i really want to go skiing, which is weird, because it's the middle of summer and i'm at the seaside... i also have Inspector Gadget's theme song stuck in my head...
How does it feel to be now called Marlene Black, huh, Marls? – Sirius
Don't be silly, Black, I'm keeping my maiden name - Marls
WHAT? Why?
Because, darling, Marlene Black? It sounds a bit odd, doesn't it?
Nothing sounds odd if it concerns you, dear ;)
You're a love- sick idiot, you know that?
Well, I do have the most amazing wife in existence.
Really? Who is this "amazing wife"? I simply must meet her.
You should, though I think she'll get hurt if you meet
And why is that?
She'd be going face first into a mirror :D
Oh, Sirius, is that the best you can think of? :D
The only thing I'm thinking of right now is you and a nice sandwich, so put yourself in my position, McKinnon.
Ah, see? McKinnon stays, Black.
Fine
I love you, idiot.
I love you too, freak
The notes stopped there.
Harry Potter was on his knees on the ground in his godfather's bedroom with the notes in one great pile on his lap, and he could think of only one good reason why the lovers had stopped writing to each other: Marlene McKinnon had then been killed by the Death Eaters a few weeks later, while visiting her family in Scotland.
Harry could only imagine the pain his godfather must have felt when he heard the news that his beloved wife had been killed. Harry had felt the same pain so many times; it was second- nature to him to feel it. "And know that, if you die right here, right now, know that I will follow you. Know that I can't even go one day without you next to me."But then why hadn't Sirius followed her immediately? Why hadn't he blasted the killing curse right in his handsome face? He said the last sentence out loud.
'I think he really had wanted to,' said Ginny gently from beside him.
'But then why didn't he?' Harry frowned at the thin, greasy pieces of parchment that contained his godfather's love for his wife in mere words in his lap.
'Grief does something to people, Harry,' said Ginny. She put her hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed it, a lone tear sliding down her freckly cheek. 'I think he was too distraught to think clearly.'
'For seventeen years, though?'
Ginny nodded sadly. 'Yes, Harry. For seventeen years. Sirius lived for seventeen years without his wife whom he had sworn to protect with his life.'
'But then he would not have wanted to live with himself.' It made no sense to Harry. After Sirius had died, fallen through the black veil in the Department of Mysteries, Harry had wanted nothing more than to join Sirius and everyone else. He had not been able to stand the pain, to live with a huge black hole in his soul that reminded him that it had been partly his fault that his godfather had been killed, that his own stupidity and unwillingness to follow Dumbledore's orders had caused the whole incident. Before he could stop it, Harry's green eyes were filled with tears, and two managed to escape, gliding down his face.
'It wasn't his fault,' he said thickly.
'No, it wasn't. Just like it isn't yours that Sirius isn't here anymore, Harry,' Ginny added quietly, taking her husband's hand and clutching it tightly.
Harry nodded briefly and re- read the last sentence Sirius ever wrote to Marlene. 'They really loved each other, didn't they?' he said aloud.
Ginny smiled through her tears. 'Yes, they do.'
Harry noticed the way his wife used the present tense and kissed her fingers fondly. 'At least they're together now. It's what he always wanted.'
'It's what they always wanted,' corrected Ginny, grinning.
'Yeah.' Harry smiled. 'Yeah, it is.'
Wow, you know, this is seriously the first time i finished a fic with chapters... i'm really proud of myself ^^ for those who've been reading and reviewing this, thank you so much, you really helped me! well, review the last chapter? *bats eyelashes* pretty please? thanks! WhatsWithLuna3
