Epilogue ~ about 4 years later
James woke to the revolting stink of dog breath. He cracked an eye open and found himself face to face with his girlfriend's giant white and black dog. Groaning he pushed Pinkerton away and began to hunt for a pair of shorts and his trainers. He took Pinkerton with him on his morning run, which allowed her to do her business, unfortunately once they returned to the flat she wandered around aimlessly for a quarter of an hour, searching the closets, bathrooms and under the bed for her mum. He and Isabelle didn't live together exactly, but she was over often enough that it made sense for Pinkerton to see James' flat as a second home.
"She's not here, Pinky." James reminded her as he sipped his tea and read the Prophet. Pinkerton looked at him with wide, sad eyes and James fed her part of his biscuit. "I know, I miss her too."
Isabelle was finishing up her second to last year at uni and, like each year before, had decided that the best way to study for finals was holed up at her friend Anne-Marie's house like a hermit. James had been watching Pinkerton for nearly two weeks. They found comfort in their mutual heartache. But while Pinkerton had no idea when she would see her mum again James knew that his girlfriend was taking her last exam in just a few hours and then this afternoon she would be completely and entirely his! At least until Sunday brunch at the Burrow.
James was so excited that he had taken the day off at work to prepare. After an in-depth clean of the flat and a quick shower James gathered Pinkerton's things and apparated to the Cross' residence. He found three-year-old Gabriel playing with trucks in the living room. When the toddler heard the crack he looked up.
"Hi, buddy, how you doing?"
Gabriel frowned. "Bad."
James sat beside him. "Oh really? Why's that?"
He sighed dramatically. "I haven't seen my sister in forever. She always visits, but now she's not visiting anymore."
James nodded. "Well she's been studying. But I'm sure you'll see her tomorrow or at the Burrow on Sunday at the latest."
Gabriel looked suspicious. "Wizard's promise?"
James wasn't sure what a wizard's promise was but he agreed. "Wizard's promise. But in the meantime I brought Pinkerton over. I thought she might like to play here until Isabelle can pick her up."
Gabriel patted the dog happily. "Sure. I love Pinkerton. And Pinkerton loves me."
"That's right, little guy. Are your parent's home or is Fuzz watching you?"
"Yeah Mummy and Daddy are in the kitchen."
James stood and tried to keep his hands from sweating. He couldn't help but have flashbacks to when he and Isabelle had first announced they were a couple. Tasha, like his own parents, had seemed far too happy they were dating. As a result both he and Isabelle spent several weeks bracing themselves for the giddy façade to fall and for their parents to become possessive and suspicious and disapproving and all those things parents were supposed to be when their eldest start dating seriously. Mr. Cross had been a different story, as he had been under the impression they had been a couple since January. Everyone else reacted as he had expected, with a general sense of happy relief although Fuzz had quite seriously reminded James that he did turn into a giant bloodthirsty wolf once a month.
Now as James made his way to the kitchen where he could hear Tasha and Mr. Cross chatting idly, he couldn't help but hope the past would repeat itself and that his news would be received positively.
"James!" Tasha greeted happily. Her belly was swollen, it was obvious she due to give birth to her second child in a few weeks. "I thought I heard you talking with Gabe. To what do we owe this surprise?"
"Um, dropping Pinkerton off for the weekend. I mean, I'm not exactly sure when Isabelle will take her back but we're going out tonight and I don't want her to alone my flat all day."
Mr. Cross nodded. "Of course, why don't you sit down, would you like some tea?"
James nodded. "Yes, thanks. Listen, er, I just wanted to let you know… well, I'm going to ask her to marry me tonight."
Mr. Cross didn't look up from his task. "Is she pregnant?"
James' eyes widened and he could feel his ears burning. "Wh- NO! I mean, no. I wouldn't- we're not- no. Your daughter is not pregnant."
Tasha slapped her husband's arm lightly. "Robert, stop teasing the poor boy."
Mr. Cross slid a steaming mug towards James. "Just curious. I wouldn't be upset if she was, mind, it just might be a little awkward for Gabe, having a younger sibling about the same age as a niece or nephew."
James shook his head slightly to clear it. "No, agreed. I mean, we've talked about it and you don't have to worry about being a grandfather for a while longer."
Tasha raised her eyebrows. "You've talked about kids?"
To James, the answer was obvious. "I'm asking her to marry me. Of course we've already talked about kids."
Tasha looked impressed and Mr. Cross looked James up and down several times before opening his mouth. "So what is this? If you're asking for permission I won't give it because let's face it James you asking my permission is weird, Isabelle makes her own choices."
"This is more of a heads-up slash asking for your blessing of sorts, you're approval really. You don't think that's weird, surely. I mean, you've known Isabelle longest and both of you have been around for our entire friendship and then relationship. Do you think it's wise? Asking her to marry me?"
Mr. Cross sighed. "It's never wise to ask a girl to marry you James. Believe me, I know that better than anyone. What you have to ask yourself is this: would we be idiots for not getting married. When it comes to love there's no way you in hell you could be wise about it, it's all about avoiding blatant idiocy."
James found himself nodding in agreement to the odd advice. Mr. Cross was certainly an eccentric but James had learned to look past his strange way of phrasing things and become accustomed to his rather blasé outlook on life. Now James trusted Mr. Cross nearly as much as he did his own Uncles. "Thanks. That was really good advice."
Tasha looked at James intently. "For my part, I think you're making the right decision. You two were meant to be together."
James nodded. "Thanks. I've talked to my parents too and they're all for it. Now I just have to… do it."
Tasha's eyes lit up. "Do you have a plan? Is it terribly romantic?"
James frowned. "Hardly. It's not even a real plan; I'm rather disappointed with myself."
Mr. Cross waved a hand dismissively. "It's you James, she'd think you were romantic if you proposed while dressed as a chimpanzee and riding a unicycle."
James stood outside the offensive university building. On the one hand, he was very happy that Izzy was getting a good education and getting her ducks in a row to open her bakery in Diagon Alley, but this university was also the instigator of numerous cancelled plans, several tearful breakdowns, a couple of shouting matches and the current separation from his girlfriend. Fortunately the separation was due to end any minute now and then uni would disappear until late August.
The doors opened and Isabelle exited, she spotted him quickly and ran over stopping just in front of him to look at the bouquet of flowers he was holding. She beamed up at him.
"Jamie! Are these for me?"
"What? No. These flowers are for my Great Aunt Heloise, she's sick the poor dear."
"So the fact that stargazer lilies are my favorite is a complete coincidence."
"You don't even have a Great Aunt Heloise."
"Just because you haven't met her doesn't mean she doesn't exist."
Still smiling, Isabelle took the bouquet from him and then pulled him close to kiss him. Merlin, kissing her was perfect and being with her was perfect and James was about ready to cancel all his plans for that night because nothing could be better than just snogging her and related activities, but then she pulled away.
"Thanks for the flowers."
"They're not for you, I told you, they're for my very real, very ill Great Aunt Heloise and she'll be very upset that you've stolen them."
Izzy rolled her eyes. "So what's up, trying to butter me up? About to tell me some bad news or ask me a huge favor?"
James froze for second, before calming himself down. No, there was no way she knew. She couldn't suspect a thing, right? "Nope. I just missed you."
She looked apologetic. "I know ten days is a really long time but it's the only way I know to survive finals."
"No worries, you're here now. The missing is done." James wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they began to meander down the street. "Join me for lunch?"
"Yes, I'm starved."
"Exams were exhausting?"
"Yeah, but they were bloody brilliant. I really think I did well. My first exam was the most important one, the pastry baking one I was telling you about, and Professor Wilkes tracked me down today to let me know that I did better than anyone he's seen in a long time."
"I know! I'm so happy. So are we just going to grab lunch over your break and see each other again tonight or what?"
"Oh, I took the day off of work."
"What? They didn't need me that badly and anyway, I just want to spend the day with you."
"I'd tell you off but I really just want to spend today with you as well."
"Fancy that, how convenient. To celebrate you completing another year at school, I have a surprise planned for you."
She looked skeptical. "Is it a ministry function? Because as much as I love them, I do need to mentally prepare for them too."
"You hate ministry functions. You admitted that the only thing you like about them is seeing me in a tuxedo."
"Mmm." She hummed. "That is rather nice, but I like getting dressed up too. Not to mention meeting your colleagues."
"You mean spending the next day doing impressions of people who were surprised that I'm dating you."
"I mock them during the party too. I cannot tell you how hilarious it is to hear a bunch of gossipy old witches whispering about me, and then going up to them to introduce myself and tell them all the lovely things I've heard about them. They're faces are priceless! And sometimes they're really nice, last month I had a rather enlightening conversation about the differences between muggle voting systems and wizarding ones."
"It's nice to know you aren't afraid of them." James commented. Personally he found any witch or wizard over the age of seventy rather intimidating. As a rule they were suspicious that he was simply using his father's fame for his own selfish means, which James supposed was true, and in return he disliked they're tendency to reject change in any form, a generalization that had curbed far too many of his projects to date.
"One of us has to be brave one, James. You can't handle gossipy ancient witches, I can. It's what makes us the perfect team."
"Laws and Biscuits."
"Laws and Biscuits." She replied. "We're going to change the world."
"Indeed but for now I think I'll be content to get some lunch. Join me in the alley for an apparition to a surprise location?"
She nodded and led the way into an empty backstreet. "I bet it's just Sidsbury."
Shit. "It's not… It's not Sudsbury." James protested. "Today is a special day, I'm not taking you to Sudsbury."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him. "Yes you are."
He kissed her again before admitting the truth. "Yes I am. But there's still a surprise attached!"
"I believe you. And you should be grateful I know you so well because I brought my swimming costume along just in case."
After ensuring Izzy was ready James apparated them to their usual apparition point, a small alley way behind a hat shop. He could hear music playing in the distance and Izzy looked at him quizzically. Eager to see her reaction, James simply motioned for her to go ahead of him. The moment she stepped into the light her posture changed completely and when she looked back at him, her face was the picture of delight: blue eyes shining brightly and grinning ear to ear, she was even bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Now this is a surprise, James. Can we go check it out?"
In a flash she had gently placed the bouquet of flowers in her bigger-on-the-inside purse, grabbed his hand and dragged him into the street. Sudsbury was hosting a street faire featuring the work of several local artists and the streets were swamped with vendors selling scarfs, jewelry, photography, sculptures and an array of other things. A sound system seemed to be set up through the town as well and Izzy bounced to the beat of the music as they made their way through the crowds of people.
"How did I not hear about this?" Izzy asked as she stopped to look at an intricately painted vase. "Generally I keep up to date about the events happening here."
"I am a prankster, love. I think I know how to keep you from hearing about something like this."
"But they must have been organizing this for at least a year. You must have been planning today for months."
James that she was soaking up the music, the colors, the people and the emotions around her, she was just so vibrant as she made small talk with the vendors, admired their pieces and in some cases, delicately touched their wares.
When she caught him staring she simply smiled wider and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you. This is an excellent surprise."
"Oh this isn't the surprise." James replied easily. "This is the pre-surprise, surprise."
"Yes. When the surprise comes, you'll know exactly what it is."
"I don't know whether to be excited or worried."
James wanted to tell her, 'neither do I' but instead he forced a laugh and pointed her in the direction of a lady selling miniature fruit pies. "Those look tasty. Why don't we have pie for lunch?"
She agreed and went off to find them a bench while he purchased the pies. As he made his way back to her, James reflected that he wasn't really worried about proposing. In fact he was quite certain she would say yes. He just didn't want her to be disappointed. He was James Sirius Potter, prankster extraordinaire, he was more than capable of creating some type of elaborate proposal. Instead he had simply taken her to a street faire where he was waiting for the right moment to just show her the ring and pop the question. It was simple. James was fairly certain she would prefer it simple, but there was still the chance she was expecting something better.
She was waiting for him and holding two cans of pepsi. "What's on your mind?"
He exchanged a few of his pies for a can of soda. "Er… work."
"Knew you shouldn't have taken today off. Aren't you working on finalizing the program for the liaison between Scotland Yards and the Auror office?"
"That was wrapped up three days ago actually. I actually feel like I can breathe again. I wasn't sure if we could do it before the Minister retired."
She nudged his foot with her own. "I knew you could do it. So what's they long face for?"
"You think there's something wrong with my face?" He tried to joke. She didn't buy it. "Don't worry about it. I'm just stressed with the minister retiring. I had my issues with Robbards but she respected my Department. The next one might not."
This wasn't a lie, James was a bit anxious about the upcoming change, it just wasn't the whole story either.
"Maybe you should run for minister." She teased.
"Oh don't you start too. The crazies at Magical Times already included me in favorite potential candidates. It's a load of rubbish, I'm far too young and inexperienced, even if I did want the job. Fred hasn't stopped making fun of me since."
"Alright, if you've got Fred on your back I'll let up. But come on, this is your day off and I'm done with school and these pies are delicious. We're not going to worry about anything, deal?"
"Deal." James agreed, trying not to think about the ring burning a hole in his pocket.
They continued to explore, window shopping as they went along. They made their way to the town square where the DJ was set up and a space had been cleared for dancing. Izzy gave him a look and they danced for a bit, neither of them were very good at dancing but they didn't care. It was fun, that's what mattered.
After dancing they made their way towards the beach and, at Izzy's request, went swimming for a bit. As the sun began to sink lower in the sky James knew that if he didn't do something soon he wouldn't ask her at all today. He knew it didn't have to be today, he could do it tomorrow or the day after or a week from now! But ever since he had bought the ring three days ago he had been off-kilter and seeing as he spent the whole day building himself up to asking her it seemed a waste to not do it.
After they dried off and changed James suggested a walk down the boardwalk. Smiling, she took his hand in hers and began to tell him about how she was planning on spending her summer but for the life of him James couldn't focus on what she was saying. She seemed to notice this because she stopped walking looked him straight in the eyes.
"James, are you okay?"
Glancing around James found an empty bench and led her to it. She sat down and patted the spot next to her but James just shook his head.
"I love you, Izzy."
She smiled. "I love you too, Jamie."
"I really, really, love you. A lot."
"I love you a whole lot too." She replied apprehensively.
"So, I love you and shit! I had this whole speech planned out about how amazing you are and how happy we are together and how I truly and honestly can't imagine my life without you so it really just makes sense that we get on with this already because I love you. So much."
"No, don't interrupt. If I stop now I won't do it at all. And I really want to do it because you're brilliant Izzy. You're the greatest woman anywhere. And I'd be and total fool if I didn't do this and okay, I'm just going to do it now because I love you."
Clearing his throat, James knelt on one knee. "I'm sorry I'm such a idiot that I forgot what I was going to say, but this is the part that matters. Isabelle…" He reached into his pocket to retrieve the ring. He didn't immediately feel the velvet box so he dug around for a bit. "Er, you're amazing and I must have used the other pocket."
When he had knelt down Izzy had gasped and he could see tears shining in her eyes as she waited for him to fish the ring from his pocket. After digging for a few minutes, James winced apologetically and stood.
"Sorry, sorry, give me a minute. I know I put it…"
She was looking at him with eyebrows raised. "I'm sorry but were you about to…"
"Yes!" James replied. "That was the surprise and it's exactly what you think except I can't…"
"What?" Izzy warned.
James shut his eyes. "It's on my nightstand."
James opened his eyes and took her hands in his. "I left it on the nightstand. We'll forget about this, let me apparate back to my flat, and then let me try again."
Her jaw dropped. "You're kidding me."
She sighed. "Yes, go on. I'll wait here for you."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're perfect. I love you."
"So you've said. But if this is just some sort of joke I'm going to be royally-"
"No! No jokes! I'll be back before you can name all my cousins."
With that James raced off to find a hidden spot to apparate. It took a while but he finally found a hidden back-alley, once he was in his flat he rushed to his bedroom to find the little black box sitting on his nightstand right where he had left it. Swearing at himself for his own stupidity, he checked to make sure the ring was inside before turning on his heel and apparating back to Sudsbury.
By the time James returned to the bench where he left his almost fiancée, he was completely winded. While he rested his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath she just shook her head slowly at him.
"I hope you realize you are never going to live this down."
"Yeah." He gasped. "I'm. Completely. Aware. Mrs. Potter."
She raised an eyebrow. "I haven't said yes yet."
James looked up alarmed. "What do you mean?"
"Well you haven't actually asked yet. It was a nice speech, if a little repetitive with all the 'I love yous,' but it ended with an awful cliff-hanger."
James smirked. "Alright, alright. Do you want to see the ring?"
"Wait a moment." She had stood up on the bench and had cocked her head to the side. Then she looked down at him and grinned. "James, listen. The DJ's playing our song."
James listened. Sure enough the song Izzy and he had mutually decided was theirs was playing over the loudspeakers. As he looked up at the beautiful girl in front of him, he felt a familiar tugging at his heart.
"Izzy? Do you think we're ready for this?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled down at him. "Yes. Deep down, I really feel that this is… what's supposed to happen. It's the perfect and undeniably obvious next step."
"So is that a yes?"
"Jamie, this has got to be the worst proposal of all time! You still haven't properly asked yet! I don't think I'm a very picky girl, but there are some things that just need to be done traditionally."
"Oh right." Quickly James knelt on one knee in front of her. And it just felt so right. "Izzy, will you please marry me?"
She burst out laughing and tears shone in her eyes as she stepped down from bench and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Yes, Jamie. I will marry you."
James brought out the ring, it was a thick band with two white gold, diamond studded, strands woven together.
"It's beautiful." She breathed as he slid it on her finger.
Suddenly they were bombarded by applause and cheers. James stood and looked behind his to see a small group of vacationers watching them. He looked back at Izzy - his fiancée! - she was grinning and waving at the people, as though she got attention from strangers every day, which actually wasn't completely false, being Harry Potter's son's girlfriend for so many years.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The crowd began shouting.
James slid his fingers through hers, reveling in the feel of the ring against his hand, and kissed her sweetly. She responded so enthusiastically that he had to wrap his arms around her to keep them balanced.
When they broke apart Izzy declared that they were all invited to the wedding before they continued walking down the boardwalk, arms around each other's waists.
"For a second there." James told her. "I thought the crowd was the Press. I would've hexed the lot of them for discovering our hiding place."
"You don't want to make this public yet?"
"Oh we can go tell them now, I don't care. I just don't want them finding out about Sudsbury."
Izzy giggled then looked extremely thoughtful. "Hey, when are we telling the family?"
James shrugged. "Sunday brunch I suppose. Both our parents know I was asking today."
Slowly an expression he knew all too well took over her face. "Izzy… what are you planning?"
"Depends." She replied. "First, what time is it? Second, how much money are you willing to spend on your new fiancée?"
"Um, it's nearly five and I'm willing to spend a fair amount as long as it's for a good cause."
She grinned. "Excellent! What say you to pranking your entire family, plus my family plus all your friends plus all my friends? A prank they'll still be telling one hundred years from today."
Her eyes glinted mischievously and he knew he was a goner. "What's your plan?"
"Well first we need to go shopping. We can do my things here. I'll just need a few new dresses and probably a couple of hats and at least two pair of shoes along with accessories like jewelry and scarves, of course. We can also pick you up an outfit or two and then we'll have to go to London and get you a new suit and then Diagon Alley for a new set of dress robes."
James quickly did some calculations in his head. "I'm not trying to stingy here but…"
She waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry. Everyone buys new clothes when they get engaged. It's our wedding wardrobe, we'd be doing this anyway, we just need to do this ASAP!"
James sighed. "Okay then, I trust you."
"Excellent. I am so glad I am a quick shopper."
This fact was true. James and Izzy raced through Sudsbury, going from one quaint boutique to the next. She was a whirlwind, demanding and friendly and clear all at the same time. When she entered each establishment she told the employees her exact measurements and told them what she wanted. All James had to do was hold the bags, pay the bills and on one occasion give his opinion on a simple ensemble she had picked out for him. By the time they were done James was certain the entire village of Sudsbury was invited to the wedding.
When they got to the alley to apparate, Izzy slipped the shopping bags into the bottomless purse.
"London, please, Jamie." She declared, wrapping her arms around his waist.
London was easier than Sudsbury. Izzy marched his straight into the shop where he usually bought muggle formalwear, told the attendant his exact measurements off the top of her head, and then they picked out a nice summer suit that looked nice with her new dresses. As they made their way towards the Leakey Cauldron Izzy handed his a cap and pair of sunglasses.
"We're incognito." She explained.
James nodded solemnly. "You're kind of crazy, you know. Brilliant, but completely nutters."
She stuffed her hair into a beanie and put on a huge pair of sunglasses. "You'll understand in just a few moments. We just have to stop by Madame Malkins and then we can enter phase two of the best prank of the century."
"Remind me never to get on your bad side. You were almost scary back there."
"Oh please. That was nothing. Tell an older gentleman that you're marrying your boyfriend of four years and he gets so excited he doesn't even mind that the suit is being rush-ordered. Invite him to the wedding and you get the three pounds off the tie."
"How do you even know my measurements?"
"You forget that I've been attending fancy shindigs for your job for the past few years, Jamie. I pay attention, that's not scary at all."
"You got the entire village of Sudsbury so excited for you impending nuptials they become your fashion slaves."
She sniffed. "Hardly. I paid them all very well for their lovely services, that's not slavery at all. Now shut up, we're here and we're incognito and this is going to be the hardest part."
"Not letting anyone recognize us in Diagon Alley!" She hissed.
"Oh!" James stopped her, reached into his pocket, and removed the invisibility cloak. "Here you go love."
She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Oh lovely! Where would I be without you?"
"Mauled by a werewolf." James replied easily.
Madame Malkin's was the shortest stop of them all. James simply picked a style from the catalogue, let Izzy tell the witch his measurements, and in a few minutes the robes were being stuffed into Izzy's purse.
"Right now, final phase." Izzy told him once they were back on the streets and under the invisibility cloak.
"Are you going to tell me the plan now?" James asked.
"Yes, of course. If you're still for this - keeping in mind that this will be the Prank of the Century. We're going to the Prophet now."
James blinked. "You don't mean…"
"But what's all the clothes for?"
"Think for a minute. Think about what we're doing. Think about what they'll want."
"Damn." James breathed. "That's almost evil."
She bounced on the balls of her feet. "I know! So… are you in?"
"Izzy, I'd be a fool not to be in. This is the Prank of the Century. Oh, our families are going to hate us."
Despite being rather exhausted, James woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He was determined that he and Izzy would have a hearty breakfast before the post-prank chaos ensued. They were halfway through the second course when the Prophet arrived. Izzy grabbed it and opened it eagerly.
"Oh it's positively lovely!" She exclaimed, thrusting the paper at him.
As James had expected they made front page, over the fold, and though he thought Potter Engaged was a rather lame title, he agreed the large photo of them smiling and waving was lovely.
"I think it's fitting the chose that photo." Izzy declared through a mouthful of muffin. "You're in your wizarding robes; I'm wearing the very muggle blue dress. Sort of makes a point of it, that I'm muggle."
"Ooh look." James noted. "There's a spread of full colored engagement photos on page eight. Wow. We look great! Our kids are going to be gorgeous."
Izzy nodded. "Oh look, they included lots of the ones with your dressed in normal clothes. I like that."
"So how long do you think we have?" James asked.
At that moment he heard someone banging on his front door and someone shouting both their names, the racket was punctuated with some colorful expletives.
They shared a look of utter excitement of having successfully pranked at least one person and they raced to the door. It was Fred.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU TWO PRATS!" He exclaimed. "I FIND OUT THROUGH THE PROPHET?! MERLIN'S BALLS YOU TWO ARE AWFUL."
"Oh grow up, Fred." Izzy told him. "It's funny. And you can't act like you weren't expecting it."
Fred glared at them for a minute before wrapping them both in a huge hug. "I am so happy for you both!"
James looked over his cousin's shoulder to see many more of his relatives had shown up. They all looked a bit miffed but mostly they looked pleased.
"I cannot believe you didn't tell me!" Molly shouted as she tackled the three of them.
"It just happened." Izzy protested but by now the entire flat was filled with Weasleys and Potters and pseudo-clanners and her family was there too and they were all squished together in his flat and it didn't seem like anyone had actually read the article that went along with the engagement pictures because everyone was asking how and when it happened and when the wedding was and what their plans were.
That's when the owls started arriving. Letter after letter arrived through the window, then through the fireplace.
"That must be the congratulatory letters." Lily informed him. "Jokes on you now. I predicted all of this you know, the newspaper didn't surprise me one bit. Well, Isabelle's white shoes were a bit of shock. They're rather ugly don't you think?"
James turned to Izzy only to find she wasn't next to him anymore. She was across the room talking animatedly to Charlotte and Uncle Neville. Fortunately his Mum caught his eye and she shouted loudly to get everyone's attention.
"I know we're all excited so how about we move this get-together to the Burrow. There's more room there."
Everyone agreed and the room was filled with the cracking sound of several people apparating at once. Finally the flat was empty again and Izzy came over to James and kissed him before looping her arm through his.
"I think we surprised them." She said with a grin.
"I think you're right." He chuckled and batted away a stray letter. "So what do you say? Ready to face the madness?"
"It's the good kind of madness though. We're celebrating. Because we're getting married."
"That we are."
A/N: So that's a wrap! I hope you enjoyed this story, I certainly did! I'm debating whether or not to go back and do some final edits. On the one hand most of the early chapters make me cringe, on the other hand they reflect my writing from a year ago which might be nice to keep around. If I do edit though it'll be at random intervals, as its not priority at all right now.
If you want more from me you can visit me on tumblr (gwencthompson) or you can wait around for my next project. I will warn you it'll be a while before I upload another story, I'm going to write out my next story completely, send it to me betas, edit it and only post it when it's complete. The upside to that will be twice weekly updates and less stress for me though, so that's nice.
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