A/N: Okay, so I know I've been promising this story for like ever now. I'm sorry it took so long. Life got in the way. But anyway, I posted the trailer for it on my profile page. You should totally go check it out. So without adieu, Read/Review/Enjoy!

The Wedding

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was marring the man of her dreams, minus the werewolf part. She looked amazing, if you ignored the fact that her wedding dress was centuries old. Her parents were so happy for her, besides the part about them hating her soon to be husband. As Dora Tonks looked into the mirror before her, she realized how unhappy she really was. She couldn't get the morning's argument out of her head.

"Why do you hate him so much?"

"I don't hate him per say, it's just when he turns into that thing he has no control, no emotions."

"I know dad."

"He could kill his own best friend."

"I know!"

"He could hurt you."

"He would never do anything to me!"

"I'm not saying he'd do it on purpose, he wouldn't be able to help it."

He was wrong. Remus always took great care to make sure he was nowhere near her when he transformed. She was as safe with him as she was with anybody, which was less and less every day. Voldemort was growing stronger every second; even more so since Dumbledore had died. She'd never seen that one coming. It took all her will power to not cry right now. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Hey honey, are you ready?" Ted Tonks extended his arm, ready to walk his daughter down the aisle. Despite his feelings about this, he was willing to throw out his better judgment and allows his daughter one day to be completely happy.

Dora fought back more tears as she took her father's arm. This day was hers. Nothing else needed to exist but her love for Remus. No war, no tragedy, no Voldemort. Today she would become Mrs. Remus Lupin; nothing else needed to matter. It was in that moment that she realized how happy she was after all.

She looked like her mother. The radiant smile, the light trail of tears, the dress; she was the spitting image of 'Meda on our wedding day. I remember that day like it was breakfast. I was terrified that her family was gonna kill me before we made it to the honeymoon. She ran away from home just to marry me. She loved me, despite the fact that my parents were muggles. Our differences didn't matter to her; something she oh so kindly pointed out after my and Dora's little row this morning. I didn't think it was the same thing.

Dora always was a little rebel. She always did things her own way. She became an auror even though she was young, clumsy, and a woman. She joined The Order of the Phoenix, despite the danger involved. And now she was marrying a werewolf. And here I am walking here down the aisle, handing her over to him. He looked so shabby and shaky. He defiantly wasn't the type I had imagined for my daughter. The complete opposite in fact, but she loved him. She truly loved him. Something like that should never be repressed. Something like that should never be ignored or hated. Something like that was rare and special. I couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of that. My little girl was happy, I should be too. She could've done worse. Regardless, I still wanted to kill him before they made it to the honeymoon.

His nerves had him shaking like a seven on a rector scale. She looked beautiful, far too beautiful to be marring him. He never thought he could love someone so much. Was he letting his emotions get the better of him? Probably. But why shouldn't he? He always had to put others first. He came last, if even at all. For once in his life he was doing something selfish. Marrying Tonks was probably the most selfish thing he could do. He had no money, a shabby little apartment, very little food, and no job. He had nothing to offer and no way to take care of her. He couldn't understand why someone like her would want to be with someone like him. She must have been letting her emotions get the better of her as well. He hoped to God she wouldn't regret it in the morning.

She was absolutely beaming at him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She looked stunning in her mother's wedding dress. It was old and discolored, but she gave it new life. She had that affect on everything, most predominately him. She had given him a purpose; a reason to live. He couldn't ask more than that of anyone.

"Do you Remus John Lupin take this woman to be your wife?"

"I do."

"Do you Nymphadora Tonks take this man to be your husband?"

'I do."

"Will you love each other, keep each other, and stay true to each other as long as you both live?"

"We will."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Their kiss was deep, sweet, and passionate. Her lips molded to his like God himself had intended it to be. He opened his mouth and allowed her tongue to enter. She began to toy with him, biting his lip and letting out a small moan. He had to break it off. She was beginning to get a little carried away. She had no idea how badly he just wanted to take her right then and there. But now was not the time. Tonight however, tonight was gonna be fun.

A/N: So I hoped you liked it! I'll be posting Ch 2 next Thursday. I'm making Thursdays post days, so I'll try to have something up each week. Thanks for reading!