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MARLENE
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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TWENTY-ONE YEARS, one-thousand and ninety five weeks, seven thousand six hundred sixty five days, one hundred eighty three thousand nine hundred and sixty hours, and eleven million and thirty seven thousand minutes..

That is how long, Marlene McKinnon lived for. The girl I met my first night at Hogwarts, the girl I shared my crushes; my story; my life with.. gone within a matter of hours, minutes.. seconds... On one of her 'easiest' order missions as Dumbledore said it would be

Gone, forever.

Never again would I hear her cheery laugh, never again would I listen to her constant teasing..never again would I go to her with my boy problems. Never again...

So standing here, in front of the mirror, with my black dress that hung just above my knees. I couldn't help the grieving tears that escaped— and fell silently down my face.. one of my best friends, gone at the hands of Voldemort..

I was so caught up in my moment of grief, I didn't hear the door open and close behind me. I didn't know there was someone else within the room, until I felt two familiar arms wrap themselves around me. Reassuring me that everything was going to be alright.

"It's ok let it out.." Sirius whisper tone voice echoed around me, letting me know I was safe within his arms. That at least, I still had him..

"Shes gone." I mumbled, the words seeming foreign on my tongue, as if I truly didn't even believe them myself. I mean how could someone so sweet, so loving.. so caring be gone within a matter of seconds..

"I know." He breathed, turning me around so I was facing him. And the sight before me was a rare one. His puffy eyes matched mine, his tear stained face matched mine.. we looked the same, we were feeling the exact same grief..

"Oh Sirius," I cried, falling against him. Letting myself sob into him. Because right now, this was what I needed, this is all I need.

"We should get going.." he whispered against my hair, pushing me back a bit so that his eyes could meet with my own, "yeah.." I mumbled.

With the uneasy feeling of apparition, we were there within seconds. The place, not what you would expect on a July afternoon. There were no bees buzzing, no sunshine raining down on us. No, none of it. Instead it was cold, with clouds littering the sky, and a fog like atmosphere interrupting what was supposed to be summer..

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