Everyone seemed to hold their breath. Mia remembered Narcissa's wedding and
the horrible feeling of sadness that accompanied it. There was nothing of that here.
Nothing but joy and pure love.
"I, Lily Evans," Lily said, "give to you, James Potter, my love, my friendship, my
support, and my protection. I take your name as my own and uphold it with honour and
respect. I pledge to you our firstborn child, to serve as your heir who will carry on the
legacy of your House: Courage and Craft. I willingly bind myself to you until death
separates us and swear this vow upon my magic. Suscipiam illud vinculum," she vowed, and
the black cord around her wrist turned gold.
"James Potter―" The Ministry official turned to him. "—turn to your new Lady
Wife and make your vow."
"I, James Potter, give to you, Lily Evans, my love, my friendship, my support, and
my protection. I willingly bring you into my House knowing that you will uphold it with
honour and respect, and I vow to honour and respect you in kind. I pledge to you my wand
to serve and defend you, and my life to be given for any purpose you have need of it. By
Courage and Craft. I willingly bind myself to you until death separates us and swear this
vow upon my magic. Suscipiam illud vinculum," he said, and the red cord around his wrist
turned gold.
"I now declare you bonded for life!"
Before another word could be spoken, James pulled Lily into his arms and kissed
her.
"Careful, there."
Mia grinned as she approached Remus, taking the seat beside him at the head table
at the front of the marquee. It was marked by empty chairs that surrounded him and empty
bottles of butterbeer at the place settings. Almost everyone in the room was on their feet,
dancing, enjoying the company, and congratulating James and Lily—all but Peter, who kept
his distance from everyone when Mia was near.
"Careful of what?" Remus eyed her suspiciously.