"Back in black"
Marla was healing. She was winning the fight against the curse. It had been months since she almost walked into Malfoy Manor but no accident of the kind had reoccured. It was now close to Christmas and she was definitely doing better.
Sirius had been here all those months, helping her in more ways that he knew and their life had returned to a relative normalcy considering the overall atmosphere. Their relation was also healing and building itself on solid bases. Sirius was not pushing her, he was fine with just being here with her and spending time together. She was so thankful for him.
They had kissed for the first time since the summer in October. It had been a rainy day at the Cottage and Marla and Sirius had spend the day lounging in front of the fire. Remus was back on mission underground, "in werewolf land" as Sirius called it and Harry was back at school, suspecting Draco Malfoy to be up to no good. Marla was laying on Sirius' chest and he was humming a tone along the record player, drawing pattern on her back. She felt comfortable at the moment and she could feel the void in herself filling itself with the adoration she held for the man. She had raised herself, admiring him before staring into his grey eyes and leaned onto him, pressing her lips slowly against his. It was sweet and full of love, just like the two.
They had danced for the first time together on the 3rd of November. It was Sirius' birthday. Remus was not back yet but Marla had decided to cook for Sirius and after several owls to Mrs Weasley, she was able to make it a good meal. Later, Sirius had took her hand, leading her in the living room where a soft melody was playing. They had swayed together for a long time in silence, basking in each others company.
They had slept in the same bed again on the 15th of November. The Cottage was getting cold and Marla was freezing during the day. At night, she had asked him to stay with her and he held her all night, talking about everything and drifting in and out of sleep. She was comfortable with him and for the first night in a long time, she had woke up fully rested.
Today, they were about to go to the Burrow for Christmas. Harry had come back with Ron and Sirius was thrilled to spend the holiday with his godson.
It was the first time Marla would be able to leave the house since August and she was supposed to get her wand back. To say she was nervous was an understatement, everyone had saw her at her worst, everyone knew she was cursed and almost lost her mind but mostly everyone had saw her weak. It was not something she was used to, she was supposed to be the strong one, Merlin's heir and only witch to ever wield his powers. She was supposed to fight, set the example. Now, not only Sirius but everyone else saw her for what she was really. Human. Fucked up by her own family, haunted by the powers she was supposed to be so proud of and not always able to fight against the darkness.
Marla felt the wards around the Burrow shift to allow her and Sirius in, she could see through the windows the lights and the numerous figures buzzing around the house. She was terribly nervous of facing all of them again. Sirius grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
"You ready, love ?"
She nodded and they made their way in. Marla was rapidly scooped in a tight hug by Mrs Weasley and she greeted the rest of them, Harry gave her a quick embrace too, much to the girl's surprise.
Before long they were all seated at the table for the delicious Christmas dinner Mrs Weasley had cooked and a real Christmas Dinner it was. Chatter and laughs were filling the house and the atmosphere was so warm, it was as though Voldemort did not even exist. Well it was, until dinner died down and everyone began cleaning the table. Marla heard it first, the unmistakable sound of apparition. The wards around the burrow were not as strong as the one around 12 Grimmauld place or even Remus' cottage and apparently someone was using it to their advantage. Marla walked to the door, opening it and staring into the night. Remus, Sirius and Mr Weasley were quick to follow her.
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FanfictionAt the beginning, there was one wizard. Don't we all know him ? Merlin, of course. Gifted from birth with powerful magic, right hand to King Arthur and councillor of the Knight of the Round Table. What is less known is that Merlin had a son, a son...