LAMES

THE MARRAIGE

The day couldn't be brighter or more beautiful, nor could the occasion. These were times of war and fear had captured the world for nearly ten years now.

Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters have done whatever they could to terrorize this world. Wizards tend to search for happy occasions once in a while. And today was such a day.

"WAKE UP!!!!!!!!" A screech resounded throughout the house as a man no less than 19 years of age jumped on the pile on the bed.

"WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO DIED?!" The pile happened to be a very handsome man with jet black hair grazing his shoulder waking up with a jolt to find his best friend looking as scared as a rat is of the cat.

"I'M DYING!!!!!!!!!!" Exclaimed the man, as his hand reached his hair-messing it-not that it needed it. It was always messy, no matter what he did, though one can't be sure of that because the man never did try.

"You are just getting married," Sighed a tall scarred man with short light brown hair, a tuft of which fell on his face, covering a bit of his left eye, while leaning on the door frame.

"YES!! BUT TO THE MOST WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL AND KIND-HEARTED GIRL I'VE EVER HAD THE PLEASURE TO MEET, NOT TO MENTION HER RED HAIR WHOSE STRANDS FALL ON HER SWEET FACE WHEN THE WIND-" The breathless rant was abruptly stopped by another man shoving a pillow in his mouth.

"Thanks, Wormtail! I didn't need the details because of which Prongs finds Lily-flower hot." This man was called Sirius aka Padfoot. He rolled his eyes and got off the bed after checking his clock to find it was 3 in the morning. No wonder he felt tired.

He gave an exasperated look to James but stopped himself from saying anything because he knew no matter what you ask, James Potter will end it with Lily's "oh-so-beautiful "eyes and hair. Not that James didn't try to tell about her soul, Sirius just didn't linger that long to listen.

Turning to Remus, he asked for some hot chocolate, and that's one more good thing about Remus. He miraculously never runs out of chocolate no matter how much strain he has on his salary.

The Auror office welcomed James with no questions. He always had this flair for leadership.

Peter didn't even try for it. He went out to spy missions for the Order of Pheonix. Though he didn't want to, he did this for his friends and he wanted to do something for this war to stop.

Remus was in no way better off than Peter. He didn't get any fair chance in this world because of his 'furry little problem'. Gods! People can be so dramatic for no reason, well not as much as Sirius Black though, who was called "the drama queen" by a certain someone, well... everyone.

Sirius on the other hand never felt the desire to work. He had had immense wealth thanks to his uncle Alphard who passed away last year, murdered by Death Eaters. Sirius was lazy and arrogant with a certain line of thought that summarizes as "My life is more than getting a job and having a family. I can feel it I was made for something much more than that, something much more selfless and heroic".

Not that it meant much. Everyone knew what an elaborate drama queen he was, is and will always be. Which was answered by Remus with a poker face that unlike the usual idea Orion and Walburga Black knew how to have fun and hence his creation.

The house was glowing with decoration everywhere. Mrs. Potter had finally outdone herself for her elder son's wedding. The four boys went to Mrs. Potter for snacks. Sirius fancied coffee with hot chocolate. Weird taste, yes, but Sirius is a weird man.

Mrs. Potter started saying her son the same thing every mother does, that is, when the older brother gets married they start about the younger ones. So today was Sirius' day. "Mom!! I told you I'm not getting married".