Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Scotland Highlands, Hogwarts, 1980
June 3rd, unusually warm

A week after, Sirius is freaking out. 

So is James. Remus had his full moon a while back and the two boys had gone to play animals with him but he hadn't been at his flat.

He'd moved out of his parents' house as soon as we graduated, having an idea that he was a burden on them. Being a werewolf required his family to move around a lot, there were a lot of laws against the beings and knowing a werewolf was just roaming around at night during a full moon was blasphemous - even though his house was somewhat secluded. 

Our confusion was finally tended to during an Order meeting, our third altogether. 

Dumbledore wasted the first fifteen minutes as usual, lecturing us about the power of love and friendship. The lot of us rolled our eyes in sync each time he went off track. 

Lily was gripping my arm tightly, having grown close to the werewolf herself. James had insisted she doesn't come to today's meeting, being on her eighth month but it's Lily Potter we're talking about. She does what she wants to.

Peter was standing away from us all, in a corner, hidden by the shadows. I think none of us paid him much attention these days, all caught up in our lives. It made me feel awful and I made a mental note to spend time with him later on. 

While Dumbledore goes on and on about nothing in particular, my eyes lock with Sirius who's standing beside James. He smirks. I smirk back. 

Nobody knows about the disillusioned ring on his left hand, not even James Potter. 

A week ago, we'd stolen an emergency two-way portkey from the Ministry by sneaking in after late hours. Spelt it to land in America and had gripped each other's hands as we were magicked away. 

It made me nauseous, the portkey but it was okay because what followed was thrilling and Sirius and I loved doing what we shouldn't. 

We'd done some bad things that day, too. Like using the memory spell 'Obliviate.' But none of us was going to explain to the lady that we were wizards and only needed the marriage license because we couldn't have it arranged right now from the Ministry. 

It was confusing, half the shit she asked of us but we managed it anyhow and moments later were standing outside the chapel, awaiting our turn. 

Sirius was grinning like a fool and I was full of adrenaline. I'd been wearing one of my best white gowns and I knew for a fact I looked gorgeous and so did my fiancè. He was wearing one of his best tuxes and Merlin, oh, Merlin —

When our turn was announced, we had to hastily ask a random stranger to be our witness. He asked for something in return and though I didn't have muggle money, I had galleons on me. He thought we stole them but it was gold nevertheless so a stranger bore witness to our holy matrimony. 

We were a bit put out by the fact the photographs weren't moving and were rather muggle but Sirius promised me that after the war, we'd have a real marriage. Said we'd invite all our friends and family and we'd get as many moving pictures as we want. And have poppies around us, obviously. 

Though I did have a bouquet made of peonies and poppies, I would love to be surrounded by those flowers, too. 

It was the rush of it all that had me laughing all the time. We made our vows, though we had a bit of trouble with it because everything that needed to be said was already out in the open. There was no doubt we loved each other, no doubt of loyalty, no uncertainty. But we both did reassurances and kissed so dirtily, I'm sure our witness went out to smoke weed.