𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
HARRY’S sixth year has started once again. Harry had been ecstatic that his two uncles and his aunt would be getting married. You were happy that Harry was happy and accepting of the arrangement. The wedding was set to happen on the 25th of December, Christmas Day. Molly was visiting your happy home of Twelve Grimmuald Place to talk about wedding preparations.
“If you’d like, you can have the wedding at the Burrow. You’ve opened up your home to us and we’d like to open ours up to you,” Molly said over her cup of tea. The older witch had been excited that you allowed her to help plan your wedding.
“That would be lovely, Molly. Thank you,” you put a hand on your heart and smiled. You were blessed to be trusted by Molly. The maternal witch was like a mother to you. Both of your parents passed away a few months before Lily’s death. They died peacefully in their home.
“Now about the food. I can cook-”
“No, Molly. You’re a guest at my wedding, so you won’t be doing any work.”
“It’s my house. I won’t have just anyone messing up my kitchen,” she placed her hand on her hips.
“I promise I’ll have the best caterers in all of the Wizarding World. You can even threaten them if you’d like,” you smiled.
“Have you got a dress?” Molly began to flip through the pages of witch weekly. The popular magazine often had a section filled with images of beautiful wedding dresses. You and Lily would always look through the pages and plan your fairytale weddings. Lily wanted a grand wedding in a hall and everything. Instead, she got married in the middle of a war in a backyard. It was still beautiful but it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. At the end of the day, she still got married to the love of her life and that’s all that really mattered.
“I do. It used to be my mother's. She wanted to see me get married in it but unfortunately, she and my father passed a few months before Lily and James.” Your parents got married in nineteen fifty-four. The dress your mother had worn on her wedding day was beautiful. It was a pearly white color that had lace covering the entire expanse of the dress. It had huge bell sleeves made solely out of lace. Bell sleeves were quite rare in the fifties so it was a wonder that your mother had gotten it made.
You slid a picture of your mother on her wedding day over to Molly. “Oh, dear, she looks beautiful. The dress will look amazing on you,” Molly peered over the picture. She did find it quite odd that the picture was not moving. Arthur brought many muggle pictures home but she never really did get used to them.
“What about Remus and Sirius? Have they agreed on who’s going to be their best man?” Molly said as she slid the picture of your mother back over.
“They want Harry to be their best man. He’s the closest thing they have to James so,” you nodded your head. You thought that it was sweet that your nephew and godson were going to be the best man at your wedding.
“What about your maid of honor? Have you chosen anyone yet?”
“Speaking of. Molly Weasley, would you like to be my maid of honor?” You put your hands together and silently begged Molly to say yes. After Tonks, Molly was the closest thing to a girlfriend that you had. She was smart, brave, and courageous which you admired. You were lucky to have such a great witch at your side.
“I would love to, dear,” grinned. Her smile reached her eyes which made you extremely happy. Piece by piece, your wedding was coming together.
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It was a warm summer night. The crickets were chirping and the beautiful crescent moon shone. You liked the moon when it wasn’t turning Remus into a beast.
Remus and Sirius were upstairs sleeping peacefully while you were downstairs in the sitting room watching the late-night news. You like watching muggle news because they often covered heartwarming stories. It helped take your mind off of the war that was happening right outside of your front door.
The television turned off. So did the lights and every other muggle appliance in the entire house. That was odd. You grabbed your wand and tried to repower everything but it just would not budge. You huffed. You placed your bare feet onto the floor and pushed yourself up off of the couch. The floor was cold, colder than usual which made you stand on the balls of your feet. Speaking of, the entire house was getting colder. The windows were frosting over, the walls were growing icicles and the floor essentially became an ice rink. You hoped and prayed that you wouldn’t get frostbite. The t-shirt and shorts you were wearing did nothing to protect you from the chill of the house. There was only one thing that could have caused this: dementors.
Three very loud knocks were heard at the door. You wearily walked over to the front door and looked through the peephole. Standing there was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, Mundungus Fletcher, and three dementors. You slowly backed away from the door and ran upstairs to the room where Remus and Sirius were sleeping.
“Wake up! You have to wake up! This is an emergency,” you shook the bed to get their attention. Remus shot up out of his sleep while Sirius took his time waking up.
“Why is it so cold? I could have sworn it was hot a couple of minutes ago,” Sirius was rubbing his hands up and down his bare arm trying to warm himself up.
“The Minister of Magic is here with Mundungus and three dementors. I don’t know what to do,” you whisper yelled. That news quickly woke up Remus and Sirius. Sirius felt a chill run down his spine. He was going to die.
“They’re here to take me back. Mundungus probably told them I was here,” Sirius said as he rubbed his tired eyes. Sirius knew that this day would come.
“We can’t just give you away. We can lie and say that-” you started but Sirius held up his hands and shook his head.
“No, no. You’ll be lucky if they don’t take you two in for harboring a fugitive.”
“We can’t lose you again,” Remus placed his hand atop Sirius’s. Just then, three more knocks were heard. Those knocks caused the entirety of Twelve Grimmuald Place to shake.
“The best we can do is hope,” Sirius smiled. Deep down, Sirius’s heart was broken. This is what could be the last time he could see the both of you. Even though his heart was broken, he didn’t have any regrets. He could die a happy man because he knew that what the three of you had was special. The love that he shared with you and Remus was like none other and no man or dementor could get through that.
You and Remus ran down the stairs, not listening to Sirius. You didn’t care what you had to do. There was absolutely no way that Sirius would go back to Azkaban under your watch.
“Can I help you?” Remus asked as he opened the door only halfway.
“We have received notice that Sirius Black, the man who escaped Azkaban is here. Now, I need the both of you to tell me where he is or else you both will be sentenced to life for harboring a fugitive,” the Minister said as he puffed out his chest to make him seem more intimidating.
“He’s not-”
“I’m right here, Minister,” Sirius said as he pushed through you and Remus. Your heart dropped. This could be one of the last times you would be able to see Sirius. He didn’t look scared. He looked rather content and happy. You wish you could be as carefree as him at this moment.
“Sirius Black, as Minister of Magic I am authorized to take you back to Azkaban where you will await your trial and sentencing. Because you have previously escaped Azkaban, you will be placed under twenty-four-hour surveillance,” the Minister took hold of Sirius’s forearm and apparated away. The dementors flew away into the distance. Mundungus was left on the front porch.
“Hey, look I’m sorry. He said that I was going to be-” you closed the door before Mundungus could finish. Mundungus was a part of the order but at any moment could turn on it for the right price.
As the walls, floors, and windows began to defrost, you and Remus just stood there looking at the front door. The air was getting warmer and the goosebumps on your arms began to dissolve. There was nothing warm about this situation though. Sirius was back in Azkaban and you needed to find a way to get him out.