The Fifth Marauder

12{Wedding Crashers}

Reagan was able to get back on her feet the next day, just in time to help everyone get Fleur and Bill's wedding ready. At a little over three months, a baby bump was only just starting to show. Sirius wasn't happy that she was bustling about the house after what happened yesterday, and spent most of the day fussing over her, making sure she and the baby were fine.

"Don't pregnant women need to put their feet up? Why don't you - "

Reagan laughed, cutting her fiancée off. "Sirius! I promise you, I'm fine. If I wasn't, I'd still be in bed. Now why don't you help the guys pitch the tent?"

Sirius' shoulders slouched as he smiled softly at his wife-to-be. "You're sure? I wouldn't mind carrying y-"

"Sirius!" Reagan exclaimed, chuckling. "I'm fine! Go!"

He grinned impishly at her, swooping down to give her a quick, loving kiss. He pulled away, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear before walking out the back door towards the lawn, where the tent was ready to be raised.

Reagan still had a slight blush painted delicately across her cheeks as she made her way up to Fleur's room.

"How's everything coming along?" She asked, walking in and closing the door behind her.

"Perfectly! It's time for the makeup!" Fleur said, practically glowing already.

Ginny and Hermione were beside her, fawning over the beautiful dress laid out on the bed. It reminded Reagan of a swan.

"Here, let me," Reagan said, gently taking the makeup case from Fleur's hand.

"I learned how from a friend back in my Hogwarts days. Last I saw of her, she was doing it professionally," she added, noticing Fleur's unsure face.

A grin soon spread across the bride's face. "That'd be lovely. Thank you!"

The next half-hour was solely spent on Fleur's makeup. Foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, filling in her eyebrows, plucking her eyebrows. It took longer than Reagan first thought it would, but the end result was stunning. The French girl looked as is she belonged on the cover of that muggle magazine - Vogue.

"Voilà!" Reagan sang, allowing Fleur to turn and face the mirror.

She gaped at herself, Ginny and Hermione gasping.

"Reagan! I look...I look amazing! Like a completely different person! Thank you!" Fleur said, grabbing the older woman in a hug, gently though, conscious of the baby.

"It was nothing, really. The last time I did someone's makeup was Lily on her wedding day," Reagan told her, smiling softly.

"Wow," Hermione whispered, Ginny nodding in silent agreement with her.

"Alright!" Reagan clapped her hands. "Let's do your hair!"

•••

Sirius was outside with the men in the house, Fred, George, Arthur, Bill, Remus, Harry, Ron. Molly was in the kitchen cooking - something delicious from what they could smell wafting through the open window.

The guys were setting up tables and chairs, hanging lanterns from the beams in the tent.

"So," Remus said, nudging Sirius' arm with his elbow, a grin on his face. "I hear you're going to be a father?"

A wide grin broke out on Sirius' face. "I'm so excited, Remus. But I'm a little nervous as well," a worried look wiped the grin off his face. "A kid in the middle of this war...and not to mention - what if I'm a bad father? What if the kid hates me? What it's a girl - I don't know how to raise girls!"