Written for Newt's suitcase challenge (Occamy – word (silver)) and national princess day challenge (Xena - Xena Warrior Princess - Write about a woman that can take care of herself.) on Hogwarts forum.
I'm not JKR
Marlene was a true Gryffindor.
If she saw a tiny first year, scared out of their wits, being bullied by someone older, or even of the same age, she'd step in. She was hilarious and sarcastic and bold. If she went to a party and was wearing a low top and short skirt and someone tried to make a move on her, well that guy better move fast if he didn't want to get punched in the nose.
If Marlene was walking with Sirius, and Regulus and his dark side pals came up and started taunting him, Marlene was the one to hold Sirius back while simultaneously hexing the young Death Eaters so bad they wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
If some stuck up pureblood called Mary a mudblood, they'd better watch out. Marlene wasn't about to let them get away with hurting her sweet, shy Mary. If someone called Lily a mudblood, Marlene knew to stand back or else get hexed along with every other mildly bigoted thing within a mile.
When she was fighting for the Order of the Phoenix, she faced the Death Eaters, taking them out in her combat boots and jeans and Sirius's leather jacket because he gave it to her for luck when she left alone on a mission.
She hexed and cursed and stunned and punched, whirling around in a swirl of energy and power and anger because she wasn't about to stand back and watch these prats hurt her friends.
She chose Lily's silver accented wedding gown and when an unexpected Death Eater dropped in for a visit, she tossed him out the window before he could muss it. Because James and Lily deserved to be happy in the midst of the war and she wasn't going to let some rogue idiot mess that up.
And when she went on her last solo mission, she had hugged Lily and James and Remus and Pete and Hestia and Mary and kissed Sirius long and hard and held little baby Harry one last time.
As she stood, hiding behind a tree by the Death Eater's new camp, she remembered the thousands, millions, of laughs by the common room fireplace, hugging Lily and helping Mary, kissing Sirius and teasing James. She remembered when they graduated and when Lily got married, when Harry was born.
And when she was dragged out from behind the tree, and she dueled for her life with the Death Eaters, and when Voldemort finally showed up and said the two words that would end her life, all she thought was that this was for Lily. This was for Mary. This was for Harry and Remus and Hestia and Sirius and James and Peter. This was for her mum and dad, her brother and every other person who was murdered in this pointless war. This was for those she loved, because even as she went down fighting in Sirius's leather jacket, she was Marlene.
And Marlene was indeed, a true Gryffindor.
A/N: A little Marlene appreciation for you all. Review!
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