On December 11th a great witch was brought into the magical world. Just how great would be inconceivable to Michael and Rebbeca McKinnon. Following her brother Marc, Marlene was the first girl to be born to the McKinnon name in promptly three generations. Marlene was a lucky child, born into a wealthy pureblooded family; it was safe to assume that Marlene lived a comfortable life as she grew up. She spent most of her childhood on a broom with her brother and his friends, one being a boy her age, his name was James Potter. The Potters and the McKinnons lived next door to each other, making the two close. While normal girls were playing dollies and house, Marlene was playing Qudditch and backyard explorer with her brother and James.
At five years old Marlene overheard her parents and the Potter's discussing how they believed their children would be married within a few years after they turned seventeen. At this Marlene picked up her brothers beater bat, walked into the other room and broke James's nose. The very premature wedding was called off promptly.
At seven Marlene began showing signs of magic. Cookies were brought down low enough for her to reach, the raido would change to the station she wanted to hear, her brothers broom brought down out of his room and into her hands. At this Michael and Rebecca sat their daughter down. Of course, Marlene knew about magic before, but now she learned of Hogwats. The place she would attend to learn how to control and manipulate her magic. To Marlene the years could not go by fast enough.
Marc was a year older than his younger sister, which meant that he got to go to Hogwarts before her. He would write home to Marlene, telling her of the four houses, his lessons, and his professors. Needless to say, Marlene was thrilled the following year when she and James were on the train on the way to school with Marc. "James!" The curly blonde exclaimed. At this the hazel eyed boy pushed his glass farther up his nose to look up at her, "What Marley?" he questioned her with slight annoyance that he had to stop playing wizards chess with Marc. "Where do you think we'll be sorted?" She asked him. Her father had been a Gryffindor, her mother a Slytherin. Marc had been sorted into Ravenclaw. For Marlene she felt anything was up for grabs. James blinked at her, as though the answer was obvious, "That's easy I'll be in Gryffindor… just like my dad."
"McKinnon, Marlene!" The witch said, looking down her spectacles on her nose at the children in front of her. Marlene stepped out, her heart pounding in her ears. She wiggled herself on to the stool, felt the sorting hat touch her head and with that she could see nothing but the inside of the brim. It took the hat two minutes to decide her house; it battled aloud between Gryffindor and Slytherin. However, Marlene was enthused when it bellowed out "GRYFFINDOR." Marlene leaped of the stool to sit at her table, sitting by a red head who introduced herself as Lily Evans. Later that night she found out that she would be sharing a dorm with her, a girl named Mary MacDonald and another girl named Alice Fortescue.
The rest of Marlene's years seemed to go by uneventful and slow. She made the Seeker on the Qudditch team her fourth year and continued to do so her fifth and sixth years. She became close to all three of her dormmates. She remained close to James, who had also made friend with his dormmates. Marlene knew a few things about the three boys James had befriended. Remus Lupin was quiet; she had never seen James befriending him. Peter Pettigrew was an awkward boy that made Marlene rather uncomfortable. And Sirius Black was a pompous arrogant arse.