Getting married wasn't a small thing, for anyone really. And especially not for a werewolf and a man who thought he'd never find someone who would love him. Not in a romantic sense. 12 years in Azkaban is enough to drive anyone away, like it had driven away his own godson before he knew the truth.
Today was the day, and Sirius just couldn't stop thinking. His head was speeding through every possible thing that was or could be bad about marrying a man such as himself. His past, his temper, his self-destructive thoughts. Constantly, he was reminded by the people around him that this was the normal things to worry about before being bound to someone. But it didn't help, he was way beyond worried.
"Oh don't you think about it" said Mrs Weasley sharply, looking at Sirius, who was wearing a fine, white suit, in the mirror from behind him,"You know he loves you very much"
He knew Remus loved him, and to be fair, Remus had a great deal more to worry about when it came to difficulties of marriage. Being a werewolf was harder, and more prejudiced than anything in the magical world. Nobody really cared to ask an actual werewolf what it was like. They just assumed. Over and over again he had tried to explain to people that werewolves were just people. They had jobs (if lucky enough to find someone who would hire them), families, and feelings, just like everyone else. 'I don't have time to be angry over this now' Sirius thought, attemtping to cheer up by focusing on Mrs Weasley who was now fixing his tie. She didn't use magic, which made the whole thing a little more intimate and calm.
Considering the circumstances, they had decided that they would dress in different places, then meet at the party. It was a special moment, being in his childhood home, getting ready for his wedding which was only an hour away now. Looking out the window, the Animagus noticed that, for the first time in ages, the rain had stopped. Although he enjoyed the rain, it was nice to see the sun cheering up the room. It had been dark and mysterius, the whole house had been, but with some help from friends, number twelve now looked cheerful and bright. Just as he'd always wanted.
The energy in number twelve was strange that evening. It was filled with happiness, nervousness, but also a hint of sadness. Even if the sun finally made its way through the windows and created wonderful, orange lines on the wall, Sirius still felt sort of empty. Why would he feel sad about this? He was getting married to the man he had loved for decades. Looking in the mirror, he felt as if this was the end of an era. And it was.
No matter how much he hated feeling down, hated missing James, hated being in the house previously owned by his disgusting family; Sirius couldn't help but feeling scared of leaving his comfort behind. It was terrible, to live like he had, but it wasn't the unknown. Stepping into something new wasn't easy, not at all. In his golden days at hogwarts, he had been reckless, but now...
"Try putting your hair up, love"
Before Sirius could say anything, Mrs Weasley had already waved her wand, collecting all of his hair in her hand, putting it nicely together in a tail. He smiled at her in the mirror, "Thank you, Molly"
For a second he actually caught himself thinking he looked handsome. Just a bit. At least less messy than what he looked on a daily basis. It's a wonder that Remus found words to describe him in ways that made a grown (old, in Sirius' opinion) man flustered. His soon to be husband was way better looking, with his smooth hair and gentle movements Remus gave off the impression of someone who had their life together. 'No' he thought, catching his now grumpy face in the mirror, 'don't think of yourself that way today'
"Whats the matter, Sirius?"
And for once, he actually told Mrs Weasley his true feelings. There was no point hiding it anyway, because she always knew. She herself was married, of course she knew. Not only that, but they both loved Harry, so naturally they knew each other quite well by now.
Getting married as a wizard was nothing like muggles and their silly written contract. No, it was nothing like that at all. Nobody really knew what it was like until they stood there, in front of their chosen partner. Which is the situation Sirius was about to find himself in. What he had dreamed of, but never thought would happen.
"Any moment now" he heard from the crowd of people in the tents they had put up outside the Burrow, where Bill and Fleur once got married.
"Soon, soon" said another voice. Sirius peaked his head through an opening in the tent to look at the crowd. About 80 wizards were gathered in a great open space with drinks and food and entertainment. Excitement filled the room as people waited impatiently for the ceremony to begin.
Once he had been hated by every wizard, all across England, and even the world. Now a few selected were gathered at his wedding. Their wedding. People had hated Remus too. As the white-suited man admired the crowd, someone snuk up behind him. Without turning around, he knew who it was.
"Harry!" he grinned, opening his arms, inviting him into a hug.
"Everyones waiting" Harry informed as they pulled away, "Lupin- I mean Remus- has just arrived"
And just as he said that, a shadow was coming towards them, each step more elegant than the other. It was him. The kindest, most astonishingly beautiful man he had ever put his eyes on. A warm, comfortable feeling appeared in his chest, mixing in with the nervousness. His husband. His best friend. His Hogwarts sweetheart. As Remus approached, the light from the tent showed that he wore a clean, forrest green, three piece suit. It wasn't what he usually wore, but it suited him. Sirius' heart beat faster than ever, his skin prickled in heat, it was as if someone had lit fireworks inside his stomach.
"Are you alright?" Remus asked warmly with a smile so bright that Sirius swore he saw sunrays shooting towards him. Even 'a work of art' wouldn't be a compliment giving him justice.
"You look.." Sirius began, almost unable to continue his sentence, "Oh come here"
In a fraction of a second, Sirius had pulled Remus into a hard, most satisfying kiss. Harry grinned at them and walked off towards two figures approaching in the distance, leaving the two alone.
"White" Remus commented after the kiss, holding Sirius face, "I've never seen you in white"
A tear had found its way down the werewolfs cheek, but Sirius was fast to wipe it away with his thumb.
Before they knew it, they were standing before each other in the tents. The crowd circled them, and the only people inside the circle was Sirius, Remus, and Albus Dumbledore.
"Shall we begin then?" asked the old wizard who had once been their teacher at hogwarts, smiling softly as he looked at them over his glasses. It couldn't be anyone else but him, it just couldn't.
Remus took Sirius' hand and held it tightly, the lights around them reflecting in their watering eyes. Albus placed the tip of his wand on their bound hands, and as they swore to protect, love, and never betray each other, golden strings appeared out of his wand, wrapping themselves around the couples hands.
Albus watched the golden locks dreamily, "love, pure and real love".
Sirius felt as if his hand was melting into Remus', like the strings were heating them up. They both looked down on their intertwined hands, then up again to meet each others shiny eyes. All trouble in the world vanished. It was only them and their love left in the universe. The strings got even hotter, almost too hot, and then - poof - the strings were gone. But around them were flakes of gold, floating mid air, blocking out the crowd. It was an unreal moment of happiness, more than happiness. Of love, of feeling at home.
The flakes drifted away, making the crowd visible again. Everyone was quiet, moved by the two men they all knew. It looked as if they were both about to either explode of happiness, or break out in tears. And both of the things happened as they once again kissed each other passionately, holding on to each other like they would never, ever let go.
Without seeing much of what was going on, they heard the crowd breaking into an intense applaus. Dumbledore waved his wand with a grin and the gold turned into confetti exploding into the crowd and falling down over Remus and Sirius. Tears streamed down and into their mouths as their teeth met, they broke into a smile mid-kiss.
Finally, after many, many years, they were bound to each other by the golden strings of love.
