Lily was overwhelmed in a good way, despite the lingering niggling thought at the back of her mind that she chalked up to the aftertaste of James working through her mind. "You're welcome to do so, anyway," she replied, voice thick as she swallowed back her own lump. This was why she needed to do this. Sure, there were absolutely going to be bad memories but there were beautiful memories, too, and she was mentally resolved that she'd take a thousand horrible memories over never remembering things like Harry's first cries. Those kinds of memories were worth any price she had to pay.
Rocking forward on the balls of her feet, Lily pressed her lips to her husband's and smiled. "Did I ever tell you that I never forgot our song? I didn't know it was ours but it was always special to me. I used to hum it all the time. I never forgot it." Maybe it was a tribute to the fact that she'd never forgotten the love they'd shared and still shared despite the fact that her repressed memories had made that love detached from the object of her desires. The Lestranges could do whatever they wanted to her but they could never destroy love nor fabricate it. And all they'd done was make them all stronger—her bond with Sirius was iron clad and now that they'd found their family again, none of them seemed to ever want to let go.
As she rested her forehead against his chin and reveled in the memory they'd resurfaced, she played at the niggling thought much like one would play at food stuck between two teeth. She could see Hestia in her mind's eye, reading her toast to the newlyweds. Sirius was cracking jokes about how much James and Lily had clashed in school. And then she was dancing with Remus who, she was starting to remember, had given her dancing lessons for the wedding. She could taste the cake and the champagne. She could smell the calla lilies, her favorite. And then she was remembering the ceremony itself. Each note of the music as it floated on wings of wind, each sniffle of her mother in the front row. She could see that look on James' face, the one that told her he was going to love her forever and that she was going to be safe so long as she was with him. She could feel her dress' movements as she took each step toward him, the warmth of his father's arm around hers.
... His father.
She latched onto the niggling thought as it freed itself from the back of her mind. "Why did your father walk me down the aisle?" she asked, brow furrowing.