“What is GOD’S name is he WEARING--is that a dress?!” Petunia flipped through the photos Lily had sent her of the wedding. “Why are all the men wearing dresses? This is disgusting.” She threw the photos on the ground, her husband muttering under his breath about ‘those damn weirdos.’

Once her husband vacated his armchair to tend to his growling stomach, Petunia leaned over to pick the photos up, her eyes widening at the sight of her sister.

Lily.

Married.

She was now Lily Potter.

However ridiculous that James looked in his dress, Petunia thought her sister looked beautiful.