Ellie the Marauder | Sirius Black

|30| Mad

S/N (Sirius Note):

(Heh heh... See what I did there? Clever, huh?) Alright folks, here's the low down—Ellie isn't writing this chapter. I am. Sirius Orion Black the Third. The boy who puts up with her half insane ramblings and adorable eccentricities. Why? Because there was a shit load of stuff that went down while she was off getting adopted by my stupid little brother that I think is important for you, the reader, to know about.

Now... I don't exactly have permission to write this chapter... but what Ellie doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

Alright.

Here we go.

Let's just back on up for a moment. We're at the little muggle village, everything's great. Birthday party, scavenger hunt, we meet Dame Maggie Smith, Ellie's come up with baby names for Remus and Dorcas's future children, then the Death Eaters crash the party... blah, blah, blah... you know all that.

Now, I'd like to explain how I was feeling when Ellie got kidnapped in some very poetic, nuanced way. Something that really makes abstract emotions seem more concrete and palpable so you, the reader, can go on the journey with me. Feel what I felt. But I'm not that good a story teller, and it really just comes down to one simple word:

Mad.

I was mad in both senses of this word. I was angry that they took my girlfriend, and I was just shy of being a total lunatic about it.

Everything was a blur, spells were wizzing around, people were screaming, I was screaming for a while, Dark Mark was looming above the air.

And all I could do was laugh.

Laugh at the horrible joke that was my life.

Of course. Of course she would get kidnapped by Death Eaters. That's my fucking life in a nutshell. Everything's great for a while... then BAM! The universe realizes its mistake and has to course correct with something awful like this.

I was still laughing my bloody arse off when the Death Eaters disappeared and Wally was trying to round everyone up and make sure they weren't dead.

I was still laughing when Wally began shaking me, asking what happened to Ellie—where she was.

James was the one to break the news, I think—it definitely wasn't me, why? You guessed it. Because I was still laughing like a lunatic. Like I was more hyena than dog.

I think someone ended up stunning me.

I think it was Wally.

Good ol' Wally saving me from my insane self once again.

Somehow I got from the little muggle town back to Ellie's house with all of our friends, as well as Wally and Benny...

I sat on their sofa, groggy from the extra strength calming draught someone shoved down my throat when I was semi-conscious (probably Remus), staring at the empty fireplace.

I remember how weirdly normal it all felt to just be sitting on their sofa like that.

But it was wrong.

It was all wrong because Ellie wasn't there.

Nothing in the Greengrass Cottage looked right without her in it, without her crazy hair and goofy sweet smile. It didn't sound right without her laugh or her sarcastic remarks. It didn't smell right without her either. It smelled like B.O..