The Bounds of True Love

"I, Remus John Lupin, take thee, Hannah Rachel Kerrigan, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish; till death do us part."

"And do you, Hannah Rachel Kerrigan, accept this oath as one of truth?"

"I do."

"And do you swear the same in return?"

"I, Hannah Rachel Kerrigan, take thee, Remus John Lupin, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish; till death do us part."

"And do you, Remus John Lupin, accept this oath as one of truth?"

"I do."

"Then, in the presence of God and those here today, I pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride."

For a moment, there was no movement, and then Remus wrapped his arms tightly about his new wife and kissed her soundly on the lips. Cheering echoed from every corner of the chapel, from the altar back to the stone balcony.

The newly married couple clasped hands and walked to the back of the church between the filled rows of pews. Behind them came the parents of the bride and her family, the parents of the husband and his family and then more distant friends. Finally, two members of the Werewolf Division at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, overseeing the occasion, followed the crowd to the cars.

It really was a stunning car. Unlike normal wedding cars it was a stunning sky blue, a Ford Anglia with the ability to fly. It had recently been repainted by Muggle craftsmen with magical relations, and looked gorgeous! The wing mirrors were tied with ribbons, and flowers had been tied to the wipers on the front and back windows. They were Lupin flowers, symbolically chosen for the occasion, and looked somehow right.

Hannah Kerrigan slipped into the back, and Remus Lupin followed a moment later, his eyes no longer downcast and filled with worry but alight with love. A young girl with honey-coloured hair finished tying something to the back of the car, and grinned as she patted it. She gave the thumbs up to the driver, the doors were closed, and the car drove off.

"To the reception, then," said the girl's mother. The crowd began to chatter as they walked towards the cars. The girl herself noted the 'Just Married' sign with pride, the sparkling colours especially. Then it lifted from the ground, and vanished with a 'pop'.

In the car, the driver pressed a button on the dashboard. Instantly, soft music began to play. Remus, holding tightly to the hand of his wife, leant in and kissed her again. It was the most romantic time of his life, the most beautiful. Two Werewolves, married, he was so lucky to have found her, and he meant to enjoy every moment of it.