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"Come on, Sirius," she crooned. "Let's get you tucked in, and you can sleep it off."

"I'm not that drunk, Lily," he tried to tell her, slurring the L's.

"Mm-hm," she replied. Sirius let her push him onto the couch and tuck a blanket around him, still in his wedding clothes.

"Should we help get him undressed?" James asked, reluctant.

Lily looped a finger through his tie and tugged him towards the door. "You are the only man I'm supposed to be undressing tonight."

He followed. "Be good practice for when we have kids."

She closed the door behind them. "Don't you know there's a war on, Mr. Potter?"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Well I'm pretty sure we're supposed to forget about it tonight." He pulled her into his arms. "In fact, I'm pretty sure it's our solemn duty."