Fred & George
Neither Fred nor George Weasley had ever imagined themselves standing in front of an altar at that moment, surrounded by a crowd of people. Fred had always dreamed of this day, especially since the moment he had been trapped under the rubble after an explosion caused by the Death Eaters.
As he lay there, barely conscious, he had tried to reach his brother Percy, who, in an attempt to protect him, had pushed him aside and taken the full impact instead. In that instant, Fred had pictured you—wearing a beautiful white dress, surely crafted with care by his mother—walking toward him. He had turned to his side and seen George standing next to him at the altar, watching you with the same overwhelming emotion. The twins, both staring at the woman of their lives as she approached to join them in an eternal bond.
For George, it had been the same. When he lost his ear and bled out in the arms of those trying to save him, the only thought in his mind had been you.
And now, after everything they had endured in the war—the fear, the uncertainty of not knowing if they would survive—they were here, dressed in elegant black suits, waiting for you to walk through that door in your perfect dress.
Meanwhile, your mind was in chaos. Nerves coursed through your body as Fleur and Ginny made the final adjustments to your hair and makeup. Mrs. Weasley wiped away a few stray tears.
"It's time; the ceremony is about to start," Hermione announced with a smile, looking lovely in her blue dress, her wild hair tied back in a ponytail.
"I think I'm going to throw up. I swear," you whispered, your stomach in knots.
The women in the room laughed, and Ginny teared up slightly.
"My god, you look stunning. I swear, Fred and George will cry when they see you walk in," she said excitedly, a single traitorous tear rolling down her cheek.
Your eyes welled up with emotion.
"Ginny! You’ll make her cry and ruin her makeup," Molly scolded.
Ginny nodded, and Hermione handed you a handkerchief. Fleur stepped closer.
You hadn’t had much time to get to know her during the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. She had always seemed a bit distant, but when Bill introduced her as his fiancée, the two of you had bonded instantly, becoming the "Weasley girls."
At first, you had thought her a bit arrogant, but she had quickly proved otherwise, becoming an unwavering friend.
Fleur took your hands, her eyes shining.
"I know you feel like the world is shaking right now. I did too. But I swear, when you step through that door, it will all be worth it."
You nodded, and she placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
"You’ve got this, Y/N. I’d say more, but I don’t want to ruin my speech," Hermione added before Fleur pulled both her and Ginny away.
You were left alone with Mrs. Weasley, who had always treated you and your brother like her own children. She had probably been the happiest when you had made your relationship with the twins official.
She simply looked at you tenderly and nodded.
"From the day I met you, you became part of my family. Y/N Potter… soon to be Weasley. Thank you for coming into our lives."
Tears welled up in your eyes. You nodded and embraced her warmly.
"Don’t cry, sweetheart!" she said, pulling away with a smile. "We need to hurry. Sirius and Harry must be losing their minds by now, and I’m not sure Remus can keep them under control much longer."
You nodded and walked with her to the entrance of the tent set up outside the Burrow. There, your older brother, Harry, was pacing in circles, Sirius standing beside him with an unreadable expression. Remus, on the other hand, was beaming.
Officially, Sirius was your godfather. But it had never gone unnoticed how much Remus had wanted to be close to you and Harry. He had always tried to win your affection, and you hadn’t had the heart to leave him out of this special moment. What could be better than having your father’s two best friends walk you down the aisle?
As soon as you reached them, they both took in your appearance.
Harry looked at you as if trying to memorize every detail of this moment. His eyes, glassy behind his glasses, made your heart clench.
"I—I wasn’t allowed to see you earlier because they said I’d make you cry… but I just…" He swallowed hard and gave you a small, wobbly smile. "Merlin, I just want you to be happy. And I know you will be."
You bit your lip to hold back tears as Molly gently pulled him aside.
You took a deep breath as Remus and Sirius stood on either side of you, offering their arms for you to hold onto.
"Ready?" Remus asked gently.
"Don’t ask silly questions, Remus. She’s the Chosen One. Of course, she was born ready," Sirius smirked.
You laughed nervously and nodded.
The doors opened, and, accompanied by two of the most important men in your life, you stepped through.
Suddenly, Fleur’s words made perfect sense:
"I promise, when you’re there, it will all be worth it."
You thought of your parents. You thought of your uncles, of Dumbledore, of Snape, of your friends. Of everyone who had given their lives so that you could live this moment.
Fred and George stood at the altar, breathtaking in their dark suits. Their eyes radiated pure love—the same love you felt for them. The same eyes that had first met yours in the Great Hall when a pair of redheaded troublemakers had been teasing their younger brother. The same eyes that now gazed at you from the altar.
And you trusted that the same eyes that had loved these boys, now lined with a delicate touch of mascara, reflected the very love they felt for you.
You took a moment to look around. Your friends… they looked so happy. Ron had a tiny pout, while Hermione was smiling as she watched you. Luna gave you a sincere smile, and Neville clapped a little when he noticed you looking his way, making you laugh.
When you finally stood before your two men, you took a shaky breath.
Sirius and Remus each took one of your hands and extended them.
"I hope you’ll take good care of her, George," Remus said as he placed your hand in George’s. George gave him a special smile, and Remus patted his arm before leaning in to kiss your cheek and taking his seat beside Tonks.
Sirius, however, stared at Fred for a moment. The usually loud twin was visibly nervous before your godfather.
"I trust you’ll take care of my goddaughter, Weasley. If not, I’ll hex you both," Sirius finally said, handing your other hand to Fred. The guests chuckled at his subtle threat. Then, he turned to you, seeming to choose his words carefully. He kissed your other cheek before murmuring, "James and Lily would be so proud."
Your eyes filled with tears again at his words. He gently ruffled your hair before taking his seat.
Fred and George held your hands tightly. Then, they turned to face their father, who would be officiating the ceremony.
"We are gathered here today to witness a truly special event. Love is, without a doubt, the most powerful magic that exists," Arthur began, looking at the three of you with joy. "And today, we celebrate the union of my twins, Fred Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley, with Y/N Lily Potter."
You cleared your throat, and the twins immediately turned to look at you.
"Fred Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley, do you take Y/N Lily Potter as your wife, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health? Do you promise to be faithful and devoted to her?"
"We do," they said in unison, eyes locked onto you with pure love.
"And Y/N Lily Potter, do you take Fred Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley as your husbands?"
"I do," you answered, smiling.
Arthur beamed.
"Then. With magic as my witness and by the power that the three of you have granted me in this ceremony, I now officially declare you united in marriage. Until death do you part. Now, you may kiss the bride—if you can agree on who should go first."
You laughed happily, feeling both of them tug at your arm, but one of them was quicke
Fred, who was holding you, kissed you passionately. Laughter, applause, and cheers erupted from the guests. As you pulled away, George didn’t waste the opportunity to kiss you just as deeply, both of them expressing the love they felt for you. When he finally let go, you embraced them both as you took in the sight of all the people who had com
Hermione was shedding a few tears while Ron tried to hide his own. Harry was outright crying. Sirius looked devastated, while Remus laughed as he consoled him, and Tonks stood beside them, helping little Teddy clap his tiny hands.
You turned to see Ginny, overwhelmed with tears, clutching Harry’s hand. Bill and Fleur watched you proudly.
Then, you looked at your two husbands—who were already looking at you.
"I promise you, not even death will separate us," you began. "You’re stuck with me now. When I die, I’ll come looking for you."
"And we’ll be here."
"Always waiting for you," Fred completed George’s sentence.
"We’ll have a long life... Will you still be waiting, even after all that time?" you asked, tightening your hold on them.
"Always."/"Always." They responded in unison. You smiled proudly.
You were soon forced to separate as everyone rushed in to congratulate you.
Molly enveloped you in a tight hug, crying.
"Oh my dear, I’m so happy… you can’t imagine how happy I am, sweetheart."
"I know, Molly. I’m happy too…"
When it was Harry’s turn to hug you, he lifted you slightly off the ground, spinning you in his arms.
"Just so you know, you’ll always be my little sister. And I’ll always be the Chosen One, just in case your dear husbands ever get out of line."
You laughed as you noticed your brother glaring at someone in the distance. You clung to him a little more.
"You said the same thing when we started dating."
"I have to say it again now that they’re your husbands."
You nodded and kissed his cheek.
The celebration began. Though the wedding originally included a special dance for the couple, it was considered unnecessary due to the challenge of dancing as a trio. While you didn’t mind, you didn’t want to leave anyone out. Ginny had suggested a well-coordinated three-person dance, but the twins wanted to keep things simple, arguing that learning a routine would take more time than the wedding preparations themselves. Even though you explained that taking the time wouldn’t be a bad idea, they were stubborn, and you couldn’t refuse them.
A beautiful song played in the background. Many couples took to the dance floor while you enjoyed a few chocolate-covered strawberries. Ginny, beside you, scolded you for fear you might stain your dress.
You searched for your husbands and spotted them in the distance, chatting animatedly with Remus and Sirius. Well, the first three were animated—Sirius looked miserable.
"You’re like my daughter but not my daughter, you get it? Books say that fathers are supposed to be really sad when their daughters get married… I have to play the part."
You remembered your godfather’s words when you had told him about the wedding. You shook your head, laughing softly.
Suddenly, someone approached, and you were noticeably surprised by who it was.
Severus Snape.
Your former Potions professor… and the man who, in some way, had looked out for both Harry and you.
He had been mortally wounded by Nagini when Voldemort mistakenly believed he was the true master of the Elder Wand. Snape had insisted that you and Harry take his tears so you could see his memories. Although you complied, you refused to leave him behind, despite Harry believing he was already gone. The two of you had carried him to where the wounded were being treated.
When you saw Snape’s memories, your heart shattered at the realization that the professor you had always thought hated you and your brother—for being James Potter’s children—had actually tried to protect you because you were also the children of the woman he had loved, Lily.
And now, here he was, standing before you, wearing his usual serious expression, but somehow, you thought he looked more at ease. You noticed a few scars peeking from his chin, assuming there were more hidden beneath the collar of his robes.
At the sight of Snape near you, Remus and Sirius exchanged glances. Naturally, Fred and George turned to look at you, knowing everything that had happened.
Snape stepped forward and extended his hand toward you.
"Shall we dance, Miss Potter… oh, well… Miss Weasley?"