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there wasn’t anything quite like marlene and sirius. while everyone else made quick of romance and falling in love, getting married in hushed, rushed ceremonies while they still could because they had no idea whether or not they would live through the next week in their war-torn world, marlene and sirius refused love. it was an unimportant facet of their lives. maybe it was their arrogance that made them so sure that there would be time for trivial things like love and marriage later in their lives. maybe when they were forty. and maybe it was fear. fear of loving someone and losing them that made it so not worth their time. marlene and sirius were not lily and james, or alice and frank. they were not in love. they were not a slow burning candle but were instead like a match. a flickering flame ignited in times of great stress. because after a duel or a loss they found themselves tangled together looking for some kind of comfort and when comfort was achieved they went back to fighting. they were warriors. and they were content with being warriors, and best men and maids of honor and godparents. they were content being the best friends. and they were content with their nights together because in the morning when they woke up they knew that that was all it was. because that was all it could be. and at the end of the war, marlene and sirius would not be among the great love stories told. instead they would tell of the mckinnon family, who were wiped clean from their place in the wizarding world, and they would tell of sirius black who betrayed his friends and murdered muggles and would probably go mad in azkaban prison. they wouldn’t talk about the way he would idly tuck her hair behind her ear when she wasn’t paying attention. they wouldn’t talk about the fact that if she woke up before him she’d make them coffee and breakfast and they would talk about normal things like the things they planned to teach harry when he grew up (because as godparents they had the responsibility to teach him the things his parents wouldn’t, like how to down firewhiskey for example) and the fact that mad eye was getting madder by the day. no, those moments would get lost in the annals of history to the parents that died so that their baby boy could live and the tragic loves that ended in deaths and insanity. and they would be content with that. because their story was not a love story.
Maybe you will always be
Just a little out of reach (X)James just shook his head and sighed, while Sirius let out a small chuckle. “I’m afraid my dear friend Prongs’ days of picking on ickle firsties are over, Lily.” He placed a hand over his heart and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye before he continued. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s been made Head Boy.” He pointed to the gleaming badge on the front of James’ robes that she had not seen until now. Instantly, her face fell. So Marlene hadn’t been kidding. Potter had really been made Head Boy and now she was going to have to work with him for an entire year. The thought alone made her wrinkle her nose in displeasure.
“Well, don’t look too excited,” James scoffed.
Lily shot him a glare. “Why in Merlin’s name would I be excited about it, Potter?”
“Because, Evans, it’s not everyday that you get to be partnered up with the most dashing man that Gryffindor has ever seen.”
Sirius made a noise of protest. “I’d like to challenge that statement!”
“Quiet, Padfoot. It’s not arguable,” James replied, before turning his attention back to Lily, who was staring at him with a look of disgust. Sirius folded his arms across his chest and Lily swore he might have been pouting.
“Oh, please. I could name a million other Gryffindor boys that are way ahead of you on that list.”
“But I’m at least on your list, right?” James asked with a cocky smile. If she wasn’t so intent on not screwing up her first day as acting Head Girl, she would have hexed him right then and there.
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He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time, and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g’s the same way he did: he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son. - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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brought down by an old idea whose time has come
and in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
there’s a hundred hearts or three
pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young
Gemma Arterton as young Andromeda Tonks née Black
In which James drunkenly serenades Lily.
Yeah. I don’t know either.
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