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Chapter: The Wedding!
Ginger awoke early in the morning to write a note for Sirius. The note was over where she would be: which was at the Byerly home where the wedding would be held. After putting it on his night side table, she made sure to hang up his robes in front of the closet as well as leaving messages for Harry, Severus, Bill, Charlie, and all the males that were supposed to check up on the groom.
After the messages she got dressed, carried her boxed dress under her arm, and Apparated to the estate that belonged to her large family.
Or rather her Father’s side of the family.
The estate was immense and very large enough to accommodate its people. It reminded Ginger of Hogwarts for a split second, but only because its size and its large front double doors. The old dark-oak double doors had been replaced by large honey-light maple ones which complemented the creamy beige colored bricks of the house.
The front lawn was as huge as the back lawn and it sported a large centered fountain that erupted large amounts of water. The fountain portrayed an owl with its wings outstretched and water coming from the tip of its wings to the top of its head and beak. Pressed against the backside of the owl there was a raven. The raven also had water coming from the tips of its wings, top of its head, and beak. The owl symbolized wit and knowledge and the raven symbolized the obvious Hogwarts house which all the members had been forced to attend: Ravenclaw.
Ginger passed the white gates and walked across the cobbled stone path toward the front doors. When she passed by the large trees that shadowed over the windows of the home, she saw children gazing out of the windows. Each of them had the familiar traits of the Byerlys: shades of brown hair or different shades of brown eyes (occasionally there were children with blue colored eyes – all of this depended with who were the parents because brown eyes were dominant genes in the family).
When she reached the doors, they opened on clean hinges to welcome the far traveler. Beside the doors were Asphodel, a younger girl, a young woman, and a grinning teenage boy.
“Good Morning, Gin,” Asphodel greeted as she tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and her brown eyes gleamed.
The young woman nudged the younger girl forward. The girl had light brown hair and prickly clear blue eyes. For a moment the girl reminded Ginger of Lalage Patterson.
“Good Morning, Aunt Ginger,” the girl greeted. “My name is Dulce, which is Spanish for Candy.”
Ginger nodded. “I see.”
The young woman was about to greet, but Ginger beat her to it, “Claire, I believe?”
“Yes, well, you should already know… since… erm… Charlie and I are… you know…” Claire wrung her hands as strands of her brown hair fell to the side of her face only to obscure her right side. Her eyes were a warm brown.
Ginger nodded now responding, “Yeah, I know. You guys are going out.”
The teenage boy stepped forward without a hesitation from the young woman. He greeted Ginger with a bow and beckoned her in, “Good Morning, Aunt Ginger, my name is Dwayne. Now, if you will, please come in.”
They stepped into the entry room which was connected to the lounging area, which was a room with a very open door frame, and the entry room was connected to the kitchens. As Ginger passed through the hallway, she was greeted by the portraits of her ancestors.
“Why if it isn’t the gardener,” a stout man with blonde hair and light brown eyes speculated. “Come back again to cause trouble, little tyke?”
Ginger raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry, Grandfather Wendellen?”
“Doesn’t matter, you’re still my favorite, my sweet,” Wendellen Byerly, Ginger’s Great-Great-Grandfather said gently.
“Even though you didn’t see me when you were alive?” Ginger teased.
He nodded. “Yes. Well, don’t you have a wedding to get to?”
“Well… not yet, I don’t,” Ginger answered.
Wendellen glanced at the clock beside his frame. “Well, you have quite a lot of time to get ready. So go on, go on!”
Asphodel continued to guide Ginger through the house with Claire, Dwayne, and Dulce. There had been new places added to the old structure of the home. Eventually they passed halls full of family suites, play rooms, study halls, laboratories, and libraries. This all took a great deal of time: 2 hours.
At last they had reached Ginger’s old room where there were ladies waiting in dresses. Hermione, Molly, Andromeda, Cicily, Margo, Berenise, and Genevieve, her Mother was standing there.
“Well?” Genevieve demanded. “You’ve been up and down the house without a single worry of your wedding. Now, I have no idea how we could get through this without the bride…”
Ginger was about to reply, but Margo stopped her.
“Let’s not start on excuses or pretenses, Gin, and let’s get started on that make-over everyone’s been waiting to do…” she looked mischievous when she took the boxed dress from her hands.
Claire crossed her arms while grinning. Dulce giggled, “We’ll be in the Grand Hall fixing up.”
Then Claire and Asphodel waved and took Dulce and Dwayne downstairs. Whilst this happened, Molly, Andromeda, and many Byerly cousins ushered Ginger into the room.
Ginger was surprised at how fast the room was rounded by her bride maids getting her ready for the wedding.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” a brown haired woman with crystal blue eyes told Ginger as she bit her lip with concentration. She took out the make-up box.
Ginger studied her face a bit and noticed who she looked like. “Are you related to a… Lalage?”
“Hmm… you seem to know, don’t you?” the woman asked shyly. “My sister – older sister – is a Lalage, but her last name changed a good many years ago… well, it keeps changing every now and then.”
“What was her last name?” Ginger asked curiously.
The woman held up her forefinger and in a few seconds, Ginger felt her clothes change. Instead of wearing her simple pair of jeans and yellow blouse, she was wearing her wedding dress.
“Who did it?” Ginger asked suddenly.
Cicily answered reluctantly as she looked at her godmother with an apologetic frown, “I did, sorry, Gin!”
“There’s no need to apologize. It’s okay… but will you tell me the neat trick after the wedding?” Ginger asked gingerly.
Cicily nodded. “Of course.”
Oh, bugger! I forgot to ask her if she was okay after all that happened yesterday!
“Are you feeling better, Cicily; from yesterday, I mean?”
Cicily sat down beside Ginger to smile. “Yes, I do.”
Ginger turned to study her goddaughter’s face and noticed that she looked brighter, but everything didn’t match up to her eyes. They were sad muddled pools of blue and were not as bright as her smile, which was probably masking how she really felt.
“Oh well…” Ginger sighed.
Then she sat through the whole process of make-up, but the woman doing the make-up broke the silence.
“You were talking about my sister Lalage Patterson, weren’t you?” the woman asked delicately
Ginger nodded, but the woman snapped, “Don’t move!”
“Well, you can move after we’re finished,” the woman grinned and winked. “So, yes, Lalage is my sister. She never really mentioned me, did she?”
“Nope,” Ginger told her. “She was a real picky one.”
“True, she was. I mean, she practically pleaded the hat to place her in Gryffindor. It’s a shame, really,” the woman sighed. “Can you look up?”
“Yeah,” Ginger moved her lips to say the word.
The woman started to apply the mascara and eye-liner as she spoke, “Well, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Layla Byerly and I’m mother to Claire, Dulce, and Dwayne. My husband is Andre.”
“Oh… Andy?” Ginger asked as carefully as she could.
Layla nodded and then said, “Blink, will you?”
Ginger blinked, feeling all the make-up on her eyelashes. It felt strange like it was a kind of masking to her eyes.
“The mascara and eyeliner are supposed to bring out your eyes… as well as the… lip stick,” Layla said carefully as she put the lip stick on Ginger’s lips. “Rub your lips together.”
After that bit a nit of lip gloss was passed over like a foot ball from the other side of the room. Layla caught it and proceeded to put it on Ginger’s lips.
“There, this adds a nice natural look to the lip stick,” she explained, but soon she hummed, “Hmm…”
Then she beckoned another woman from the room to look at Ginger.
“Oh, hey, Ginger, my name’s Pam, you know, Leah and Henry’s daughter,” the dark brown haired woman greeted cheekily. “That make-up looks great on you, honestly, but that’s just me… so…”
After a few more minutes an audience studied her.
“She looks great. We only need someone to do her hair,” Berenise spoke up, “I can’t do it though. I’m only good with fixing last minute dresses.”
“I’ll do it.” A woman that looked a lot like Markus sat down behind Ginger. “Hello, Ginger. My name’s Sandra. I’m Markus’ Mom.”
“How’s Markus?” Ginger asked as she felt her hair get pulled up. “Oh and how’s Damien. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”
Sandra replied quietly, “Markus is sort of depressed at the moment and Damien is getting his clothes from the dryers downstairs.”
“Is he still struggling with being non-magical?” Of course, Ginger meant to say that if Damien still wasn’t used to being a Squib.
“Well… not really. He’s gotten better at it ever since he met me, being magical and all,” Sandra told Ginger. “Accio Mirror!”
A life-size mirror slid across the floor to stop in front of Ginger. Ginger raised her eyebrows. Her hair was being fixed like a ribbon wreath. Small white and amber colored flowers were being pinned in like sprinkles. Sandra was working fast and with magic.
“Now, what was it with Markus being depressed?” she asked curiously.
Sandra bit her lip and stopped for a second. “He’s just depressed over his girlfriend really. She… she…” she whispered very quietly in Ginger’s ear, “She accidentally hit his buttons.”
“You mean… she got him angry and he exploded?”
“Exactly,” Sandra answered casually as she returned back to finish Ginger’s hair. “She got him angry and I don’t know how. I mean, Markus’ management over his anger is pretty strong. I have never known him to be violent in any way during the whole time that we’ve lived here.” She shook her head distastefully.
Ginger suggested, “He must have snapped…”
“Yes, probably…” Sandra sighed.
She prodded some strands of hair and they came out loose to curl themselves loosely on the sides of Ginger’s face, but soon she finished adding the last small flower and declared, “Finished with the hair!”
Genevieve came over and told Ginger, “Stand up, child.”
She stood up and her Mother called, “Leah, pass me the veil please!”
A light brown haired woman, whom Ginger decided was Leah, came up with Asphodel and with a long veil. Genevieve took it from their hands and carefully applied it on Ginger’s head.
“There,” she proclaimed, “We’re finished.”
The Byerly women that were inside the room grinned ecstatically and Ginger’s friends clapped enthusiastically. They were also finished preparing themselves for the wedding.
“Now let’s just hope that the groom has finished as well,” Ginger told them as she was escorted to the door where Fredrick was waiting.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he beamed as he outstretched his arm to take hers. “I was thinking that you were going to take forever!”
“Not when I’m in charge,” Genevieve snapped, but pecked his cheek. “Now, let’s hurry downstairs. The wedding has only just begun.”
“Is Sirius ready?” Ginger asked timidly.
Fredrick clapped his hands. “Of course, well, I hope he is. I left Harry and the others with him to finish off his preparations.”
“Then they should be here about now,” Margo commented and then gave Ginger a brief hug. “Don’t worry; everything’s going to be fine!”
Ginger tried to smile as best as she could. “I hope so.”
Hours earlier, Sirius had awoken to see an empty space beside him. He groaned as he turned to his other side.
A note; as he had suspected.
He checked it and got up, groaning again, to fix up his room. After that, he put down his new black dress robes from the hanger that his brilliant-soon-to-be-wife put up. Just as he was about to say how much he loved her, there were some knocks at his door.
“Come in,” he called in.
Harry smiled weakly, “Sorry to disrupt-“
“-but we have a lot of stuff to do,” George Weasley grinned.
Arthur, Bill, Fredrick Byerly, (amazingly) Severus, and some others came by.
“I am going downstairs,” Severus told them, but before he went downstairs, he managed to shoot Harry a pair of narrowed eyes.
Harry sighed as he thought over the reason that Severus Snape had narrowed his eyes at him. Of course, fathers were always overprotective over their daughters. Now Harry wondered whether he would ever be able to be a Dad… probably not. Severus’ eyes had just told him his future.
As Harry seemingly shivered, Sirius was getting ready with his robes and eventually he finished.
“Okay, that took you short enough,” Fredrick grinned.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at his soon-to-be-father-in-law. “Well, I’m certainly no girl to take up longer than an hour, my man.”
“I know, and since I am her Father, I need to get going. You better put on your best face, my boy, because this is supposed to be the best day of your lives!” Fredrick clapped him on the back, but he also hissed, “If my daughter goes under any implications… you won’t even know what’ll be coming to you.”
This time Sirius nodded and smiled weakly. “Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen.”
“You better hope so,” Fredrick winked and then Apparated.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and anxiously fixed his robes while hoping that Cicily would see him again.
Meanwhile, Markus was looking at the mirror in the bathroom and properly fixed his own robes while thinking about his beloved red-haired girl, which had been warded off by his anger, which had been caused by her.
No one had ever caused him to snap and that was one more quality to give her. She was after all his fiery red-haired woman.
Harry and Markus’ thoughts were broken by Sirius Black asking, “Are all of my best men ready yet?”
“Yeah, we are,” Harry replied.
Severus sighed, “Yes, we are.”
Then all of the blokes that were there and were supposed to accompany Sirius Black (and his two best men) Apparated to the wedding.
At the wedding, Sirius waited patiently in the Grand Hall with Harry and Severus behind him.
“Are you ready, Sirius?” Harry asked quietly as his eyes searched the wide hall, which connected the old building from the new one.
Sirius nodded. “Yes, I am ready.”
“You better hope that she doesn’t change her mind though, Black,” Severus contradicted. “It happens to brides most of the time.”
“Snape, can you just be quiet?” Sirius turned around to snap at Severus.
“It’s true though, isn’t it?” Ginger’s voice met up with them.
Sirius turned around to look at her with a questioning expression.
She cleared her throat and told him, “It’s true; some brides do change their minds around their wedding day. I’m not changing mine though.”
“Hopefully not, because if you had, I don’t think that Sirius would be alive tomorrow,” Harry snorted.
Sirius narrowed his eyes at him as well as Severus.
“I’m afraid that I don’t see anything funny about that, Potter. Not after what occurred yesterday,” Severus said coldly.
Harry looked down at the burgundy carpeting.
Sirius agreed, “Of course, I was about to say that too.”
“Be quiet, Sirius,” Ginger snapped. “There really wasn’t the need to remind him. I’m sure that he can work things out with Cicily sooner or later.”
Harry looked up to see his godmother wink at him. Behind her were a flustered Cicily and a busy Margo, whom was counting the people that were streaming into the room like ants and sitting down in their corresponding seats.
Asphodel Byerly stood with them as well. She was holding up a box which without a doubt had the rings in it.
Fredrick, whom had been ignored all along, was in between Sirius and Ginger. He smiled at the two of them.
“Take care of her, Sirius,” he told him as he gave Sirius his daughter’s hand. “She is after all my only daughter and my last remaining child.” Then he gave Ginger a kiss on her forehead.
“My dear, be happy,” he whispered to her and then gave a chuckle. “If he’s terrible, you know when to call me.”
Ginger smiled gently at him. “I’m sure that he won’t be, Dad.”
“Of course, of course, well, I should be gone by now, shouldn’t I?” he chuckled again and went to her left to sit down beside Genevieve, whom was giving them her thumbs-up and a wink.
Then the ceremony continued with Kingsley there to bond them with magic. Then at last they had gotten to the parts in which they exchanged vows.
“I, Ginger Byerly, take you as my lawfully wedded husband and I also give you my heart once again, but I hope that you don’t break it as you once had,” Ginger vowed, “I will be by your side through sickness and in health until death let us part.”
She took one of the rings from the box that Asphodel held and slid it onto Sirius’ ring finger.
Then Sirius went on to do his.
“I, Sirius Black, take you as my lawfully wedded wife and I give you my heart fully, for you are the rightful owner of it,” he slid the ring onto her ring finger as he finished, “I will be by your side through sickness and in health until death let us part.”
Then Harry used the resurrection stone. Lily appeared by Ginger’s side and James appeared by Sirius’.
Lily smiled upon the two of them. “Magic will bond you-“
“-for what you both really are-“ James continued.
Lily grinned, “-soul mates.”
“Also, not only for forgiving each other over the past,” James added.
Lily finished, “But for over coming your differences and becoming at peace with each other.”
Then the two of them told Kingsley, “Finish, please.”
They were at Kingsley’s sides now.
“You may now kiss the bride,” he finished as he waved his wand upon them.
James and Lily added their own magic to the spell and as soon as Ginger and Sirius kissed, a silvery light bonded both of their rings and the whole hall exploded with applause.
Ginger made a mental note to write this in her diary later, for it was the most happiest day of her life.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: I’m not finished yet! We need… about… three chapters left until the end of the fic!
Oh well, I’m pretty much satisfied with this chapter even though one question still stands:
Who is Dionysus? (hint: he’s the name of a future baby, but he isn’t Ginger and Sirius’… that would be Romulus… ;])
Have a Happy New Year, you guys!
P/s: It’s been a while since Ginger doesn’t show Linda… do you want a chapter over that? (Where the pensieve, James’ diary, and Sirius’ go together? Tell me, because I’m working on it.)
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