On April 1st, 1976 Lily Evans and James Potter both agreed that they had pulled a coup: they married each other without lighting anything on fire. Admittedly, Lily had chosen the date knowing that Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin were bound by an old Marauder’s vow to never pull a prank of April Fool’s Day. Sirius had been less than thrilled when he learned the date of the wedding, even going so far as to lie to Lily and say that that was the day of a Full Moon. She showed him a chart of the Moon cycles and he ran off to pester James about the date.
But it was a strange wedding, nonetheless, filled with happy faces that never got the chance to see the bruises that Lily’s dress hid— the bruises that a Death Eater had given her two weeks before as she and James had, through sheer, ridiculous luck, managed to escape an attack.
It was also an amazing wedding: old friends came with shiny gifts; Mrs. Potter sat in the front row smiling happily the whole time; the entire wedding party managed to shove together for one of the best pictures Lily had ever been a part of; everyone went to the reception and drank too much; Sirius gave a speech crediting himself with forcing Lily and James together by rejecting both of their advances and directing them at one another instead; Lily had laughed as James threw his napkin at Sirius; and then they all ate cake (though much of it ended up thrown around the room, too). But mostly, it was amazing for Lily because she married James. Married him. Finally. Forever.
With cake smashed all over her face (and a bit in her hair courtesy of Sirius who claimed food fights didn’t qualify as pranks), a very tired Lily danced with her husband on the wooden floor of their reception hall and tried to memorize the moment. It wasn’t often a person was perfectly happy, after all.
Prelude to Destiny by AnotherDreamer