've told me before the wedding started if you didn't like the arrangement and all —"
"Ron," Lucia cut him off, a melancholic tone in her voice that made Ron stop from continuing his antics. He turned to her and Hugo and saw a hopeful gaze held in those glittering night eyes of hers as her long eyelashes fluttered. "I'll never ask this from anyone but you two, and I understand if you both will reject this, but can I ask you both to do me a favour?"
Ron and Hugo shared gazed with one another as their eyes widened, anxious.
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There was a sense of jittery anticipation that filled the warm tent as Harry stood at the arch, looking around the guest, waiting for the arrival of his bride. The general murmuring of excitement overtook the tent as they waited, and Harry was thankful that everything were going according to plan. Despite the slight interference of some trespassers, they were able to catch all of them before it all started.
He wanted this day to be perfect.
After going to at least two weddings — both of Weasleys — Harry had taken quite a few notes on how to plan the whole day. Bill and Fleur's wedding, though magical, it'd soon became a mini battle-zone between the Order and the Death Eaters; George and Juniper, well, their wedding was a wee bit different than others as it had consisted two days. One was the usual wedding and the other was a wedding following Juniper's culture that was somewhat similar to Lucia's: Her mother present as they lay their respect. Beautiful as well, however Ron had a little too many drinks and turned the peaceful wedding into a rambunctious party that, even when George and Juniper quite appreciated the turns of events, got him extremely in trouble for the rest of the week.
Harry bounced on the ball of his feet, breathing sharply. Perhaps it was just him, but little-by-little he was starting to feel nervous for the next step in his life. Was she feeling whatever he was feeling right now? Preposterous, Harry. He was the tiniest bit certain that she was feeling nothing but ease. After all, she had been talking about this day for so long now...
Who knew, Harry thought privately too himself, adjusting his collar anxiously. Who knew that marrying someone you've been dying to marry was much more harder than facing Voldemort?
Voldemort could suck toes for all he cared, but marriage was different.
Slightly feeling agitated from the feeling of anxiousness that was erupting from within his body, Harry turned to Ron for help. Only, his best man was nowhere to be seen...
"George," Harry whispered to the man that stood beside the empty space.
George who was humming tranquilly broke away from his thoughts, confused. "Huh?"
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.
George looked at the space where his younger was supposed to be in, then glanced at Harry. "Probably off to the loo," he tried to eased the Potter.
"Now out of all time?"
"Better now than when you say your vows," said George.
Harry took a sharp inhale and breathed it out, looking up at the lantern above his head. "I'm gonna kill him..."
Before George could utter another word, both saw Fleur and Juniper subtly sneaking into the tent, taking their seats at the second row, Fleur with her husband whilst Juniper sat in between Charlie and Percy. Their presence indicated the beginning of the ceremony, and Harry felt all of his worries regarding Ron slowly deteriorating...
"Harry," George called him.
"Huh?" he snapped out of his thoughts.
"W-Were we supposed to have extra guests?" he asked nervously.
Extra guest? No, they weren't supposed to have any extra guest... he was quite sure that everyone was already seated —
But when he followed where George and even Neville, Dean, Seamus and the people in the tent's gaze, Harry was all and all surprised. But he was not shock, just surprised to see them here: Buckbeak the hippogriff and a couple of thestrals stood proudly near the entrance right behind where Hagrid was sat as Crookshanks the half-kneazle cat sat down right beside the entrance with what looks to be a collar and peony flower in its mouth with Bao Bao, who was in a small tux. There was a blinding light that appeared out of thin air and in came Fawkes the phoenix as he soared with all his great flaming might around the marquee before settling itself high at the centre the arch behind Harry.
Murmurs filled the tent out of sheer astonishment at the assemble that had been readied — not in actuality, for this was certainly not planned. And he saw that from the looks of the rest of the Weasleys that held the same astonished expression on their faces. However, before any of them could further think more of this, they all fell silent as the music changed into the melody that Harry found quite familiar to, resonating from the lilies and roses.
Then everyone peered at the entrance as first that stepped in was the radiant Ginny Weasley, holding a small bouquet of jasmines in hand; she was wearing what looks to be a long one piece silky ruby dress as she strutted playfully halfway down the aisle, causing the guest to chuckle while her mother sighed out exasperatedly and her girlfriend whistles listlessly. The lucent Hermione Granger entered next, her dress was the same yet different than Ginny's as a belt hugged her waist and her usual bushy hair was tied up beautifully, embellished with the peonies she was holding as she walked down behind Ginny.
Harry found it extremely hard not to think of Ron's supposed reaction when looking at his best friend walking down the aisle. If only he wasn't out and about right now, because Harry was also certain that when he was to get his hands on him —
Lavender Brown entered the marquee, her golden hair that went pass her shoulder was tied in a side ponytail as a golden headband made to be an ornament for her hair. She smiled proudly, holding her small bouquet of flowers, occasionally waving to some of the guest that she knew and friends of — even sticking her tongue out at Seamus and Dean playfully, who scoffed at her playfully back. Then Parvati Patil stepped inside, her dark hair neatly plated into a long braid and into a bun that was being held by a barrette. The silky ruby dress hugged her figure nicely as she walked down to reach the rest of her peers at the end of the aisle, smiling graciously at the wonderful occasion that she was in. The four bridesmaid stood mirroring the groomsmen.
Finally, with her heel first into the tent, Astoria Greengrass stepped in with all her glory, gracing them with her regal confidence that simply resonated the room. With the peony flower crown upon her dark brown hair, she made it known to everyone that she was the maid-of-honour, as she sported an off-shoulder silky ruby gown, her heels made soundless clicks along the carpet as she walked. She winked shamelessly over to Draco Malfoy, who blushed immediately much to his mother's dismay, when she finally reached the end and settled across from where the best-man supposedly stood.
"W-Where's Ron?" Astoria hissed to both Ginny.
Noticing his absence, Ginny mouthed at Harry. "Where is he?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders with an attitude as he mouthed back. "How should I know?!"
They turned back to entrance as they heard a combined sound of giggles resonating there; Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley stood hand in hand, smiling brightly. The awes within the marquee chorused with one another as they watched the two toddlers stumbled down the aisle excitedly; The Weasleys were watching their niece-granddaughter-daughter with their heart seemingly melting as she aimlessly and playfully threw a bunch of petals around, giggling and appreciating the attention she was receiving. Harry, however, could not tear his eyes away from his godson as the strings of his heart was tugged immensely.
He had been too busy to noticed his clothes; the black tailored dress robes that was apparently identical to his, only mini. It was too adorable on him and Harry swelled with pride as for the first time, he was continuously changing his hair colour rather than stopping. Harry saw from even the corner of his eyes, Andromeda Tonks had her hand over her heart while her free one was squeezing her sister's at such sight.
The awes were quick to be ceased as Mawar Lim slowly stood up, causing the assemble of witches and wizards and some Muggles that were invited to follow the action.
Harry suck in a breath as George patted his back encouragingly. His heart never accelerated this fast against his chest before in all his life, it was unimaginable. He wanted to close his eyes to calm himself from further wrecking himself, yet at the same time he could not bring himself to do so. And he was glad he didn't, for there was a great collective sighs issuing all around the marquee.
The beautiful bride stepped in with her right feet hitting the carpet first, they were instantly overwhelmed by the etherealness of her beauty. But what they had not expect was the two people that were escorting her. It was a new sight to see.
With both of her arms looped around their arms, Hugo Beaumont and Ron Weasley stood bravely on either side of her, trying their best not to throw up or blush from the wide eyes they were receiving all around the tent. However, they didn't blamed them though, for when they found out themselves, they were anything but calm.
"Y-You want us to — ?"
"Like, both of us?!"
"Yes, both of you,," sighed Lucia, playing with her veil. "I genuinely want you both to be the people to escort me down the aisle,"
"B-But why us? Why me?" said Hugo, flabbergasted by this.
"Yeah! Why not your mum or something?!"asked Ron, pacing back and forth in comprehension.
"That would certainly be logical for me to do so, huh?" Lucia mused.
They snapped their heads at her.
"YES! YES IT IS!"
Lucia sighed. "But the thing is, Ron, Hugo, although she's my mum, I hate to say it but she was barely there in my life and I wished it was different. You both know me better," Lucia admitted. Ron calmed from his panicking, whilst Hugo stared at his little sister with a sad expression.
Noticing this, Lucia rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't look at me like that!" she said, waving them off. "I'm well aware of how pitiful it sounds, but it's the truth and whilst she still is my mum — the only one with blood relation to me that I love and is alive, I still don't think her walking me down the aisle feels quite right."
It was then it finally clicked in Ron and Hugo.
"Wait, you're asking us because... because..." Ron gulped.
"You think we know you better?" Hugo looked at Lucia, incredulous.
"I mean, yeah," Lucia stated quietly. "You... you both are like my brothers you know?" she said, shy to admit it as her tone of voice was barely coherent. "Hugo, you've been there for me since day one of me coming home and treated me like a brother should their sister... Ron, we may met later than sooner, but you're still someone important to me. You made sure to sometimes make me feel belonged and even comforted me so many times." Lucia seized both of their hands in hers lovingly, "I see you both as my older brothers... my patrons... Ron, you being my patron in the Wizarding World... and Hugo, you being my patron in the Muggle world..."
"B-But I've never done this before," said Hugo, stammering. "You're the first of any of our siblings to get married, Lucia..."
"H-How do we do this? Are we even befit to do this? We never had practices!" said Ron quietly, sinking back at the spot beside her.
Lucia rested a hand on Ron's shoulder, whilst the other still occupied Hugo's. "Then how about seeing this as practice if you both ever have children in the future?"
Hugo glanced at Ron. "I-I mean, practice doesn't sound too bad..."
"Mate, are you looking to have children one day?" snorted Ron.
"I was just thinking, okay!" huffed Hugo.
Lucia giggled.
"So, how about it?" she asked, looking at them expectantly.
Hugo and Ron shared a look momentarily before they sat Lucia down on the vanity chair together. Simultaneously, they seized the ends of her veil and lifted it so it covered her face.
"Let's do this," they nodded together.
Lucia smiled. "Thank goodness..." she sighed. "Now, put it back on the back, I don't want it to cover my face,"
"Oh, yeah, of course," said Hugo, and he and Ron quickly returned the veil to how it was before.
"She's so bossy," scoffed Ron.
"I know right?" mused Hugo.
Lucia rolled her eyes.
"Shush it, Ginger Snaps, Perfume,"
"I knew they would stare..." said Ron, losing his confidence from the stares that they were receiving.
"I think they're staring at that cat and ferret," whispered Hugo, beckoning at Bao Bao and Crookshanks beside them.
However, Lucia didn't falter her grip on either of their arms, merely tightening so neither could run away. "Pish posh," she whispered subtly to them, smiling. "I'm the bride, this is my wedding — they're looking at me,"
"Oh, yeah," Ron chuckled at his own antics. "I forgot,"
"Oh, you two..." Lucia shook her head, hiding her amusement.
The crowd seemed to forget all about Ron's position from being best man (who he still was) to the one escorting the bride with the bride's adopted brother. As they heaved out once again a collective sigh, the three centre of attention began walking down the aisle as the melodious music surrounding them that was resonating from the flowers that had been fastened around the marquee.
Lucia DiFiore had always been a breath-taking sight to behold, but somehow her beauty had tenfold as she glided down the aisle with Ron at her right and Hugo on her left, representing both different yet similar world that she lived in. Harry was sure that his heart was beating louder than it'd ever been as every step she took, he could only see the future he would have with her like he had always dreamt of.
It was a bit mind-boggling now that he thought about it, how times have truly changed for the better. They went from two friends, to two lovers desperate for love and unsure of their future, to now bride and groom, waiting for their fates to be sealed together.
Even with as they stood in the marquee, hidden away from the sun light, it was as though wherever she went, the sun followed her; Lucia was glowing, emphasising the radiance of her smile that she held on her plump, red tinted lips. Even as her head ducked briefly down, the glint of life was still being held prominently in those black eyes of hers that reminded them all strongly of the starry night sky. And don't get them started with the dress she wore: Albeit simple, it was a cream white lacey floral dress with lacey floral sleeves, there was just something luminescent about it. Perhaps it was the bouquet of arranged peonies and jasmine in hand that was fastened by the scarlet ribbon he knew so well, or perhaps it was the long veil that was attached to the tiara she was wearing that made it more elegant and all and all, graceful.
Though Harry simply knew it was just because of her.
She made the outfit more ethereal than it actually was. She was the reason the look was completed with such radiance. Because to him, everything about her was the epitome of beauty; from the ebony hair that flowed gracefully to her back in its curls, to the beaming aura of hers.
Merlin, Harry gasped internally in his head. He really do hope that someone was recording the whole scene that made him feel as though he was a protagonist of a film, for all he wanted was to replay the moment over and over again.
Lucia took a deep breath as all of her worries seem to diminish as the closer she reached the altar. It was as if everyone in the room was none of her concern, the only one in her mind at that moment was him. It was Harry Potter.
Finally.
Harry remembered daydreaming this day since before they went on the hunt. Since the first wedding he went, and the time he saw her in that dress, walking down the aisle as though it was her wedding. Their wedding. But now he could proudly wonder in his mind that this indeed was real and not a dream.
After dreaming of this for what felt like years, it was finally coming true.
Still divine as she finally reached him with Ron and Hugo, Lucia greeted him with a smile that could tug his heartstrings even in the toughest of times.
"Please treat her right," whispered Hugo seriously to Harry, who nodded.
"Of course,"
"Don't make me regret handing her to you," said Hugo.
"You won't," said Harry.
"Well, love her and cherish her or whatever. Just don't hurt her, yeah?" said Ron, limping his arm back to his side as Lucia went to take Harry's hand as graceful as she could be.
Harry smile at them. "Neither of you have to worry,"
"Then I'll trust you," said Hugo, nodding at Harry before he kissed Lucia's head in a brotherly manner, before he returned to his sit in the third row on the left.
Lucia smiled lingering at her older brother, before she turned to Ron.
"I just want you to love Harry, all right?" he said.
"I'll treat him like he's my whole world, Ronnie. You don't have to worry," said Lucia reassuringly. Harry blushed, while Ron nodded. "And plus, you'll still come by when we have our weekly reunion,"
"Huh you're right," nodded Ron.
"Oh, just hurry back to the place where you were supposed to be at," said Harry, deadpanning.
"All right, all right," Ron rolled his eyes and situated himself beside George, who instantly teased him about what happened. A little across from him, however, Hermione smiled endearingly at him, proud.
Lucia stepped up onto the altar and despite the loudness of her heart, she could take notice of everyone she knew of: The few Hogwarts staffs and Hagrid sat in one row, whilst she saw her their mutual friends, like Cho Chang, Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Luna Lovegood, Lee Jordan and the rest of Dumbledore's Army in another. Even Harry's (and perhaps hers as well) old Quidditch teammates from Hogwarts like, Oliver Wood, Demelza Robbins, Jimmy Peakes, and Ritchie Cootes were there. There were also a couple of people whom no one had expected to be invited either; Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Then there was the three unknown Muggle guest, but to Lucia, they were very much known.
She was glad, that, although different, they were still able to make it like she hoped. However the front fronts rows were very much empty as it supposed to be.
It was where they were supposed to sit. Harry's parents: Lily and James, Teddy's parents: Tonks and Lupin, her own father: Florian, and Grandparents: A-kong and Ah-Ma — where Sirius would be, and where Fred and Erin were supposed to sit as well...
"Hey," Harry's soothing and low voice broke her away from her thoughts. She turned to him, he said, "You look as beautiful as ever," kissing her knuckles.
Lucia blushed. "Charming," she simpered. "But you look as dashing as well,"
"Just what I was looking for," he grinned.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Kingsley Shacklebot spoke with a slightly singsong voice that made both the bride and groom clamped their mouth shut from snickering at. Unfortunately, while back then he was their friend and a member of the Order, this time he was their boss before their friend. They had to show him the utmost respect, as Minister for Magic should be receiving — well, a competent Minister for Magic should be receiving anyway. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls."
"In the years that they have been together, their love for each other only grown, turning them into the two lovers you see before you. I, too, have watched them and never in my life of officiating a wedding have I ever said that a bride and groom's love for each other was inexplicable, but these two have taken the cake," chuckled Kingsley, causing them both to blush while the rest within the marquee laughed heartedly. "Well, now, after so many hardships, they are ready to spend the rest of their lives together as husband and wife, and today, you will declare your commitment to one another,"
Neither of the two could get their eyes off of each other as they stared into the eyes of another, already calling home. Lucia breathed out softly, squeezing Harry's hand as he squeezed hers.
"...do you pledge to choose respect, kindness, and compassion toward one another, to listen deeply to one other, and to speak to one another truthfully, today and always?"
"We do,"
"Will you both dedicate your lives to giving one another happiness and support?"
"We will, Kingsley," said Harry earnestly.
"Yeah, we wouldn't have gone through this much money for nothing," said Lucia..
Kingsley smiled.
"Then the pledge you make today expresses your devotion to one another and to the love you share, and the words spoken here will support your marriage if you are able to sustain your commitment through the inevitable hardships you'll face together. Today, in the presence of your families and friends, you pronounce your love for each other and make a commitment that will define the next phase of your journey. We celebrate it with you, and wish you well." Kingsley turned to the couple expectantly. "I was told that you both have written your own vows?"
"Mostly memorised," said Lucia nervously.
"Well then, go on with the vows," he said. "You first, Harry."
"Right, er..." Harry looked at his bride anxiously, He couldn't remember a single word from the vow he had written the night before when he went to the Weasleys briefly. Truthfully, he did wrote it down and memorised it, but the moment his eyes laid rest on her, it was as though his mind malfunctioned.
He stood there for a moment or two before letting his heart take the lead. "I — well — I'll be honest, I don't remember a single thing I wrote, but at least you know my words are coming from the heart,"
Lucia snorted.
"Anyway," Harry pressed, narrowing his eyes at Lucia. "For all my life, I've been living a life where, how do I put this lightly? — Ah yes, I've been living a life where love was just something I would never thought I'll get to experience. From childhood to my teenage years, I was a very unlucky kid —"
"Truth to that!" hollered Lee Jordan from the crowd, causing them to snicker.
Harry continued, "An unlucky kid and after fourth year, unhappy. I lost so many people, but never once have I actually thought I would find more. And one of the many that came into my life was you, Lucie," Lucia took a sharp breath, pursing her lips. "I, in all of my life, have never heard of anyone that talk to animals or creatures in their past time and frankly, I thought you were a bit cooky in the head — though I guess I have no room to talk since I talked to a boa constrictor during the first time I met it — but still, weird."
"And here I thought it was sweet," scowled Lucia sarcastically.
Harry grinned. "Yet somehow you've successfully had me wrapped around you finger. Even when I was snapping back and forth with Voldemort inside my head, you were the only one I wanted to be with — no offence to Ron,"
Ron scoffed playfully at his best friend.
"There's so much more I want to say, but frankly, I can't find the right words to relay of how much I love you and how I can't wait to see how our love will evolve through the years... um, how... how our futures would be after we had successfully rewrote the stars to our content. And the proof? our journey here" — Mrs. Weasley sobbed quietly into scraps of lace, as Mr. Weasley and the rest of her children tried to comfort her — "and I remember you vividly telling me that it was impossible. Rewriting the stars was simply, impossible. I will proudly say I told you so to you,"
"That was... pretty smooth not going to lie..." Lucia shook her head.
"Today I, Harry James Potter, take you, Luciana DiFiore, to be my wife. To be the person that I want my soul to be bonded to for life; to have and to hold; for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish until the life after death where we meet again," breathed Harry, bringing her hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss.
Lucia pursed her lips together, tying to hold back the tears.
Damn it.
I told you I wasn't going to cry, you damn eyes! You better suck back those tears!
Harry then turned briefly to Kingsley. "Did I do it right?"
"You did more than right, Harry," said Kingsley earnestly. "You did beautifully. Now, Lucia,"
"Ah, r-right," she composed herself, twisting her face into a serious one as she looked at Harry determinedly and cleared her throat.
Harry found the face she made quite amusing.
"I've never believed in love, and I'm not going to deny that," Lucia confessed. "And don't get me started with soulmates, I've always thought the whole concept was just rubbish and forceful... But part of the reason was because I don't like fate dictating my life, after all they've done nothing but ruining it,"
Although there was a sense of humour in her voice, the expression that etched her face was visible to Harry as he squeezed her hand comfortingly. She smiled up at him tenderly.
"I had a few experiences in getting together with someone, but not once have I ever fell in love with them. B-But, I guess it all changes back in fourth-year when before I knew" — Lucia swallowed the lump in her throat — "I fell in love you, miserably." She pursed her lips, embarrassed, "I told myself that there was just no way and that I was going to be a crazy cat lady instead and tried to push away those feelings, thinking it wasn't all real and it was temporary. I was greatly wrong."
"It's a bit unreal, now that I think about it. But that's what they meant by the world works in such a mysterious way, I guess? I don't know, but death forbid that I have ever felt so much pain, happiness, and thrill in all one go before. I didn't think it was possible until I saw you with another. Even with the feeling hatred of bottling up within me back then, I still wanted you to live a happy life, so I let it be. You deserved to be happy, and the world owed you that much,"
Lucia, carefully fluttering her eyes shut. "I tried to let you go, but I couldn't. So now, I'm not even going to attempt anything in letting you away from my grasp. But, I want to ask you something, Harry,"
"What is it?" he asked, nervous.
"Will you tell me you love me?"
"Wha — ?"
"Just answer me," said Lucia dismissively. "So, will you?"
"I'll tell it to you every day," said Harry.
"Can I act like I'm spoiled with love?"
Harry gazed softly. "I'd like it if you do,"
"And when I come home to you, or you come home to me, what will we do?" Her eyes glimmered.
"We'll welcome each other with a kiss," His eyes gentled.
"Even when we're old and frail?" said Lucia quietly.
"Even then," whispered Harry.
"Then, please," He watched attentively as she unfastened the scarlet ribbon from around her bouquet, and tied it around his wrist. "I hope you reset my life from the ones before,"
It took Harry every fibre in his body to not pull her into his embrace in front of their friends and, well, technically family. After so many unfortunate events that cost their blood, sweat and tears, they were finally in the stage of life where they could sincerely be happy without any guilt, and he was sure if they were here with them (which he was certain they were,) they would surely want them to move along with their life. Life was moving on, and they were coming home to each other.
" I hope our love will continue to grow unconditionally." She smiled warmly up to him, "Today, I, Luciana DiFiore —"
"Stop right there!" said Seamus suddenly, causing all heads turn to him, thinking it was an objection.
"The hell?!" Harry glared.
"What the hell, Finnigan ?" shrilled Ginny. "You can't object this far into the service!"
"He's not objecting this beautiful ceremony," sighed Neville, already exasperated of what's to come.
"Then what exactly?" Hermione groaned, irritated.
"He's objecting of the fact that Lucia didn't use her middle name," stated Dean, smug.
Lucia glanced over to the grooms party with an evident glare.
"I don't think that's —"
"He's right you know," spoke Ron, who Lucia snapped her gaze at right as he blew a low whistle, looking down.
"To officialise this marriage, you must state your full name, Lucia," told Kingsley slowly.
She bit her lip and turned to Harry, who looked at her with a smirk. He nudged her.
"Come on, Luce. You promised didn't you?"
"When did I ever — ?"
"Before sixth-year," said Harry. "You said that the only way for me to find out what your full name was, I would have to have you standing at the altar with me, getting married. Am I wrong?"
Lucia narrowed her eyes. Have she ever said that —
"Are you ever going to tell anyone what your middle name is?" he cocked a brow at her, hand over his hips.
She giggled. "No,"
Lucia folded her results and tuck it in the pocket of her dress. "My middle names will remain a secret until I die — or on our wedding where I would have to say my vows to you,"
"Then I'll wait patiently for that time," said Harry adamantly.
She gazed at him, jaw dropping. "Oh, you're a sicker bastard than that long-bearded bastard with a sock obsession..."
"Well," said Harry, smug in the face. "Go on,"
She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile at him as she continued her vows. It was the first time in years that she was to speak of her full name all at once, it was a bit terrifying now that she thought about it as those who'd been intrigued by the secretiveness of her middle name leant forward in their seats for a better hearing. Especially Ron, who leant a little too close, causing Harry to push him back slightly. She could just hear the jingles of Galleons in the pocket of their robes, but jokes on them, she was sure none of them would be getting their money.
"Oh, very well!" Lucia gave in, composing herself once more. "In this wonderful spring day, I, Luciana Peonia Amidala Calla Jasmine Mei DiFiore" — Lucia's breath shortened and she saw from the corner of her eyes, as well as Harry, in front of her, gaping at her name, but she continued — "or also known as —"
She saw Harry mouthing, startled: Also known as?!
"Luciana Melati Peonia Amidala Calla Jasmine Mei DiFiore," she took another breath, not sparing a glance at the gaping audience she had, "will take you, Harry Potter, to be my husband. To be the person that I want my soul to be bonded to for life; to have and to hold; for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish until the life after death where we meet again,"
Silence fell upon the tent before Kingsley broke it off with a disbelief tone.
"Merlin's beard that's a long bloody name," he said, and Lucia rolled her eyes the millionth time that day. "Um, well, may I have the rings?"
"Yes, can we have the rings now," begged Lucia.
As though on cue, Teddy Lupin hopped off his grandmother's lap and went back to the aisle, snapping everyone out of their daze to rest their attention solely on him. His hair transitioned back into the turquoise that he loved so much. The sweet five year old scrambled down the aisle with a pillow in hand that laid two rings.
Kingsley reached to take the two rings. "Since ancient times, the ring has been a symbol of the unbroken circle of love, with no beginning and no end. Love given freely has no giver and no receiver, for each is the giver and each is the receiver. May these rings always remind you of the freedom and power of this commitment you make here today." He handed Harry the first ring.
Harry admired the gold frame of the ring as at the centre laid a ruby stone carved into a flower. "Luciana Melati Peonia Amidala Calla Jasmine Mei DiFiore," began Harry breathlessly, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion to you," he slipped the ring gently into her finger.
Lucia smiled tenderly before taking the ring from Kingsley's hand. She directed it over Harry's finger, stating, "Harry James Potter, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion to you," And she placed the ringing into his fingers.
Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs.
"By the power vested in me, I declare you bonded for life,"
Kingsley waved his wand high over the heads of Lucia and Harry and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their now entwined figures. As Ron, George, and Ginny led a round of applause, the flowers over them burst into petals, raining overhead; doves and owls, along with Fawkes soared around as tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" beckoned Kingsley brightly. "If you would please stand up!"
They all did so; he waved his wand again. The seats on which they had been sitting rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by golden poles, with a glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside. Next, a pool of molten gold spread from the centre of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor; the hovering chairs grouped themselves around small, white-clothed tables, which all floated gracefully back to earth around it, and the golden-jacketed band trooped toward a podium.
"Look at you two, married," said Dean as he chugged butterbeer down his throat, approaching the newly-wed couple that was sitting at their table, talking animatedly. Behind him followed Ron, Seamus, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.
"So young and already married, how swell," cheered Seamus drunkenly. "Are you, like, preg —"
Harry spat out his drink.
"No!" exclaimed Lucia, hot in the face. "W-Well, I don't think so anyway..."
"How are you already drunk?" Ginny's face held a look of judgement, while an arms hugged Luna's waist.
"I'm Irish," said Seamus, tipping his none-existent fedora. "Come, Dean, let's dance!"
"Don't have to tell me twice," grinned the man, setting the bottle down on their table before gliding to the filled dancefloor.
"Ugh, barbaric," said Ginny.
"Congratulations to you two," spoke Luna dreamily, clasping her hands together. "Daddy would've love to come if it weren't for his expedition... It was quite a beautiful wedding — even the thestrals came to play"
"Yeah, mate, you never told us about it," said Ron.
"I thought I've finally lost my mind right there and then," said Hermione.
"I wasn't all that aware of it too," said Harry, feeding Lucia a spoonful of pandan cake. "Did you planned it?"
"No," said Lucia, shaking her head. "But I reckon Fawkes had something to do with it," she beckoned over to the Phoenix that was nibbling on his own treats, perched high up behind the them.
"Well, they really did have some good entrance, better than you," said Ginny. Harry scowled and was about to rebut, but Ginny had already pulled herself and Luna away from the conversation and into the dancefloor.
"Menace," he scoffed.
"You invited Krum?" said Ron abruptly when he noticed the Bulgarian Quidditch player sitting over at the table where Victoire, Fleur, Bill, Juniper, and George was sitting at. "Why?"
"Why not?" said Harry challengingly.
Ron's eyes twitches.
"Oh, honestly, Ronald!" sighed Hermione, smacking her fiancé on the arm. Lucia snickered.
"Bloody hell woman!"
"Do not woman me!" she said. "Viktor is very nice and I know well enough that you're in love with him more than you're in love with me!"
"Codswallop, Hermione!" said Ron. "I am aghast by your insinuation,"
"I'm surprised that even know what aghast means," she sassed, trudging away. Ron walked after her and before either Lucia, Harry, nor Neville knew it, they began bickering.
"Never change," said Neville reminiscently.
"Ah yes, the memories of Hogwarts is all coming back to me now," smiled Lucia.
"Did you — ?" Harry cocked an eye.
"Yes I did," Lucia then turned to Neville, "By the way,"
"Hmm?" Neville turned to her with a smile.
"Where's your grandmother? I haven't seen her anywhere, I'm sure I invited her..."
"Gran wanted to be here, but she wasn't able to since she had to go to St. Mungo's for her appointment," Neville told them, causing Lucia to have a look of concern. "Oh, it's nothing. She's not getting any younger, so it's kind of vital for her to go and have her weekly check-up,"
"Well, we hope that she's stays healthy," said Harry.
"Gran's a strong woman," said Neville. "Oh, by the way, she asked me to give you both your wedding gift from her —"
"Oh, that was unnecessary," said Harry sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "We really didn't need anything..."
"Hark to yourself," said Neville, grinning. "Have either of you seen the mountains of gifts you got? I reckon more's coming in by midnight tonight from all of the Wizarding world in Britain,"
"You're kidding," gasped Lucia.
"Nope," Neville shook his head. "The wedding's been the headline in the Prophet. Not much of surprise, innit?" he added.
"No, not at all," said Harry. Noticing her look of astonishment, he explained to his wife. Wife. Godric, that sounded so right to him... "It's been like that since the date and location was leaked last week. I went to work with Ron, and that's the only thing I've been bombarded with."
"The Auror office has been bustling about it," said Neville.
"They really need to start minding their own business," huffed Lucia, blowing a strand of hair. "Are you two thinking of working in the Auror office till you both retire or something?"
"Well, once we caught all Death Eaters that escaped custody during the end of the war," said Neville. "— I thought of that anyway. Don't know much about you, Harry. Oh well, Hannah's expecting me to tell her all about Herbology. She's been needing my help since she's under Madam Pomfrey's supervision as matron,"
"Have fun, and thanks for coming!" waved Lucia as she watched Neville disappear into the sea of witches and wizard before she turned to Harry, who had been quiet, concerningly. "Hey, Harry,"
"Yeah?" he answered with a jolt, seemingly breaking away from his thought.
"Are you okay, love?"
Harry smiled tiredly at her. "Nothing's wrong," he pressed a kiss on the back of her hand reassuringly. "Just admiring my beautiful wife,"
"How charming and all and all insufferable," said Lucia, scoffing with a blush tinting her plump cheeks. Though, she knew it was more than that.
"You know you love because of it," he grinned.
"Fortunately,"
"LUCIA!"
Lucia whirled around and smiled softly, standing abruptly from her chair and jumping up and down when she saw the sight of two familiar dark hair people beside Hugo. "Leon! Damien!"
"Hugo," he said sarcastically, but Lucia only pushed him away to reach the other two, pulling them into a hug.
"Oh, I'm so glad you both could come!" she said in ecstasy.
"'Course, wouldn't missed it," said Leon smilingly at her.
"I... I was a bit surprised that you invited me and the others to be honest, said Damien, looking down bashfully to his shoes.
"Nonsense, Damien," said Lucia quietly, yet in a gentle manner. "Did only you come? What... what about Mo — I mean, Giselle?"
"They all saw the invitations," grimaced Hugo.
"But they don't want to go..." whispered Damien. "I'm sorry,"
She would be lying if she said that it didn't hurt, because it did. They were the family that took her in when no one did, but at the same time they've never actually love her, so what was she expecting?
"It's no matter," said Lucia, beaming a dismissive smile. "All that matters is that you three got to come!"
"We would've been really lost without the help of that Percy guy," said Leon, snorting.
"So, you're the Harry?" Damien squinted his eyes at the young man that was approaching behind his older sister.
"'The' Harry?" Harry looked around, alarmed. "What d'you mean by that?"
"I wonder that too," said Lucia, cocking a brow.
"Oh, don't press on trivial matters," said Hugo, brushing it off. "We've only just talked about you and all —"
"Does he mean gossip?" whispered Harry, leaning to Lucia.
"I think he means gossip," nodded Lucia.
"We weren't gossiping!" huffed Leon, rolling his eyes.
"You guys were gossiping," said Damien.
"Snitches get stitches, you brat!" Leon said, and Damien immediately hid behind Hugo before Leon could pursuit.
"Ah yes," Lucia sighed exhaustedly, as she leant her body against Harry. "I don't miss the sound of children,"
"Whatever," Hugo shook her head. "By the way, your Mum is here right? I want to meet her!"
"Ah yeah, sure," said Lucia, feeling a bit odd at the scenario of her adoptive family talking to her biological one. "S-She's sitting right there, ravishing the cake,"
"Right, right," he nodded, before he seized both Leon and Damien's wrist and dragged them away to the table of the woman with three slices of pandan cake and a Healer beside her.
"Huh,"
"What?" Harry cocked a brow.
"I've never seen my mum eat pandan cake before..." said Lucia, tilting her head to the side, watching the table.
"So? You've never ate it before until you asked for it to become our wedding cake —"
But Harry's words were cut short by Lucia's gasp. She wheeled around at Harry, gaping as she seized his shoulders. "Harry!"
"What?!"
"I'm getting old! A-kong's right! Pandan cake is for old people!" she said, panicking.
Harry blinked, before he closed his eyes entirely and sigh. "You aren't... There, there," he comforted her, rubbing her back soothingly.
When the couple finally walked away to the nearest food bar, the band had begun to play. Harry turned to Lucia with a nervous look as began to aimlessly tidy himself up as he readied himself for the dance.
"You'll be fine, Harry," assured Lucia, pulling the veil she was wearing and setting it down on her throne-like chair. She looked at the compact mirror she had hidden with magic, tidying her hair neatly. "You dance perfectly fine,"
"You know bloody well that I don't and simply can't dance," said Harry breathlessly, anxious. "I'm going to make a fool out of myself."
"I assure you, you aren't," said Lucia, taking his hand in hers. "I'll make sure of it."
Begrudgingly Harry nodded as he was pulled the middle of the dancefloor that was left deserted for the couple as they took the first dance. Standing across from one another, they slowly bowed like they were taught during their days in Hogwarts by their Head of House, Professor McGonagall, before nervously putting their hands on each other; Lucia rested a hand on Harry's shoulder; Harry rested his hand on her waist.
Being the centre of the attention was something neither of them like, but it was something they must do. They interlocked their hands together, looking into each other's eyes as though they were holding one another for dear life, trying to imagine themselves alone.
Like the night of the Yule Ball down in the Forbidden Forest.
As they glided slowly on the dancefloor, Harry was seemingly finding himself forgetting all about the people that surrounded and were watching them as all his attention was solely on Lucia, who looked deeply in focus, minding her steps. It was bit harder to dance thanks to the dress she was wearing, but she didn't mind it all. It made her look as pretty as a princess, even if he thought that she was pretty in anything she wore or... not wear anything...
Either way was fine to him. She was already perfect.
Even though he had already pledge in devoting his life to her, Harry thought that it didn't do much justice of how much he was in love with her. She was everything to him, and those times they had to be emotionally apart for the 'sake' of the other, it tore him to pieces as all he wanted was to be in her embrace like they had always been in. To press chaste kisses whenever she consented and most importantly, love her freely.
On those time of devastation, she was the only light that could lit up the abyss of a world he was living in. She was the only thing that kept him going, and even as times went on along with his life, being an Auror and all, each mission he found his mind drifting to the image of her smile, making him determine to get back home.
There were many times in which he knew he could've lost her for good, and he was grateful that those never happened.
He wondered silently, was this how his father felt for his mother? Was James Potter this head over heels for Lily Evans back then? Harry wondered how his father might've felt when marrying his mother: James Potter would, undoubtedly, be screaming on top of his lungs out of sheer happiness. And Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought. If only they were her to see them now...
Harry was perfectly certain that if it'd not been for the monster he had killed off years ago, his and Lucia's life would've changed. Albeit, that could've led them from knowing each other at all, but then there would be a chance they would've stood where they were right now, only with more people in their life. He could vividly see the scene: Lucia's dancing with her father whilst he were to dance with his mother, then he would be dancing with Lucia's mother whilst she were to dance with his father...
Oh, how things could've been so different.
Collin would have no doubt be invited and be the photographer of their wedding, and Erin and Fred might've been with child by then if they wished to. Hedwig would've soaring through the sky to commemorate the evening with Bao Bao along with Crookshanks. Sirius would've been the life of the part. And don't get him started with Tonks and Lupin...
"You're thinking about them," Lucia's soothing voice brought him back to reality, and he look at her guiltily. "Chin up, love. There's nothing wrong with wishing they were here,"
Harry twirled her around. "Things would've been so different..."
"I agree, and I wished Teddy would have get the chance to play around with his parents right now, but things are never as we planned," said Lucia sadly. "But that doesn't mean we should dwell in the past,"
"How can I forget about them?" said Harry, furrowing his brows in agony.
"You don't," said Lucia, as she was dipped down before returning back to her stance as the people around them applauded and slowly joining them one by one. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Ginny and Luna; Hermione and Ron; Astoria and Draco; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; Juniper and George along with many others. But she laid her focus on Harry and solely Harry as she cupped his face in her hands. "But what we can do is remember them while going on with our life. Nothing can change of what happened, and I wished we could."
Harry leaned into her touch. "Do you think they would have love this?"
"They woul've," said Lucia with a gentle tone, yet certain. She caressed his jaw lovingly. "Trust me, they would have and undoubtedly they are right now having a party of their own. Sirius's probably giving out drinks as we speak, having a toast to our marriage,"
"You think that?" asked Harry, amused.
"He's the one that had a bet around us," snorted Lucia. "I'm pretty sure he would be the one to go around and scream on top of his lungs about this,"
"I can see that happening," laughed Harry, drawing her closer to him.
"Good," said Lucia, resting her head on his shoulder. "Today's pretty fun..."
"One of the highlights was when you came in; I swore I didn't remember how to breathe for a second there. You were so beautiful, and to think you were walking to me. To become my wife," said Harry adoringly, as she blushed deeply into his shoulder.
"You're making me blush, Potter, shut up,"
"You're a Potter too, love," said Harry amusingly, making her grumble falsely. Harry chuckled. "You know, when you came in with Ron, I had never seen him look so mature in all my life knowing him. Why did he walk you? I mean, I know Hugo and all, but Ron?"
"Because second to Ginny and Astoria, I trust him,"
"He's very — hold on, where's me in the rank?"
"The lowest of the low," she teased.
"You're insufferable, DiFiore,"
"Uh-uh," said Lucia, pulling him away slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck as his automatically enclosed her waist. "You're mistaken,"
"Am I?" he played faux.
"It's Potter now, not DiFiore," she said.
"Ah yes," said Harry, grinning. "How can I forget? You're now Lucia or... Melati? Peonia Amidala Calla Jasmine Mei Potter, aren't you?"
"You're going to milk that, aren't you?" said Lucia, smiling.
"I'll be milking that the way you milked the fact that you body-slammed Voldemort off the stairs in Bathilda Bagshot's cottage," said Harry, causing Lucia to snort. "But you know, I've been waiting for this day for almost a decade now. You can't expect me to act normal with it, especially since it's nothing like I expected,"
"Question my mother about that," scoffed Lucia.
"Well, at least a tradition is birthed," said Harry. "D'you think you'll carry on with that?" He asked, looking down at her with a slightly hopeful expression etching his face.
Lucia glanced at him. "What, like passing that tradition to our child?"
"If you want to have one day anyway. I don't mind having a child one day, but it's you who's going to carry 'em and your opinion is much more —" Lucia cut him off quickly with a peck on his lips.
"That's quite a thought wouldn't it? Passing our child the curse of having a long name?" said Lucia, smiling against his lips. "Would be amusing,"
"It would be, wouldn't it? D'you think you're gonna let 'em know your full name, or are you going to let them find out themselves like how you did to me?" Harry asked, a rush of exuberance in his veins as they spoke of their future child.
"A good thought, I'll write that down," Lucia grinned.
"I love you, you know that?"
"Of course I do, you wouldn't be marrying me if you weren't," she laughed.
Harry smiled at her as she mirrored the luminescent smile back. Carefully, he cupped her cheeks and dipped down to kiss her. However, right as their lips were met, they felt a tug from below. Peering down, Teddy Lupin gazed up at them with his innocently beady kaleidoscope eyes, aweing at them.
"Hawwy! Hawwy!"
"What is it, Teddy? Did you need anything?" Harry knelt down in front of him. Lucia joined them below and noticed passed Teddy's shoulder, Andromeda sighing exhaustedly as she drank a glass of wine with her sister. Delighted, she turned back to Teddy.
"Can Lushi and I dance together?" he asked.
Before Harry could softly protest his godson, Lucia intervened with a bright smiled. "Aw, of course, Teddy," she gushed, pinching Teddy's cheeks. "But how about we let Harry join us as well? Us three will dance together?"
Harry quirked a brow as he saw a look of consideration crossed the little boy's face before he erupted into nothing but wholesomeness in Harry's eyes. Teddy was hoisted off the floor and into Lucia's arms, and Harry would have never thought he would be attack with such adoring sight all at once. Somehow it made him eager to one day have a son of his own, though Teddy was already technically his son...
"Come on, Hawwy! Lushi said dance!" said Teddy bossily.
"Teddy —"
"Yeah, hurry up, Harry. We'll dance without you at this rate," said Lucia, and Teddy nodded smugly in her arms.
"You both are going to be the bane of my existence," said Harry, huffing out a breath of exasperation.
"You say that, yet we both know you love us," said Lucia.
"Unfortunately,"
Fortunately.
As the night went on with everyone dancing to their hearts content, Harry had never been so whole before. The hole in his heart had truly mended from everything he had went through, and he was certain that whatever the future had instore for him — for them, he would be ready for it. Whether it'll be raising Teddy together or having a child together, perhaps even going against Dark Wizards, but Harry knew that he no longer needed to be afraid of the people he love leaving him.
Because that chapter of the book of his life has finally came to an end. Now, he merely walk forward to the next chapter of his life, certain.
He was home now.