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Prologue: A Decade of Light

Ten years had passed since the tumultuous days at Hogwarts, and the world had transformed in ways none of them could have imagined. The shadow of Voldemort, once so all-encompassing, had been vanquished in a fierce final battle that took place at the heart of the wizarding world. Dumbledore, always the beacon of light, had fallen in the fight, but not before guiding the Order of the Phoenix to victory. Alongside him, the remnants of the Black family—those who had clung to the dark side—had perished too, leaving behind only the family members who chose a path of love and redemption: Sirius, Regulus, and Narcissa. The Black name, once a source of fear, had been forever changed.

Now, peace reigned, and the world was ready to celebrate the union of two souls who had fought hard for their love—Regulus Black and James Potter.

The morning was bright, the sky a perfect shade of blue, as guests gathered in a sprawling garden just outside of Godric’s Hollow. The wedding was to be a grand celebration of love and friendship, set against the backdrop of a world that had finally found its way out of the darkness. Lush greenery, twinkling fairy lights, and magical blooms adorned every corner, creating an atmosphere of serenity and joy.

James stood at the altar, his hand nervously brushing his suit, a mixture of the classic Potter maroon with subtle hints of silver woven into the fabric—Regulus’s family colors. His hazel eyes sparkled as he glanced toward the aisle, waiting for the love of his life to make his entrance. They had decided on a hyphenated last name, Black-Potter, symbolizing their unity and the new chapter they were writing together—one that left behind the legacy of pure-blood supremacy and embraced equality and love.

Lily Evans, their best friend, stood beside James, her red hair glowing in the sunlight. She was smiling, her own heart full of happiness. She had been through so much with both James and Regulus, and now, she was more than just a witness to their love—she was a part of their growing family. Lily, already glowing with the unmistakable joy of motherhood, had agreed to be the surrogate for their first child. Inside her, a baby boy was growing—Harry Black-Potter, as they had already decided to name him, a symbol of hope and renewal after all they had endured.

When Regulus finally appeared, walking down the aisle with Sirius by his side, the crowd erupted into soft whispers of admiration. He looked radiant, his dark hair falling perfectly against his sharp features, dressed in elegant robes of silver and deep emerald. His eyes locked onto James’s, and in that moment, there was only the two of them. All the battles, all the pain, and all the losses—they had all led to this, a moment of pure happiness.

Sirius, beaming with pride, whispered something to Regulus as they reached the altar, but it was drowned out by the hum of love that filled the air. He stepped back, giving his brother a firm nod, and Regulus joined James at the altar, their hands finding each other without hesitation.

The ceremony was brief but filled with meaning. Their vows spoke of perseverance, forgiveness, and the strength they found in one another. The guests—friends, old classmates, and members of the Order—watched with tears in their eyes as James and Regulus sealed their commitment with a kiss, their hands entwined as the crowd erupted into cheers.

After the ceremony, the celebrations flowed seamlessly into the evening. The garden was now lit by thousands of twinkling lights, and laughter and music filled the air. Sirius, as best man, gave a speech that had the entire crowd in stitches, recounting wild stories from their school days while also praising his brother for his transformation from a troubled youth into a man who had found love and redemption.

Lily sat with her hands resting on her baby bump, smiling as Remus and Sirius danced wildly together. She had never seen them this carefree, not even in the early days of the Marauders. Peace had finally settled over them all.

James and Regulus, caught in the middle of the festivities, shared a quiet moment at the edge of the garden, watching their loved ones celebrate. “Can you believe we made it here?” Regulus asked softly, his voice filled with wonder.

James smiled, pulling him close. “I can. We’ve fought for it. We deserve this, Reg.”

Regulus’s gaze drifted to Lily, who was laughing as Sirius spun her in a ridiculous dance. His heart swelled with affection for the woman who was helping them bring their family to life. “Harry is going to have the best parents,” Regulus whispered. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

James kissed the top of his head. “Neither can I. Our family, Reg. Our future.”

As the night wore on, the stars began to fill the sky, twinkling down on the gathering of friends who had become family. Voldemort’s shadow had long been extinguished, and the scars left behind by the war were healing. With Dumbledore’s sacrifice and the fall of the Black family’s dark legacy, the wizarding world had entered an era of peace, and those who had fought so hard for it were ready to embrace a new dawn.

In the distance, the sound of fireworks burst across the sky, and as they lit up the night, James and Regulus stood together, their hands linked, ready for whatever the future might hold. Their love, forged in darkness, was now a beacon of light for all those around them. And in just a few short months, Harry would be born into a world filled with hope, love, and the promise of a better tomorrow.