#lesbian marlene
Marlene Mckinnon came back to school in 3rd year with her hair cut up to her ears and a slit in her eyebrows. Remus quite clearly thought she was the coolest person in the entire school.
Peter had gaped for 5 minutes when he saw her before tightlipped giving her a compliment. James being James had hyped her up dramatically before forcing her into a hug. Remus himself had been stumbling over words in fascination but in a positive way, and Sirius. Sirius hadn’t said a word. He’d stared at her before nodding in a greeting. Remus had known something like that would happen. He knew how Sirius was raised, but he would teach Sirius it was okay. He would do that.
So when Sirius later climbed into Remus bed, Remus was ready for any assumtions or questions or mean comments he could say. What he wasn’t prepeard for was Sirius nervously looking at Remus, fumbling with his hands, and quietly mutter “I didn’t know girls could have short hair”
“Well they can” Remus replied softly moving closer to Sirius. Sirius had only nodded. It was quiet again for quite a few minutes
“Does that mean boys can have long hair too?” He found Remus eyes his own glistening
“Of course they can Sirius” he fell quiet again.
“Remus”
“yes?”
“I don’t think i know anything about how the world works. Everything i’ve ever been taught is wrong and I don’t-. The world is so diffrent from what i thought. But i wanna know. I wanna know everything” Sirius was fumbling more with his hands now.
“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything i know about the world and we’ll find out more of it. We’ll discover all the secrets if the world yeah?” Somehow Remus hand had found it’s way to Sirius’s to stop them from fumbling. Whatever reason his heart was doing flips was way beyond him and nothing he needed to think about.
“yeah. Let’s do that” Sirius smiled softly a slightl blush coloring his cheeks “I think… I think i wanna grow my hair out. But i don’t know it’s just a stupid thought i had and maybe i shouldn’t i would probabaly look dumb but Marlene looks so cool and she taught me how to braid last term and-”
“Sirius, you would look awesome. I think you should do it, and if you don’t like it you can just cut it.”
“yeah?” Sirius looked so hopeful Remus could feel his own heart skipping a beat for him.
“Yeah. Very punk rock” at that the other boy lit up “you should tell Marlene you think her hair is cool. She doesn’t act like it but i know she cares about your opinion”
“Yeah i’ll do that i-” Sirius eyes drifted to their interviened hands “i will yes. We should- I mean I should probabaly sleep now though I’ll see you tomorrow Moony” Sirius face appeard to grow redder
“Moony?” Remus giggled. Oh he was tired.
“Yeah i made up during the summer. Goodnight”
Imagine receiving the phone call that your girlfriend and the rest of her family were murdered in the night by Death Eaters, that you were powerless to save the love of your life - the woman you had bought an engagement ring for, whose flat you shared, whose future you had planned with. What was left? What was there to fight for now she was gone?
You swallow hard, deciding to gather her things from your flat and stick them in boxes, so as to not break down into tears everytime you see a rogue sock of hers draped over the laundry basket; you pawn off the silver ring, you put the polaroids you took together into an album and you try to remove her scent from the flat, half-hoping and half-fearing for it to be gone. Knowing you will never smell her sweet lavender oil again, nor wryly smile at her obsessive love for muggle rock bands, or hear the husk of her whisper late at night. It’s eerily silent: the flat, it’s just - not the same.
You realise that you’re the one responsible for organising her funeral as well as her family’s, since no one else is left to mourn them. But you know it’s likely you will be the only one in attendance - with James and Lily in hiding, the rest of the Order on the run. Where can you bury her? How can you mourn her? This vivacious young woman, whose warm palms you can still feel on your skin, whose thumping heart would pulse against your ear when you rested against her chest. The woman who was your world. The woman who was just, here.
Dorcas Meadowes was attacked by Death Eaters in her West London flat two weeks after the death of her fiancée, Marlene McKinnon. Hit by the killing curse, witnesses claim she threw down her wand moments before her death. The Order hosted a joint memorial service in honour of her and Marlene, wands raised to the night sky at the tragedy of two talented young witches, both aged 21, killed in combat.
Dumbledore: Look, I know that I’m typically quite lenient about the mischief you lot get up to, but this time it’s crucial that I know whether or not you did it - because it could have been dangerous for both parties involved.
Dumbledore: Sirius, Mr Lupin, Miss McKinnon, Miss Meadowes; I need you to be straight with me.
Sirius:
Remus:
Marlene:
Dorcas:
Dumbledore: Okay, I realise that was difficult for all of us.
