Harry Potter Oneshots

Fist Fights [BLACKINNON]

An au where wizards/witches don't exist, and Hogsmeade is a dark, gloomy and crime-ridden town.

Blood.

Sirius knew that it was dripping down his face, warm and sticky from the events prior. he turned his head to the left and spat into the crisp, white snow, it's colour drowned out with scarlet and maroon blood.

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"Come on, McKinnon!" Sirius saw Marlene's arm being gripped by Ben Yester. "Stop moving you slut!"

"Leave her alone!" Sirius did not know where the words were coming from, all he knew was that they were escaping his own lips. He knew, by the glare on Yester's face, that he had now put himself in some deep shit. But He wouldn't just let Marlene get called such a thing as a slut, because she was anything but that.

"What'cha gonna do about it, Black?" Yester sneered, his already hideous features contorting, becoming even uglier. "Lucky girl, McKinnon. You've got yourself a hero that's come to save the damsel in distress, huh?"

People were now crowding around the three, already anticipating Yester's next epic fist fight. Nobody ever opposed to Ben Yester's ways - it was almost like he was law in this messed up town.

Marlene looked fearfully to Sirius, her blue eyes swimming with tears that began to run down her face. Her wrist was still clasped tightly by Yester's hand, and she was trying not to whimper at the bruise she would get afterward.

"I said," Yester continued, narrowing his beady eyes to Sirius. "What'cha gonna do about it, Black?!"

Sirius just stood stock still, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. He clenched his jaw; the crowd was growing, until there was just a circular area, where everyone knew the fight would take place, and where Yester's next victim would lay.

"Let her go." Sirius said firmly, praying that he would not shake in fear. This could go two ways; the most likely way, was that Yester would leave him in a pool of his own scarlet blood in the snow, and the other, Yester would, once and for all, be beaten.

"I'll let 'er go, only if you manage to beat me, kiddo." Yester cackled evilly, showing his set of blackened teeth. Sirius did not know where he was, because the seventeen-year-old that took off his leather jacket was not him. Had he left himself at home by accident?

Ben flung Marlene into the edge of the crowd by her wrist. She whimpered in pain, clutching her wrist as a redhead held the blonde and glared at Yester's back with dangerous, emerald eyes.

Yester stode forwards, rolling up the sleeves of his dirtied, now yellow shirt.

Before Sirius could get ready, the first of many sickeningly hard punches came hit way. And hit home.

He could feel warm, sticky blood dripping from his nose on his upper lip. His heart surged with adrenaline as he took a swipe at Yester, effectively hitting his jaw.

Punches and kicks were thrown and received, all while Marlene McKinnon watched from the sidelines with tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

She was thankful for Sirius Black. He had the confidence to stand up for what was right, when no one else did. He stood up for her, and for that, she was eternally thankful. Because if Sirius had not interjected when he had, she could have just as well been- she didn't want to think about that.

CRUNCH

Someone now had a broken bone somewhere, but it was indistinct who, for they were still throwing punches at each other. Sirius' shoulder-length black hair was matted to one side of his face, because of the blood dripping down his forehead.

Yester kept having to spit blood into the previously white snow. Suddenly, Sirius threw a mighty left hook at Yester, who toppled over sideways and knocked his head on the paved sidewalk.

He lay, unmoving on the pavement, maroon spilling from his cheek, mouth and head. Sirius breathed in deeply, still taking in the fact that for once Yester had been beaten. For once, Yester was the one that lay unconscious in his own pool of blood.

"Oh my-" A tall boy breathed, staring at the image reflected in his hazel eyes and circular glasses. He stepped forward, picked up Sirius' jacket and handed it back to him. 

Slowly, the crowd thinned as they all got over the fact that Yester had been defeated by a teenager. Sirius Black had, surely, earned a new respect from the whole of Hogsmeade; his victory would not be forgotten.

Sirius found himself being enveloped in Marlene's skinny arms as she flung herself at him. As painful as the hug was, he wrapped his arms around her middle and let her weep into his blood-soaked hair.

"Thank you." She muttered as she began to pull away, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, so, so much!" She cried, and brought her face to his.

And Sirius cupped her face delicately, kissing her back, their lips moving in sync.

Perhaps, he should forget his usual self at home more often, if this was the result. If Marlene was the prize, he'd do anything to win her, even if it meant coming home with a busted lip, and bruised and bleeding face.

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When Sirius and Marlene finally stopped sucking each other's face off, the hazel-eyed boy insisted that Sirius clean up his cuts. And that was how he found himself spitting more blood onto the snow-glazed ground, holding Marlene's delicate hand in his.

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I don't really ship Blackinnon... but okay.

I was literally just listening to the song above (Boy in the Bubble by Alec Benjamin) and thought of Sirius for some reason. probably because he was treated badly at home n stuff. 

Or cause he wears leather jackets and those are usually associated with  gangs, and those are associated with fights and... yea.

So, have a listen to the song... listen to the lyrics. It's got a bit of a weird title, but it's a good song (in my opinion).