She was a rebel, fire work, one big huge one waiting to explode, she was a whole bundle of them waiting to Burst and pop.
He was an enigma, so complex who only revealed himself to those he trust, he was a rebel there was no other name for it his cigarettes and leather he himself was a reason he was a rebel, because being an outcast was what he did an instead of trying to be what they wanted he rebelled.
She was the sun. Her hair was a dirty blonde but her hair shone brighter than the brightest flame, her eyes, her sweet blue eyes full of joy and compassion of wonder and happiness, full of pain and worry, full of sadness and a love that could never be...
He was handsome nobody denied it his thick black hair, his saddened grey/blue eyes, his proud features, his elegant boyishness, his adorable stupidness(though he was amazingly smart) he was the 'Gryffindor sex god' before he actually had it. He was a player, but he could love and if you were lucky enough to have that love you could only pray you never lost it...
He gave her that love a love like nobody's ever known...
She had that love and she loved him to...
She was his reason...
He was her life...
He was her Black...
She was his McKinnon...
He was her Sirius.
She was his Marlene.
They were each others THEM...
But then he lost his life.
His beautiful life he loved his life he held her to her chest and sobbed into her hair her mangled, dirty blonde hair he held his life there in his hands
But he still had a little life he needed to fight for so that's what he did, he fought death-eaters,
He fought Azkaban but when he fell through the veil he saw his life again and she saw her reason and then they knew they would never part, although he left a little bit of life behind and she left a little bit of reason, they left a whole lot of good an enigma of love and she made them proud because she was happiness to herself and others. She was they're Rebel cause she Rebelled.