Seventh Year : Choices

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You know the future’s lookin’ brighter

Every morning when I get up

Don’t be thinkin’ ‘bout what’s not enough, now baby

Just be thinkin’ about what we got

Think of all my love, now

I’m gonna give you all I got

So baby hold on to me

Whatever will be, will be

The future is ours to see

When you hold on to me

 

“You fucking bastard!”

“Oi!” Sirius stood immediately, hands curling into fists.

“It’s ok,” Remus said, weakly, although Sirius wasn’t entirely sure which one of them he was talking to. Marlene was sobbing now, shoulders shaking even as she glared.

“Bastard!” She scowled, scrubbing at the tears on her cheeks.

“Miss McKinnon!” Madam Pomfrey bustled over, shocked, “I will have you escorted out if you cannot be civil.”

“And you!” Marlene rounded on her, “You said you didn’t know anything about it! You said you’d never worked with one before!”

How did she find out? Sirius wondered, horrified, Who the fuck told her?!

“Don’t blame her, Marlene, please…” Remus stumbled back onto the bed, sitting down heavily, “She was only trying to protect me!”

“How long?!” Marlene whirled around, still glaring furiously.

“…since I was five.”

“Bastard!”

“Marlene, please…”

She threw a crumpled piece of parchment down onto the mattress, covered in cramped handwriting—a letter. Remus’s fingers trembled as he picked it up, unfolding it and squinting down at the words. Marlene stood, arms folded, cheeks still tear-stained, watching as he struggled to read.

“Sorry,” Remus said, after a moment, “Sorry, I’ve got a headache, what does it…er…?”

Sirius was there immediately, stepping in front of Marlene to provide a barrier as he plucked the letter from Remus’s shaking hands. He scanned it quickly, brow furrowing as he read.

“It’s from Danny McKinnon…” Sirius thought of the envelope Remus had handed him, the previous afternoon—but hadn’t that letter been anonymous?! “Blood hell, Moony, what have you done?”

“Please just tell me what it says,” Remus croaked, dropping his head into his hands. Sirius had to resist the urge to sit down next to him, to pull him into his arms and tell Marlene to fuck off. She was still waiting, impatiently, looming over the bed. Madam Pomfrey hovered not far behind her.

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