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The sound of the Mediterranean Sea against the shore of Italian sand was accompanied by the chime of the seashells strung together from the veranda ceiling blowing in the wind.

Here you two were isolated - away from the war effort in Britain, away from Order missions that always stole Sirius away from you for days. You were together, free to spend time as you pleased on the shores of Italy, in a cozy villa that Sirius' favorite uncle, Alphard, owned.

In all this was a sweet honeymoon - just you two, the Mediterranean Sea and the sun.

For a whole month mornings were lazy, evenings filled with quiet laughter around dinner on the porch of the villa, and late nights in the soft waves of the sea.

Even if the wedding wasn't anything too extravagant - a simple reception with just friends and people who mattered, the honeymoon was perfect.