#Andy Flower on why he’s not bitter about England’s collapse"

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Request: maybe Remus has a little sister who is the flower girl at his wedding (marrying Sirius?)

Sirius’ hands shook as his fingers stumbled over the buttons at his collar.

“Are you nervous, mate?” Ron asked, and with a quick flick of his wand, finished off the rows of open buttons trailing down Black’s chest.

“Thanks.” Sirius breathed, and then scrubbed a hand over his face, the stark light of the dressing room illuminating his cheekbones with a shiny pallor. “Nah. Me? Nervous? Course not… Just worried it’ll be even worse than the first time.”

“Wait… what happened the first time?” One Of the boys, he thinks maybe one of Harry’s, chimes in from where he’s allowing Arthur to polish his shoes via magical grease.

Sirius barks out a brisk laugh, thinking back to the day. They’d never thought of getting married, not really. Being together after everything was enough for them. They’d survived his family’s prejudices, lycanthropy, becoming animagi as children, the Prank, Hogwarts, and were on their way to fight a bloody war, and still their fondness of each other never faltered. That was enough for them, he’d thought. They didn’t need rings or declarations or charmed wedding cake toppers at that. But then Lily and James had gotten engaged, and they’d each done their fair share planning the slapdash wedding, no matter how small-scale. And as they all shed tears that day which felt a bit more anxious than happy, the mood overall was too “This life is semi-permanent” rather than “this love will last forever” and seeing Moony preen over a slice of chocolate wedding cake (one layer especially made for him by the Potter’s overly fond house elf) and knowing they might not have each other forever, Sirius suddenly wanted this. Wanted just one moment of time that could be theirs forever, link them together once more in case the other ties that bound their hearts frayed and tethers were torn apart.

So following the Potter’s frantic summer wedding, Remus and Sirius had their own, even more thrown together and hasty. Lily was fuming of course because “of all the stupid and daft ideas” they had to go wanting an autumn wedding literal weeks before she gave birth? She still helped them plan it all anyways. It was a rather small affair, held in the field outside one of the Order’s safehouses.

Their friends from the Order, those alive anyways, all attended, as did Dumbledore, which was odd because of all the things they’d never have figured, it would be their former headmaster in support of their union while danger lurked and there was a battle to be won. They’d all supposed he just enjoyed a good party that much until Minerva had found all those letters he’d written to Grindlewald as a boy, sealed within a compartment of his desk, and realized why it was so important to him. The Blacks were not informed of the occasion, partly because many of them were Deatheaters, but mostly because Sirius would rather vomit out his own organs than see any of them again, besides Andy, but it was too rushed for her and Ted to come.

Remus wore a lovely suit sewn for him by Molly Prewitt out of his dad’s old wedding attire, and Sirius wore Fleamont’s best dress robes, as he didn’t quite think he could squeeze into the tiny Hope Howell’s decadent white gown (although he did try). Only Lyall himself was in attendance, looking aged and rather small in his chair, Remus’ mother having died while they were finishing school. And Remus’ young sister, just nearly six years old by that time.

She’d been quite the surprise, born in the winter of their third year just before hols. A thirteen year old Remus hadn’t even know his mother was pregnant, he got a letter by owl the week before their vacation began revealing all to him so as to avoid total shock upon his arrival back to the family home, which was, at the time somewhere in Northern England. They’d had to move for much of his childhood to avoid suspicion, but once he began at Hogwarts, his parents were able to be stationary for much longer with him gone most of the year. But after what had happened, his father’s guilt and the rift it drove between his parents, not to mention his mother’s hesitance to let her only son go off to wizard school and the overall taxation of having a lycanthropic son would all be things he would have assumed would have prevented any further offspring. But then, there she was in his arms that Christmas morning, little baby Rudina.

Moony wasn’t much for children, Sirius recalled. He was too worried he’d drop them or hurt them, and the fact that he spent most of his own time as one in pain and hiding rather than around other kids made him awkward about how to interact. But, damn, if he didn’t love Rudie. She walked down the aisle at their wedding, shrugging around in the garishly poofy white… thing… Marlene had stuffed her in, trying to precisely toss out exactly 4 petals each time her hand dipped into the basket of tiny star jasmine. She had her mother’s wispy hair, the same goldenrod hue as her brother, and like him her skin had a bronze undertone, but rather than being littered with scars, it was blessedly (in Moony’s opinion, since Sirius loved every scar because it was part of him) sprinkled with hundreds of freckles. Her gap toothed grin beamed up at her adored sibling as she scattered petals down the makeshift aisle, before Sirius approached, lead by James as they both tried not to think about how Fleamont hadn’t done this for either of them.

The ceremony was short, Dumbledore spoke the words to marry them. Of course, their marriage was in spirit only; registered werewolves were forbidden from spousal unions, and even if they weren’t, Moony’s match would have had to be a woman to be recognized under Ministry laws. But it had been a good day, despite the rushed cobbling together of everything, the absence of so many loved ones, the way Sirius had felt Remus’ grip on his wrist tighten to the point of discomfort as he slid on the silver band engraved with tiny stars.

“What didn’t go wrong, honestly…” Sirius joked in reply to the boy, whom he now realized was Teddy himself, his stepson. And it was true… They went straight back after that one night. No honeymoon period did soldiers get, and sleeping side by side in the same bed they’d shared since leaving school in their dingy London flat, it almost felt like he’d dreamed the entire affair. In truth, Remus had been acting strange for a while, and it seemed as though having the ring encircling one finger served as a constant reminder of the bond he was betraying; he was coarse and irritable from then on.

Harry was born, and Sirius and Remus were both swept up in that joy for such a short time before Dumbledore appeared in their fireplace with grim tidings of a prophecy, and the Potters went into hiding. Acting as Secret-Keeper and saving James from his incessant restlessness and terror consumed so much of his time, but being honest Sirius didn’t mind as it kept him from pondering well into many a sleepless night where his husband was going off to in secret, and why he’d heard tellings that the “Lupin boy” had finally gone round to the dark side. When he did return, climbing beneath the covers with all the silence of the weight settled between them, Sirius bit his lip until it bled, trying to ignore the foreign scent of smoke and wood and musk which lingered in his lover’s hair, in the lines on his skin, and forbid himself to think it was that of Fenrir Greyback or some other such devil.

Handing his duty over to Pete, who was ever more elusive following his role as groomsman, he had no reason to leave the house. He went out into Muggle London when he could force himself to leave his bed. The whole world seemed awash in runny slate greys and deep blue. He got tattoos… a lot of them, just to feel something, and worked on his bike. But not even hands covered in violet bruises and engine grease couldn’t entice a hold, and his rows with Remus grew in increasing frequency, although after a while his responses became automatic, and within he only felt lost and tired. His brother died, he saw the obit in the Prophet. There was probably a funeral… he wasn’t invited. He spent the entire day after he found out on the Tonk’s couch, while his young cousin petted and braided ribbons into his unkept locks.

One morning in spring, Rudie began showing signs of magic. She knocked a stack of books off the shelf in her father’s study from the kitchenette. Lyall called Remus right away, because directly after the little girl had collapsed. Rudie had always been a frail child; she’d come a bit early but St. Mungo’s had given their all into saving both her and the mother from harm, though her birth weakened Hope considerably… and a few short years later, nearing the Marauders final terms, she’d succumbed to cancer and left her two cariads behind. Now it seemed the strain magic had on her slight frame was too much, and she took to bed often, where sometimes pillows would fluff themselves, or handkerchiefs would fly above her sweating head of their own accord. That simmering summer brought a fresh wave of the dragon pox which had robbed James and Sirius of the two people besides their merry band of four they’d loved the most, and when it dissipated with the first crisp bite of chilly weather, Moony was an only child again. And thus the tendrils of unexpected sunshine that had beamed into his life crept beneath the cooling soil, and he was left with only the bitter embrace of the moon.

They spent much more time with Andromeda, Sirius to have some sort of mourning with his family, for his family, and Remus because he suddenly took new joy in playing and babysitting little Nymphadora, whose spunky, gaptoothed grin reminded him of Rudie’s.

Then came that fateful Halloween. And they’d buried their two best friends, begrudging trust keeping them just close enough to each hold onto infant Harry. Neither of them knew what they were doing. Even less so when Sirius knew he had to find Peter, or Remus and Harry would never be safe. When he did, it all fell to shit. Sirius lost control, and Peter was gone. Sirius met the eyes of his former headmaster as he was lead away to Azkaban, Remus shouting at the Aurors both for his release and for Harry, who was being pried from his “unfit” parental grip. Despite his high seat of power, and his knowledge of their arrangement, the only thing Sirius found in his shifting gaze was a cool acceptance which sent shivers down to his bones. In that moment he had lost all hope, and some days he couldn’t scrounge up one happy though from his cavernous skull, and had to settle for twisting the silver band round his bony knuckles so often a red ring bloomed across his blueing flesh.

Escape, freedom, a war. He returned to find Remus a broken man who dared not look him in the eyes and an empty house full of ghosts. Harry was alright, he’d ended up back with Lupin after a stint round his dreadful muggle family’s, and later a short while with Andromeda, as she was his godfather’s blood. Sirius was glad of that at least. The Dark Lord returned and was defeated. Black found Nymphadora and Remus had grown very close in his absence, a camaraderie he soon fell in step alongside after he’d wept for hours one silent night on the stairs of Grimmauld Place in his Moony’s arms, and they’d finally become the two of them again. Remus never wanted to let go of him, or have Sirius be from his sight. He’d cut his hair, just some, healed his wounds, silenced every whimper in the night with soft words and softer lips against his brow.

Tonks, as his cousin was now called, mothered him much too well for his liking, the impish grin she wore paired with her bossy jabs at him to eat. She was young, but comfortable in herself. Turned out she was like him, a family shame in more ways than one, but most especially for fancying fillies. Yet as the war grew worse and worse, she struggled with the thought that she would give up everything to its gapping maw and vanish unfulfilled. She wanted something to leave behind, a legacy beyond remnants of a cheeky greeting in young Potter’s ears and flashes of bubblegum hair tucked behind her hooped ears. She pestered Remus constantly, as he and Sirius were the only men she felt comfortable with, and both Black sheep rather wanted to end the traditional incestuous liaisons so common within their Most Noble House.

Eventually, he conceded, if only because Harry wouldn’t be young forever, and he’d found himself rather taken with fatherhood once he’d begun it. And thus, Teddy was born, with the aid of a little Mungo magic, of course. It was a rather odd arrangement if one overthought it, but then again, so much of their lives had seemed impossible. The blue haired bundle was a light in the coming darkness, and when it had passed, Sirius thought for once he might have that proper family he’d promised his godson.

And then the changing tide brought new tidings once again. The Ministry finally found a change of spell-encircled heart: The Registry was overturned, the records erased, and unions were now recognized between Muggles and Wizards of any gender, so long as they were within legal age. And thus, in their 50s, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin did one more ridiculous thing… They got married for a second time. Moony’s hair was nearly all grey now, but Padfoot had proudly retained all his ebony locks, save for one or two “distinguished” silver strands at his browline.

“Aw, don’t worry, Uncle Pads.” said Al from his spot by the long mirror, currently chanting out compliments to any who stopped to fix a stray hair or adjust a bow tie. “If ‘twere really that bad, it cant be any worse now!”

“And plus, it’s official this time!” Said Fred the Second as he tied a shoelace, and was met with a chorus of “Yea, Freddy two!” from the men in the room. Hugo made an affirmative noise, then told his cousin to stop trying to make “Fred the Second” an established nickname because it was pompous and dumb. Al and his brother laughed, chins ducked to pin on boutonnieres.

“Nah.” Sirius murmured, as they all prepared to exit, this wonderful family they’d amassed from nothing, and greet a hall full of many more important people in attendance this second time round, like Minnie at last, and the Tonks, Hagrid, Poppy, who’d always known when they were back at school because no normal “friend” spent that many nights sneaking into those uncomfortable cots in her hospital wing, nor had to be woken up tangled carefully together with the injured limbs of a still sleeping werewolf to be ushered off the morning Potions every time. Many were absent too… but this was finally their moment. No fear, or secrecy. It wasn’t a do over… it wasn’t their happy ending. It was a grateful, overjoyed beginning. Sirius pushed open the doors, Harry’s arm looped through his own, and broke out into a grin the moment Remus turned to meet his eyes, gasping out, “Pads,” as though he were seeing him with new eyes.

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Andy Flower on why he’s not bitter about England’s collapse

Andy Flower thinks about how one of the largest of all English teams fell apart spectacularly, amid bitterness and bitterness after scaling the heights like a few others.

& # 39; It is important to remember the good times, but our performance is undoubtedly diminished by the way it all ended up & # 39 ;, says the most successful coach in the history of [[crem England . ] & # 39; I regret that it has negatively impacted the lives of important people & # 39 ;, Flower says. & # 39; People I respect. Kevin Pietersen himself, Alastair Cook, Paul Downton and myself had quite a hard time in the beginning of 2014. I hope this film will be part of the healing process.

& # 39; This film & # 39; is the Edge, a beautiful.

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Central to the state of Bloem, who were the coach of early 2009 friend Peter Moores took over and joined A

The Edge celebrates that team, but it is far from a simple chronicle of the achievements that brought them three Ashes successes under Flower, including the legendary triumph in Australia in 2010- 11 with Strauss and a World Twenty20 title in Barbados.

This is a lot to look at the huge demands placed on athletes and the human sacrifices they have to make to reach and

It is crucial that it focuses on mental health problems d can be the very real consequences of success, with particular emphasis on the problems of Jonathan Trott.

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Flower shakes hands with Andrew Strauss (right) after winning the series in Australia in 2011

& # 39; I am incredibly proud of what we have achieved as a group in those five years & # 39 ;, Flower now tells Sportsmail.

& # 39; We started on a low basis when Peter lost a lot of time, but I worked with many other good captains, employees and players, his job as a coach and KP lost the lead r That was a difficult time. But it was also a good thing to come in and start over, even though there was still luggage in the dressing room. And beaten up in Jamaica, acted as a catalyst because it enabled us to draw a line under the past and say, "Good, it's not going well at the camp. What are we going to do about it"

& # 39; I have watched the film with my two youngest children, aged 16 and 18, and they are really into sports. They were very skeptical after the first five minutes, but at the end they had enjoyed the story, the humor and the personal struggles that it emphasized.

& # 39; I think I saw the film like that. It has clearly evoked strong memories and emotions for me. It certainly caused a tear in my eyes. "

The sporting tragedy of the Strauss, Pietersen, Matt Prior, Graeme Swann, Jonathan Trott team and that is what they are now remembered for, the flower says their performance was reduced by the 5-0 Ashes – defeat in 2013-14 that led to the resignation of the coach and the elimination of Pietersen.

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The England team sprays champagne while celebrating ashes have won at the oval in 2013

Flower is now a Lions coach and supervises the next generation of England.

& # 39; Of course I regret the way it ended up & # 39 ;, Flower says. & # 39; No one is perfect and I am certainly no different. I made mistakes. I'm not sure how clearly I saw things after the fatigue of the back-to-back Ashes series. That is why my influence was not as healthy as it should have been. The whole situation should have been handled better and I accept responsibility for my share in it.

& # 39; But time can heal. I have had certain things in my work and private life that feel devastating and happy, and after a while the pain fades away.

Flower praises the director of the film, Barney Douglas, who at that time had the dressing room access as the ECB's digital editor. & # 39; Barney Douglas tells a good story and he tells it in a positive and humane way. He was friends with a number of players and staff members and has insight into the group and an empathy with the situation that most people don't have. "

Most of the controversy, of course, concerned Pietersen and his tense relationship with teammates such as Cook, Prior, Swann and Stuart Broad.

Pietersen is expected to continue his criticism in an upcoming documentary about his career on Sky.

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Flower and his coaching staff look dejected t after their 5-0 series defeat in Australia

Strauss, the subject of the texts sent by Pietersen to South African opponents who led him to be suspended in 2012, said last week that he had planned a round of golf with his predecessor as captain to try and solve the situation. Now Flower is just as generous.

& # 39; The fallout at the end of that was, mainly around Kevin and his book, was tough for the people involved, but I wish him all the best. I hope that Kevin and his family are happy and that his future career is successful.

& # 39; I have always been very open to shake hands with Kevin and have a drink with him. It is Kevin's choice whether he wants to move in the same way. I would like to see the whole team come together again. Life is too precious and short to carry bitterness around. I feel a lot of respect for all the people I have interacted with at the time. "

The words of Flower are at odds with his reputation as a disciplinary and hard teacher. In The Edge, several players talk about their concerns when Flower & # 39; s name flashed on their phone. And Steven Finn says: & # 39; When Andy looks into your eyes, he looks into your soul & # 39;

Flower bug with the image.

& # 39; When I heard reflections, I giggled a little bit, but it's obvious I want people, & he says. & # 39; A leader doesn't have to draw a line or hold on to the respect of the people around them, but I didn't want it respect changed to fear.

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The largest part of the controversy concerned Kevin Pietersen and his relationship with team-

& # 39; Those bunch of cricket players are really great young men and we have shared some fantastic experiences together. Some are too, so we also have a lot of fun and professional and personal satisfaction. & # 39;

Is he also misunderstood? & # 39; Possibly & # 39 ;, Flower says. & # 39; That might be the case, certainly image-wise. But in high-profile positions you have to take the rough with the flexible side.

& # 39; There are elements of truth in the image that we are super-controlled and well-drilled.

& # 39; I wanted the players to enjoy how happy they were to travel the world, share experiences with their friends, play against the best in the world, push their limits and push their test capacities and really enjoy them. "

Flower has greatly enjoyed how the new England won the world championship." It was an amazing day. We've had a Lions group lucky enough to see the climax in the Canterbury locker room, share a drink and shout, scream and shiver like normal English cricket fans.

I think this will be the catalyst for increased energy generation in the game. I can't see how it might not be. It was such a flagship for the game worldwide, but especially in England. Sky was not only generous to share with free-to-air television, but also showed great foresight and wisdom. They have been excellent partners for English cricket.

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England Lion coach Bloem looks ahead of their match against Australia A last week

& # 39; And it was wonderful to see how the coaching and scientific staff enjoy the festivities at Lord & # 39 ; s shared.

Flower's legacy, as much as anything, is the dominance of England in the Ashes series at home and next week they will begin their attempt to & # 39;

& # 39; Australia has a few excellent batsmen, but it is the bowling that really stands out for me. ”Mitchell Starc is a competition winner, then Josh Hazl. ewood, James Pattinson, Pat Cummins and Nathan Lyon all excellent operators. If the ball is somewhat dominant, it can make a fascinating cricket.

& # 39; It will also be fascinating to view Jason Roy, if selected, at the top of the order. If you can show the same kind of defense balance and combine it with the timing and power it showed in the Edgbaston semi-final, then it's a fantastic cricket to see. & # 39;

Flower feels the good times will continue to come & # 39; A lot of talent comes through because we have so many resources in this country. .

I'm a little bit of a crossroads that wonders how my working life should go, "he reveals. & # 39; I need to pay more attention to that.

& # 39; I am 51 years old and I am not entirely sure in which direction my life will go in the coming years. We will see. "

In those years, this hugely important figure in English cricket did not always have the praise that the world of England was falling apart. But the Edge has a happy ending and so the England of Flower must be remembered.

l The Edge is now in cinemas and is available on DVD and digital download

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