YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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RORY HAD NEVER BEEN TO a wedding before. Although Cordelia and Andrew's was small, short, and sweet. Not many people were there. Fred and Rory, Remus, Tonks, Aaron, and Cordelia's sister, Reagan. Her husband, a Muggle, was not able to attend due to being in charge of watching their children (plus no one thought it was safe). The ceremony was beautiful and simple, just as it was promised to be.
It was the dinner afterwards that Rory enjoyed most. Everyone (except Cordelia, of course... and Aaron) started the evening with champagne. Rory learned her new step-aunt, Reagan, was incredibly similar to Cordelia. Although only a few years older, they looked, sounded, and acted alike.
"You're going to love motherhood, Deely," Reagan beamed, slowly sipping the clear bubbly in her glass, "What do you hope it is?"
Cordelia cracked a smile, "I want a girl, Andy wants a boy. Rory and Aaron want a girl, too. Fancy the idea of a little sister."
"They just fancy the idea of disagreeing with me," Andrew teased.
"Rory fancies the idea of disagreeing with everyone," Fred rolled his eyes causing Andrew to chuckle. Rory bit back a smile and kicked him from under the table.
"Put any thought as to who you want to be the Godmother yet?" Tonks asked with a grin.
"I've only known I was pregnant for two weeks, Tonks!" Cordelia sighed.
That made Rory wonder. She furrowed her brows, "Who're my Godparents? I mean... Christine is Catholic so I actually have to have ones, don't I? From my Baptism?"
"Well..." Andrew said, "I practically begged Christine to let Remus be your Godfather, but she refused. Gave some blokes I barely knew that title instead, but that's just according to the church. Last I checked, she's not here. So, Moony is your Godfather. Not that it really matters since you're nineteen but, still nice to know I guess. Just in case..."
Remus chuckled softly, "Please, Andrew, let's not dig up that silly old nickname."
Rory slowly looked at Fred, who slowly looked at her. She turned to Remus and then back to Fred.
"Moony? That was your nickname?" she asked.
He nodded, "We all had them. Myself, James, Sirius, and... Peter. Quite childish looking back at it. Going around calling ourselves the Marauders... not sure how we weren't bullied out of the place."
"T-The Marauders?" Fred stuttered, "As in Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"
"Yes, how — "
"Erm... nothing!" Rory squeaked. She looked at Fred again who's eyes were now very wide.
She knew he was screaming inside. Remus had invented the Marauders' Map! Their old Professor, someone they had spent Christmases with, apparently Rory's own Godfather had given them the key to success for half their Hogwarts career making nearly all their pranks possible.
