Author's note: Hello! I've decided to publish a very short one-shot. I was dissatisfied with the lack of information about Marcus Flint's life after Hogwarts, and wanted more. Since I couldn't find anything, I made something up myself.
There are a few things you need to know. Firstly, I say Marcus is born on the 27th of November 1975, meaning he started at Hogwarts at the age of twelve, instead of eleven, or in 1987. That means that with his failing of the 7th year, he finished in 1995, or after Harry's, and the main character's, 4th year, not 3rd year, like in canon. Consequently, Yule Ball for Marcus =D Secondly, there is a person always referred to as 'him'. That is Remus Lupin, and while you would figure out before long, I thought you'd like a nice warning. And he did not die in the last battle. Thirdly, Harry and Draco are married in this fic, and their four children consist of Harry and Ginny's three, according to canon, and Draco's only son. They just had them together here =D Fourthly, someone is referred to as 'her'. That is Marcus' mother, who I have not graced with a name. Fifthly, 'that whore' is Tonks, and 'my half brother' is Teddy Lupin, just to have everything clear. Sixthly, Marcus' father died during his third year, and his mother married again a few years later, which Marcus thinks of as betrayal to his father's memory, and refuses to speak to her, calling her 'her' if he is forced to mention her. And the main character, Mai, calls Lupin 'him' because he married Tonks after Sirius' (her other father's, who is mainly called 'father') death, which shows, if nothing else, that she and Marcus think in almost exactly the same way.
Tuesday, the 21stof June 2011
My name is Marigold Flint. I am married to the Quidditch star, Marcus Flint. Yes, I know. Marigold and Marcus. Haha. Even Mai and Marcus makes some people laugh. Very funny. Haha.
My maiden name was Black. Lupin-Black, actually, but when he betrayed my father's memory, he betrayed me, and I removed the 'Lupin' part. I have not talked to him since. He has a son with that ... that ... whore. My half brother. I do not wish to see him. Ever. I do not even know his name.
McGonagall always said I was more like my uncle, my father's brother, Regulus, than my father. I suppose she was right. My father would have forgiven him. But I will not. He does not deserve my forgiveness, or my father's.
Marcus understands. He feels the same way about her as I about him. I don't miss him, and he doesn't miss her. Our family has not suffered without them.
We have six children, and I am pregnant again. The oldest, Sirius Regulus, called Siri, is twelve. He was born on the 13th of November 1999. The second and third, Achilleus Christopher, called Chris, and Achillea Charlotte, called Lottie, are nine. They were born on the 11th of February 2002. The fourth, Emygdius Jefferson, called Jeff, is seven. He was born on the 3rd of May 2004. The fifth and sixth, Bellona Savannah, called Bella, and Berengari Sophronia, called Sofi, are four. They were born on the 22nd of April 2007. We had decided to call it the quits with six, but accidents happen (I, personally, blame too much firewhisky on our 18th anniversary. Him, of course, not me. I detest alcohol, since father tried to drown his self-hatred and guilt over me and Harry with it during our fifth year). I am just over four months along.
I mentioned father's self-hatred and guilt over me and Harry earlier. He was sentenced to Azkaban, without trial, when I was just barely two years old, and Harry was one and a half. He was innocent, but he believed he had failed both of us, me as his daughter, and Harry as his godson. I can understand why he felt that way, considering Harry was forced to live with his Muggle relatives and I with him, a werewolf, but in the long run we weren't much affected by it. Harry is the only person I keep in contact with from my old Hogwarts house, after the rest of them went berserk because Marcus and I went to the Yule ball together, I settled down permanently in the Slytherin common room. McGonagall was not happy with that turn of events, but I was not willing to stay in Gryffindor Tower with people who thought my boyfriend was some sort of an abomination! It was Dumbledore who said I could stay with the Slytherins, and later father told me Dumbledore had gotten permission from him to allow that. In our fifth year, locked up in Grimmauld, isolated, crowded with unpleasant memories and feeling excluded, he turned to drinking. I have despised alcohol ever since, and while I tolerate Marcus' very limited drinking, I never drink myself. I am rather standoffish towards him while he's intoxicated, too, which I think is the main reason for why he only indulges on special occasions, despite him saying he just doesn't like it too much.
Harry and I grew close during our third year, and in the fourth, father led us together officially as his daughter and his closest thing to a son. We became like siblings then. He is married to Draco Malfoy, and they have four children, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, James Sirius Malfoy, Albus Severus Malfoy and Lily Luna Malfoy. As you can see, Draco was content with naming the first one, leaving the others to Harry. I am their godmother, and Harry's friend Ron their godfather. Harry and Draco are godfathers to our bunch.
I keep myself mostly out of the affairs of the Wizarding World. I had enough of it during the war, and now the only times I appear publically is during events that absolutely require my presence, as Marcus' wife. I prefer staying home, raising our kids and managing our finances and estates with the help of a Gringotts agent, to making myself known on the stage. Few people know that Marcus and I own some part in all businesses in Wizarding Britain, and our 'empire', as Marcus humourously calls it, spreads further with every passing day. That is my work, Marcus has no interest in such things. He prefers his Quidditch career, with the relatively small problems that follow it, in his opinion. If he knew the trouble I go through to make sure every little trip he needs to take because of it flows smoothly, he would be astonished. What that man would be without me, I daren't think.
Author's note #2: All dates mentioned in this fic have special meaning to me. The 21st of June is my brother's birthday, the 13th of November was my great grandmother's (she passed away last month ...), the 11th of February 2002 is my niece's (it fit perfectly here, so I decided to use her full one), the 3rd of May is my father's, and the 22nd of April is my grandmother's. I know that Dumbledore allowing Mai to relocate to the Slytherin common room is not very likely, even with parental consent, but this is the only way I can see that makes it clear how angry Mai was at her housemates' treatment of her boyfriend, and explains her not having contact with anyone but Harry. I hope you enjoyed reading this fic!