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Harry slowly lowered the photograph and seemed a little lost for words. He nodded slowly, turning to Lupin who smiled sheepishly.

"You went back to Anna Lovett?"

Lupin grimaced. "Not exactly, no. Besides, I told you she married Mulciber and she hadn't then. She married not long after your parents did. Needless to say, we didn't get invites."

Sirius snorted. "You say that as if we wanted one."

Harry smiled faintly and pulled the next photograph out, angling it towards Lupin who nodded and smiled.

"That was your living room," said Lupin watching Harry's nose wrinkle in distaste. "What, you don't like it?"

"It's very…orange."

Sirius laughed. "That was exactly what I said."

1979

"Where's Peter?" Lupin asked, accepting the Butterbeer and taking a seat in the burnt orange armchair, an unfortunate choice as it was the exact shade of his jumper.

James sniggered at the sight of him. "You look like a floating head in that chair. To answer your question, I didn't really consider Peter."

Lupin nodded slowly. In truth, he couldn't imagine Peter's speech either. "I left Sirius to his own devices. He said he wanted to bring the bike and there's no way in hell I'm getting on it again, not after last time."

James shrugged and smiled slightly guiltily. "It was a good gag."

"It made me feel gay."

The roar of the handcrafted V8 engine silenced them, putting their mock argument on hold as James headed into the kitchen for a second Butterbeer.

The door flung open and true to form, Sirius Black had still not removed his helmet.

"Oh very flash," said Lupin, standing and strolling towards his friend, one eyebrow raised. "Some people might be intimidated by the prospect of imitating such an icon but you've pulled off Darth Vader really well."

The helmet was yanked off so that Lupin could get the full benefit of the smarmy smile beneath it. Sirius flicked his hair out and ran a hand through it.

"I don't know why you won't come with me," said Sirius, making himself at home in the armchair Lupin had vacated. "It was tremendous fun."

"I'm sure it was," agreed Lupin. "It also made you half an hour late."

James certainly looked less troubled as he re-entered, handing a half full bottle to Sirius.

"You've been drinking this."

"I know," replied James, opening another bottle and taking a swig from it. "Maybe next time you'll get here before Remus and I can let that happen."

Sirius rolled his eyes but accepted this punishment. "So, we've been called here like the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen because…?"

James grinned. "Because I thought I couldn't put off choosing any longer. You need to work on the speech and stuff so…"

"Just hurry up!"

Lupin, by far the more patient of the two, clicked his tongue and smiled at James. "And?"

"And I've taken a lot of things into account," answered James. "I thought about the planning of my party and the speech and who I would trust with the rings. Obviously, no-one throws a party like Sirius and at the same time, I do not want my stag night to end with a prison sentence."

Sirius shrugged. "Fair enough."

"But the choice was taken from me by Lily so I was wondering, Sirius, if you'd be my best man?"

Sirius leapt from the chair and wrapped his arm around James' neck. "Hell yes! Besides, Remus and I have already planned your stag night. We're going to Amsterdam, aren't we, Loops?"

Lupin nodded, standing and shaking Sirius' hand. "Yep, it'll be a long night. Sex and drugs and sausage rolls. My mum's making them for the journey. I don't think she understands Apparation. In the end, it was easier to just let her get on with it. She's insisted I bring a trifle to your wedding too so I thought we could have that before we go to the church."

James laughed and nodded. "I can never say no to your mother's food, you know that."

"I wouldn't say no to his mother either."

Lupin's death glare soon silenced Sirius.

"Anyway, anyway, anyway," said James, biting back his laughter through fear of Lupin's legendary temper. "Lily wants to see you in the kitchen; something about giving her away. I don't care who you give her to but bring her back by June, won't you?"

For possibly the first time in his life, Remus Lupin was speechless. He slowly smiled and pulled out his camera.

"Come on," he said, ushering his two friends closer so they would fit in the frame. "I want a decent picture."

Sirius laughed, dragging James into the centre of focus. His grin spread almost ear to ear. James, too used to Lupin's quirks and the subject of far too many pictures for his liking, faked vague annoyance.

CLICK!

Lupin waved the Polaroid photograph and blew on it, smirking at James.

"You don't look pissed off at all. You're waving."

"I'm not pissed off," James assured him. "You wouldn't be you without your camera."

Lupin laughed. "I'll build up one hell of a collection. You'll be dead before I give this camera up."

James laughed. "We'll be eighty-three and he'll be demanding pictures of our dentures."

"You wish! I've got far more important things to be capturing than your false teeth, thank you very much."

James stared open mouthed. "What could be more interesting than my teeth?"

Sirius smirked. "Your hair? Let's hope the kids don't inherit it, eh, Moony? I can't wait until you go grey, James. Your hair really will look like an abused mop then, won't it?"

"I'll turn you into an abused mop if you carry on!"

Sirius grinned. "You realise that this is all going in my speech, don't you? I need a few embarrassing anecdotes. OUCH!"

CLICK!