Pairing: Blackinnon

Prompt:Alone

Also thanks to Paula for betaing both this and the wolfstar!

"Marlene," his hoarse voice whispers to the empty night.

The name swirls on the wind, carrying it to the far corners of the earth.

She can't be gone. She cannot be gone. It just isn't possible.

He repeats this mantra over and over and over again, in the hopes that it will come true.

He throws the newspaper aside, ignoring the page with the large picture of the pretty blonde girl with blue eyes and not looking at the headline that says 'McKinnon Family Murdered.'

He had only seen her the night before. She was beautiful, with her hair down, in jeans and a ratty t –shirt, and her eyes were shining like stars. They had been walking, hand in hand, laughing, pretending like they were just an ordinary couple in an ordinary world where there was no such thing as a war. It had been the best night of his life.

He twirled her around, enjoying the way her laugher washed over him, loving the smile that came to his face to see her so happy. He took her to the middle of the park, which was covered in fairy lights because it was Christmas. Sirius got down on one knee and said,

"Marley, I'm pretty sure you already know what I have to say, I only tell you every day." She smiled. "I love you, I've loved you since sixth year and I could be ridiculously cheesy and say how I love your smile, and your laugh, and your strength and all that, or I could just say that, Marlene McKinnon, I already think of you as mine for the rest of our lives. I don't have a ring but I do have this flower, so marry me?"

And she had smiled and laughed at his bluntness, appreciating that he spared her the sappiness of most proposals, and said yes. She would be Mrs. Sirius Black, and they would be together forever. He had placed the flower behind her ear and kissed her like the world was going to end.

And in, some ways, it did.

She's gone, Sirius thinks bitterly as he stands in the garden of her home, holding the ring he had meant to give her. He looks at it; it is very simple. A silver band with a little sapphire on it, like the colour of her eyes.

The tears fall freely down his face. He is alone; he has a hole in his heart so big not even the Marauders can fill it. He sobs, the wind tortuously whispering her name in his ear, reminding him that she is never coming home.

He is utterly alone.