Dora’s thundering footsteps wake me. It sounds like she’s sick. I run into the bathroom, to check on her. She takes a shaky breath, trembling slightly. I wet some clothes with cool water and press them to her forehead and the base of her neck. Hopefully, it’ll make her feel better. My mum always did it for me when I was small.
“I’m okay n-” she say, but is interrupted.
“Wonder what it is?” I ask myself. “Maybe bad fish.” I had found it in the back of the freezer. Who knew how long it had really been in there. After a few minutes, she’s completely finished. “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah,” she says. We go back into the bedroom. I hold her close to me.
“Nervous?” I ask. I know I am. I couldn’t believe I was marrying this amazing woman tomorrow-or rather later today. She shakes her head. I rub her stomach, thinking it may make it feel better. She falls asleep quickly. She looks so peaceful, so happy. And she was going to be mine forever. It didn’t matter that I had screwed up. I’m never going to leave her again.
“I don’t know how you forgave me so quickly, Dora. I wouldn’t have. It took me almost a year to forgive Sirius when he ‘pranked’ Snape.” She’s the epitome of everything I don’t deserve. Love, happiness, loyalty, beauty, trust. And so much more. She was so pure, so loving, so giving. I couldn’t believe I had hurt her like I did. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whisper to her. Even after everything that had happened, she still loves me. I smile at the thought. She loves me. She’s marrying me. And I’m marrying her, the most wonderful person in the world. I drift off to sleep.
“Oof.” I open my eyes to find myself on the floor, Dora’s laughter ringing in my ears. “Worse than Sirius,” I mutter. Rising into a sitting position, I see Dora. Quickly, I close my eyes and turn away.
“What’s gotten into you knickers?” she laughs.
“I can’t look at you,” I explain.
“What? It wasn’t that bad. Not like I haven’t made you fall off the bed before.” She really doesn’t understand. Chuckling, I explain further.
“Dora, the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride until she walks up the aisle, or whatever your doing.”
“So, what are we supposed to do? We’re prepping here. We can’t avoid each other until one in this flat.” She has a point. I slowly look at her.
“I suppose your right.” She holds her hand out, helping me up. Smirking, now are we. More like the Blacks everyday. I want to say it, but I don’t. She kisses me. I hold her closer. After a moment, she pulls away.
“We-have to get ready.” Right. I turn to get my clothes from the closet, but she darts in front of me, grabbing her stuff and nearly sprinting out of the room. I stare at the door for a few seconds. Dora, my Dora. Only mine. With a smirk of my own, I grab my suit and begin dressing. I’ve just pulled my pants up when the door suddenly burst open.
“Dora, I’m changing,” I say.
“Like I’ve never saw you naked.” I thought she’d already gotten her dress. Maybe not. Her shirt flies past my head.
“Hey, at least wait until I leave to put it on,” I ask. Really, the wedding should be the first place I see her in her dress. I take what’s left to put on and apparate to the Shrieking Shack. I’m not sure why. Then I go to Dora’s parents house to meet with Ted.
“Still have the rings, Remus?” I check my pockets.
“The priest is late. He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.” The man appears as he says it, walking up the road. Ted rushes to him. “Look, we were supposed to be there before Dora and Dromeda. We gotta go now. He grabs the mans arm and side-along Apparates him. I follow. I see Dora. She’s beautiful. The dress fits her just right, curving to show her slender figure. And it’s not one of the puffy ones.
“Michael, this is my daughter, Nymphadora Tonks.”
“Hello, I’m Michael Greenwich.”
“Here’s the gazebo,” Ted says, leading him away. I smile at Dora and take my spot, her just a step behind me.
Michael looks at us.
“We are here today to join these two…” I can’t concentrate. I just stare at Dora. She’s so beautiful. She’s looking at me too. I hear him say something. He pauses. Oh, my turn.
“I do,” I whisper. No long after, its Dora’s turn.
“I do,” she says. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life.
“By the powers invested in me by-er-You may now kiss the bride!” I lean in and give her a small kiss. “I give you Mr. and Mrs. Remus Lupin.” I can’t stop smiling. Her parents are grinning at us, even though they have tears streaming down their face.
She talks to her parents for a bit, but I don’t listen. I just look at my amazing wife.
I have a wife. I, Remus John Lupin, werewolf, have a wife. Who loves me for me. I take her hand and Apparate us to Godric's Hollow. I pick her up and carry her into the house.
“How do you like our new house, Mrs. Lupin?” Mrs. Lupin. She’s finally, completely, entirely, mine.
A/N: I'd like to thank all of you who have read this far, and I have virtual cookies for everyone who's reviewed, be it once or those amazing people who've reviewed nearly every chapter thus far. There are only 6 more chapters until the end and I will get them up as quickly as possible. ~Lily