Written for the 'Ludi Plebeii Event' at 'The Golden Snitch' - Wicked
Written for Poke as part of the ultimate fic exchange challenge. It's a little unique and turned out a little different than I had intended it to be… but I hope you still like it :)
Pairing: LilyMarlene
C.4. Write about a sunset. [Scavenger Hunt]
Phoenix - write about someone escaping death [Greek mythology competition]
Dame#7. Friendship (genre) [Royalty Competition]
Words: 1,102
Disclaimer: The lyrics in bold belong to the Musical Wicked! I just use it for inspiration!
No one ever mourned the wicked so don't feel guilty leaving them
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Good news! She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us
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"Shut…. Shut up… just shut up!" Sirius Black repeats over and over again; desperately trying to block out the voices of the many other prisoners in his neighbor-cells at Azkaban.
There was a short moment of silence and the Animagus moves his hands from his previous position over his ears and folds them on his lap.
Then he looks at the wall and sighs. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven and – nothing.
No matter how often he counts the lines he had engraved into the wall, the result stays the same every time.
Seven days… no more no less. Seven days ago he had been captured and imprisoned in this place of a living hell for a crime he did not commit; the murder of his best friends.
The thing that hurts his heart most is that they all believe it; even Remus.
Sirius knows that he probably has to stay here for the rest of his life and he is already going crazy.
Upon hearing of the Death of James and Lily Potter and Marlene McKinnon, the other prisoners – the ones who did deserve to be here – became even crazier than before (if that is even possible).
Ever since he had taken residence in his current cell, Sirius has to listen to their happy, crazy singing about their deaths'.
"Lily Potter wasn't a wicked witch!" The Animagus shouts through the bars of his cell; his voice was slightly higher than usually, but he blames it on the dementors that fly by every now and then. "Just because contrary to you, the green-eyed witch was talented in magic and gave all of you a run for your money, you have no right to call her wicked! Wonderful, would be more suitable!".
Again, the singing-voices are heard and the dark-curly haired man shakes his head again.
"Besides, you Morons, " he screams, even though he knows that his attempt to teach them something is utterly in vain. "She lived in Godric's Hollow! And since I'm pretty sure that it hasn't changed its location in the last couple of hours, Lily could not have been the 'wicked witch of the west'!"
His only answer are screaming voices, all at the same time so cannot understand it anyways.
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The things one hears these days.
Dreadful things:
Under the surface
Behind the scenes
Only rumors - but still -
Something bad is happening
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Several minutes later he walks over to his small bed and pushes his hand under the matrass, to retrieve the one thing he – at this very moment – cherishes more than anything else in the whole world.
It is a photograph; an old one and muggle, so of course, it isn't moving. It was taken not so long ago... actually right after Lily and James had – in a still friendly and close way – decided to file for divorce after their little son Harry was born.
It wasn't a really shocking surprise, since James had somehow already known that his wife had feelings for her best friend, Marlene. (The matching silvery slippers they had once bought was a big piece of evidence…)
And considering that it was a small wonder in the first place that the attractive, green-eyed witch had decided to go out with the trouble-maker at all, the black haired young man had decided that he would be the gentleman and let his love go.
After all, they all know that love isn't something that can be forced upon someone.
Well, and to be quite honest, the two witches had been madly in love with each other, but people around them were not approving of this kind of relationship. In the rumors the Animagus had heard, all the ones around had called their love dreadful and bad. So Remus, James and Sirius himself helped the two to keep their love a secret.
James – who probably has still been a little bit in love with the green-eyed witch – had instantly agreed to uphold his role as the father of their little son Harry, even though the little boy was already calling Marlene 'Mama'.
Sirius sighs and hides the picture again. After all he doesn't want any of the guards to find the only thing that keeps him from going completely insane.
'Why did they have to die?' Sirius then wonders and feels that once again tears start to form in his eyes.
He glances at the wall again.
Only seven days had passed; and a whole eternity was about to follow. He lays down on his hard bed – if one can even call it bed.
He then closes his eyes and thinks about what could have been.
He lets his thoughts wander back to happier times and tries to take as much positivity from them as possible. After all, he has to spend the rest of his live here. And for that, he needs all the hopeful thoughts he can come up with.
But then again, Sirius cannot quit thinking about his dead friends.
They could have been so happy; all of them actually.
He slides under the thin blanket and covers his now shaking body with it.
But something bad is always happening and in the end… and wicked always wins.
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Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost
Well if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost
I'd sooner buy defying gravity
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"Come on now, love. It's time," the brown haired witch said and put an arm around her lover.
The red-head turned around and her green eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Why - how could did we do something as wicked as this, Marlene?"
Marlene sighed, but she didn't have to think twice about the words she would tell the other witch.
"It was the best thing to do. We had to make the Dark Lord believe he had succeeded in killing us. And little Harry is safe thanks to James' sacrifice. And we saw that Hagrid has taken him. The little boy will probably be spending his entire childhood at Hogwarts."
"But we lied!" Lily cried and the tears were now flowing freely down her pale cheeks. "James is dead and they all think you and me are too!"
Marlene didn't say anything for a moment. She knew that Lily hasn't been fond of the plan of faking their deaths…
"Everyone deserves a chance to change," the brown haired witch finally answered, kissed the green-eyed witch on the cheek and handed her a broom. "And the sooner we leave the grounds, the better."
Throwing one last, symbolical, bucked of water on the last little flame of the ruined house in Grodric's Hollow, the two lovers mounted their brooms and together they left their old lives behind to start anew.
Though, as the two witches were flying towards the setting sun in the west, Marlene had to admit, that Lily's words had some truth in them…
She did really feel a little wicked for leaving all their friends in the dark...
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And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine