Hey guys! It's Marauders Anonymouss! So, I decided to do a quick little story on Sirius and Marlene based on my previous story If There Was No Voldemort. It will probably be three to four chapters, and each will be quick. So don't worry about it being long-winded.
You don't have to read that story to understand what's going on. It really helps to understand the story though. But if you want to read it, then awesome!
JK Rowling owns everything except the plot.
It had been a long day. My boss yelled at me for not turning in some paperwork, my best friend Lily was complaining to me for four whole bloody hours about how her husband James needed to get off his lazy arse and pick out a godfather already, and I forgot to bring some money with me to buy lunch. That all resulted in me being irritated, angry, and very hungry. I Apparated to my flat afterward, to find that my kitchen sink was piled up with dishes. I audibly groaned. Great. Just great. I really didn't have the energy to clean them, so with a wave of my wand I started cleaning them. I was halfway done with my chore, when I heard my front door open.
"Hello Miss McKinnon, I'm here to—oh my God what are you doing?"
I whipped around so quickly that some of my long hair got into the sink water. What I found was my landlord, looking astounded and, if I might add, a bit afraid.
"Oh hi, Mr. Havern. How's it going?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to block out the self-washing dishes from Mr. Havern's view.
"What…" Mr. Havern said shakily while slowly raising his finger to point at the sink, "on earth…are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"You are a witch." He concluded softly, slowly backing out as if to run away. Before he could escape, I did the most logical thing I could think of. I modified his memory. Nothing too big or elaborate. I just made him think he was coming to collect my rent and I had paid for it for the entire year. Okay, maybe that part was a little big, but whatever. When I was done, he looked a little dazed. Then again, I've never been great at memory modification.
"Mr. Havern?" I asked innocently.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright? You kind of blacked out a little. Are you ill?"
He shook her off and blinked repeatedly, "Uh…I'm fine. You seem different."
I laughed airily and looked at him with confusion, "What do you mean…"
He cut her off, "Something feels…off about you. Something peculiar."
"Mr. Havern, I kindly ask you to please leave right now. You are insulting me."
He stood up slowly and made his way out, "Sorry, do forgive me. I must be running a fever."
I smiled at him coldly, "Obviously."
Once I heard the door shut, I quickly ran to my room, panicking. I pulled out a suitcase and started randomly stuffing all of my clothes into it. I had to get out of there. Not forever, just for a while so that the problem sort of resolves itself by fading out of my landlord's memory.
I got my toiletries from my bathroom and put it in. Once I had all of her belongings, I stepped in the fireplace to Floo away from my flat. I couldn't go to James and Lily's place, because then I would constantly feel like a third wheel.
I suddenly remembered when I got my flat, and when a certain someone helped me set it up. Of course, said person had to try it out by connecting my flat to their house. I quickly grabbed some of the green powder I kept hidden behind a potted plant, said the address, and tried to ignore the wave of nausea I always felt when Flooing. Once I landed, I stepped out of the fireplace, luggage in hand, to see the mentioned individual sitting in the living room, a curious expression on their face. I brushed the soot from my hair and face and turned to the person.
"Hello again, Sirius."
