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The night air bit at Sirius’s skin, but after twelve years in Azkaban, cold didn’t touch him like it used to. He stood just beyond the trees, hidden in the forest’s shadow, staring at the castle in the distance—the place where it had all begun, and where, if things went wrong, it might all end.

His breath came slow. Controlled. Not because he was calm, but because if he let it go wild, he'd lose it. The fury. The grief. The years.

He heard the footsteps before he saw them. Two pairs. One light, familiar. The other cautious. Small.

He stepped forward.

Harry emerged first, his wand still in hand, but no longer raised. Behind him came her—Marlene. His Marlene.

Their eyes met, and something in his chest uncoiled. Twelve years hadn’t broken him, but her absence had nearly finished the job.

“You came,” Sirius said quietly, his voice rough from disuse. “You brought him.”

“I said I would,” she replied, brushing a hand against his fingers as she passed. Even the briefest touch calmed him like nothing else ever had. “He’s listening.”

Sirius looked at Harry. His godson. James’s boy. The last living piece of the two people he had loved most in the world. Until Marlene.

Harry stared at him, wide-eyed. “You don’t look like a murderer.”

Sirius gave a rasp of a laugh. “Twelve years in Azkaban will make anyone look like hell.”

Harry didn’t laugh.

Sirius sobered. “You think I betrayed your parents.”

“I did,” Harry said, voice tight. “Until she told me everything.”

“And do you believe her?”

Harry looked at Marlene, who stood silently at his side, her expression unreadable.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I want to.”

Sirius’s breath caught. He stepped forward, slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

“I didn’t betray them, Harry. Peter did. Peter Pettigrew.”

“You mean Scabbers.”

“Exactly.” Sirius’s eyes gleamed. “I saw him. On that map you have—the Marauder’s Map. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Remember?”

Harry nodded slowly.

“That map doesn’t lie,” Sirius said. “Peter’s been hiding as your friend’s pet rat for years. Right under everyone's noses. I would never have gone after you. I was coming for him.”

Harry’s face twisted in confusion and anger. “But why didn’t you tell anyone? Why disappear for so long?”

“Who would have believed me?” Sirius asked, a sharp edge in his voice. “They threw me in Azkaban without a trial, Harry. The Ministry didn’t want the truth—they wanted a scapegoat.”

He turned toward Marlene, his voice softening. “She’s the only reason I held on. The only one who still believed in me.”

Harry glanced between them, struggling to process it all. “So you were married. Before the war.”

“Yes,” Marlene said, stepping closer to Sirius, her hand now fully entwined with his. “It wasn’t safe to tell anyone. Dumbledore knew. James and Lily, of course. But after the attack on my family, we made it look like I’d died. The Death Eaters were after all of us. I only survived because Sirius got me out.”

“Then why didn’t you come back?” Harry asked.

Marlene looked at Sirius, pain flickering across her face. “Because after the Potters died… after Sirius was arrested… I had nothing. If I’d come back, I would’ve been next.”

“I couldn’t protect her anymore,” Sirius said bitterly. “And I failed James and Lily. I thought—if I ever got out, I’d fix it. I’d find Peter. And I’d find you.”

Harry stared at him for a long moment.

“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?” he asked. “That I had people who still cared?”

Sirius’s throat tightened. “Because Dumbledore thought it was safer if you didn’t know. Safer if the world believed I was guilty. But you’re not alone, Harry. Not anymore.”

Harry didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward—slowly, hesitantly—until he was standing just feet away.

“You were my dad’s best friend?” he asked quietly.

Sirius nodded. “We were brothers in all but blood. And I would’ve died for him.”

Harry looked down, breathing hard.

Then, in a voice barely more than a whisper, he said, “I think I believe you.”

Sirius closed his eyes. The wind rustled the trees around them like a sigh of relief.

“I want to know more,” Harry said. “About them. About you. About... her.”

Sirius looked at Marlene, who gave him a small nod.

“Then let’s start,” Sirius said, and for the first time in twelve years, his voice carried hope.

The wind whipped around the stone towers of Hogwarts, sending loose leaves swirling in golden and red spirals across the courtyard. The full moon glowed above the castle, bright and watchful, but clouds veiled its gaze from time to time like curtains over an unspoken truth.

Harry Potter stalked through the shadows just outside the castle, the Invisibility Cloak clutched tightly around him. He had seen the black dog again—the Grim, maybe, or maybe him. Sirius Black. The name made his fists clench. The traitor. The murderer. His parents’ friend turned enemy.

But he wasn’t the only one moving through the night.

A soft rustle stopped him in his tracks. Someone else was out here.

He backed into the shadows of an archway, wand gripped tightly. A figure emerged from the darkness—tall, cloaked, her steps confident, deliberate. Not a student. Not a professor.

Harry didn’t recognize her.

Until she stopped beneath the moonlight.

She looked… young. Late twenties, maybe. Golden hair pulled back into a loose braid, leather boots worn from travel. Her eyes were sharp and blue—bright, but tired. She carried herself like someone who'd seen war and lived through it.

Harry stepped forward, pulling off the cloak. “Who are you?” he asked, wand raised. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

The woman turned to face him fully. Her expression softened, almost—gentle, like she recognized him.

“I was wondering when I’d see you,” she said. “You look just like James.”

Harry’s grip tightened on his wand. “How do you know my dad?”

She tilted her head slightly. “Knew him. We fought together. I was in the Order of the Phoenix.”

Harry’s heart raced. “That doesn’t mean I can trust you. For all I know, you’re here with—”

“With Sirius Black?” she finished calmly. “I am.”

Harry took a step back, voice hard. “So it’s true. You’re helping him. He’s trying to kill me.”

“No,” she said quietly, but firmly. “He’s trying to protect you.”

Harry blinked, confused. “What?”

The woman took a step closer. “He’s not the man you think he is, Harry. He didn’t betray your parents. He would have died before he let that happen.”

“Then why did he go to Azkaban?” Harry demanded.

“Because he was framed,” she said simply.

Harry stared, unsure whether to believe her. “Who are you?”

She hesitated for only a moment. Then: “Marlene. Marlene McKinnon.”

Harry frowned. “You’re dead. The Death Eaters killed you.”

“That's what they were meant to think,” Marlene said. “What everyone was meant to think. But I survived, barely. Sirius got me out. We went into hiding. And after that night… when James and Lily—” She stopped, swallowing hard. “After that, nothing mattered but staying alive. For him. For me.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Why would he help you?”

A small smile touched her lips. “Because we’re married, Harry.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re… what?”

She nodded. “We married during the war. Quietly. Just the Order knew. After everything went to hell, we had no one left but each other.”

Harry shook his head, trying to piece it all together. “But… he escaped Azkaban. He’s been after me.”

“No,” she said. “He escaped because he saw Peter on the map. The real traitor. Peter Pettigrew. He’s alive, Harry. And Sirius—he’s not after you. He’s trying to save you.”

Harry was silent for a long moment.

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” he finally whispered.

“You don’t have to,” Marlene said gently. “But ask yourself this—if Sirius Black really wanted you dead, why wait twelve years? Why break out now, when you're safe at Hogwarts? Why not go after you when you were younger, weaker?”

Harry’s heart thudded in his chest. It made sense. Too much sense.

He looked up at her, suddenly unsure. “Why are you telling me all this?”

Marlene’s expression softened. “Because I’ve lost too many people I love to silence and secrets. And I won’t lose him again. Not now.”

At that moment, a soft bark echoed in the distance.

Marlene turned her head, smiling faintly. “He’s waiting. He wanted me to talk to you first. He thought you might believe me more than him.”

Harry hesitated. Then slowly, he lowered his wand.

“I’ll listen,” he said. “But I’m not promising anything.”

Marlene nodded. “That’s all we can ask for.”

She turned, beckoning him to follow, and together, under the cloak of night and memory, they walked toward the truth.

The night was alive with the sound of crickets chirping, the moon hanging low and full in the sky, casting its pale glow over the Hogwarts grounds. Sirius Black, his black hair untamed as always, walked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, a place where he often sought solitude. But tonight wasn’t about solitude. Tonight, he had plans.

Marlene McKinnon had been slipping into his thoughts more often lately, and he’d spent countless hours—longer than he’d care to admit—thinking about what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel the warmth of her smile. He was drawn to her, as if by some magnetic force. But he wasn’t ready to act on it. Not yet.

The moon was almost at its peak when Sirius reached a quiet clearing. He checked the surroundings—no one around. Then, without warning, he allowed himself to shift, his body shrinking and his limbs lengthening into something softer, furrier. In the blink of an eye, Sirius had become Padfoot, the large black dog with silvery eyes that glowed like starlight.

He stretched his legs, letting out a small, contented huff. The shift always felt like freedom, and tonight, more than ever, he needed it.

Not long after, Marlene appeared, her silhouette casting a shadow against the moonlit trees. She spotted Padfoot immediately, a small smile curving her lips. She’d always loved the sight of him in his dog form—there was something comforting about the way he moved, as if the world was softer, gentler in his presence.

"Hello, you," she whispered, kneeling down in the grass to meet him. Her hand gently stroked his fur, and Padfoot couldn't help but close his eyes in contentment, leaning into her touch.

Marlene chuckled softly, her fingers running through his silky coat. "You’re such a softie, aren’t you?" she teased, laughing when Padfoot let out a soft bark, as if agreeing with her. She had always loved the way Sirius—Padfoot, rather—was so different in this form: more relaxed, more affectionate, like he could finally be himself without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

With a small sigh, she lay back on the grass, stretching out beneath the stars. "Come here, then," she said, patting the spot beside her. Padfoot didn’t need to be told twice. He padded over and curled up beside her, resting his large head on her stomach, his tail wagging lazily.

Marlene’s laughter bubbled in the air like music. She traced lazy circles on the back of his head, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I don’t know what’s more comforting," she murmured, "your soft fur or the fact that you’re here with me."

Padfoot looked up at her with eyes that shone with an almost human intelligence, sensing the depth of her words. There was a tenderness between them that neither of them had ever quite acknowledged, but it was undeniable now. The connection was palpable.

"Don’t get used to this, you know," she said with a smirk, scratching behind his ears. "You’re not always going to be this easy to cuddle with. Once you’re back to being a human again, I’m sure you’ll have no time for me."

Padfoot let out a small whine, nudging his nose against her hand, as if telling her not to worry. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight.

Marlene softened at the gesture, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn’t expected this kind of intimacy. She hadn’t expected Sirius, in any form, to be so... open with her. So vulnerable. It made her pulse quicken, the air between them thick with unspoken things. She bit her lip, her fingers still moving gently through his fur.

Padfoot’s tail gave a lazy flick. There was a softness to the moment that was almost intoxicating, and before she realized it, she had leaned forward, her lips brushing against the top of his head. It was a soft, tender kiss—innocent in a way—but the way it made her feel was anything but.

The moment lingered, her breath coming a little faster now, as if the weight of it was starting to sink in. Padfoot, for his part, was not oblivious. His body shifted slightly, his form pressing a little closer to hers, and the temperature between them seemed to rise. His nose nuzzled against her side, his large, warm body drawing her in even more. It wasn’t just affection now. It was need.

Marlene’s chest tightened as she looked down at him, her heart beating in double time. "Sirius," she whispered, unsure if she was speaking to him as the dog, or to the man who she knew was still inside.

Padfoot’s eyes locked onto hers, the recognition in them clear. Slowly, carefully, he nudged her hand up to his head, pressing his face into her palm. It was like he was asking—no, begging—her to stop holding back. And, in that moment, Marlene knew she couldn’t.

Her fingers tangled in his fur, and she leaned down to press another kiss to his head, this time lingering longer, her lips parting just enough for a soft sigh to slip free. Padfoot’s body gave a subtle shiver, and the moment stretched, tangled with unspoken desire and quiet yearning.

It was then that he shifted back, the familiar form of Sirius Black emerging from the dog’s body. His hair was messy from the transformation, his dark eyes gleaming with something more than just mischief.

Marlene’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. Sirius didn’t give her much time to think, his lips crashing into hers, hungry and desperate, as if he’d been waiting for this moment just as much as she had.

And this time, there were no more barriers between them.

#sirius x marlene

A Moment of Jealousy

The evening air in the Gryffindor common room was cool, and the crackling fire cast dancing shadows across the walls. Sirius Black lounged on one of the couches, his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he looked at Marlene McKinnon, who was chatting animatedly with James Potter and Lily Evans. He watched her laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she teased James about one of his latest pranks.

Sirius couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest. He’d always enjoyed Marlene’s company—her sharp wit, her easy smile, the way her laugh seemed to fill the room. But as she leaned a little closer to James, her hand brushing his arm, Sirius felt a spark of something he didn’t quite recognize. Jealousy? Of course not. But then again, it was hard to ignore the slight tightening in his chest every time she gave James that playful smile.

"Mate, you're brooding again," Remus Lupin observed from across the room, leaning on the back of the couch. "You’ve been staring at her for ages."

Sirius shot him a glare. "I’m not brooding," he muttered, although his eyes stayed fixed on Marlene.

"Sure," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "You look like you're about to hex someone."

Sirius sighed and stood up, walking toward the door. He needed some space to clear his head. He wasn’t sure what was bothering him—maybe it was because Marlene had been spending so much time with James lately. She was his best friend, after all. But there was something about it... something that didn’t sit right with him.

Before he could leave, he paused and glanced over his shoulder at Marlene. She caught his eye, and for a moment, their gazes locked. The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat—a soft, teasing smile playing on her lips.

But just as he opened his mouth to say something, she turned her attention back to James, laughing at one of his jokes. Sirius's jaw tightened.

That's it, he thought, unable to stop himself. I need to get out of here.

Without another word, he transformed into Padfoot, the sleek black dog with a shaggy mane of fur. The transformation was swift, and before anyone could stop him, he padded out of the common room, tail flicking behind him.

Sirius, now Padfoot, wandered the corridors, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. He had no idea why he felt this way—why he couldn’t stand the thought of Marlene laughing at James's stupid jokes. Wasn’t he her best friend too? But somewhere, deep down, it felt like it was more than that.

He rounded a corner and found himself in a small, quiet nook by a window. The night sky was clear, and the moonlight shone brightly, casting a gentle glow across the stone walls.

Sirius felt the weight of his emotions settle on him. He needed to calm down, to think clearly. He lay down on the soft rug by the window, his large, furry form curling up in a ball.

Just then, he heard footsteps—Marlene's voice floating toward him.

"Padfoot? What are you doing out here?" she asked, her voice soft, a little curious.

Sirius's ears perked up, and his tail thumped once against the stone floor. He didn’t have to look to know it was Marlene. He always recognized her voice, even in the middle of a crowd. She always had a way of making everything sound like a secret just between the two of them.

Marlene appeared in the doorway, a gentle smile on her face as she saw the dog curled up by the window. "You okay, Sirius?" she asked, crossing the room and kneeling down to pet him.

Padfoot’s eyes—Sirius’s eyes—watched her closely as she ran her fingers through his fur. He could feel the tension in his body begin to ease as her touch comforted him, but something else lingered beneath the surface, something deeper.

She sat down next to him, her back resting against the stone wall as she continued to pet him. "You’ve been off lately," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’ve been distant."

Padfoot let out a soft whine, his tail wagging slowly, but he didn’t transform back yet. Not yet.

Marlene chuckled softly. "What, are you sulking because I spent too much time with James?" she teased, her fingers still stroking his back. "I told you, we're just friends."

The words hit Sirius like a cold bucket of water. Just friends. The very words he'd been trying to convince himself of all day. He felt an inexplicable ache in his chest. He wasn’t jealous. He couldn’t be.

Marlene’s fingers paused on his fur as she looked down at him. "Sirius," she said softly, her eyes searching his, "I know you better than that."

At that, Padfoot couldn’t help himself. With a soft, almost imperceptible growl, he shifted back into his human form, his body reappearing from the black fur. He lay beside her now, fully human, his shirt slightly askew from the transformation.

Marlene raised an eyebrow, clearly not surprised. "So, you were sulking."

Sirius ran a hand through his messy black hair and sighed, a frustrated laugh escaping his lips. "I guess I was," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "I just… I don’t like seeing you with him like that."

She looked at him with soft understanding, but there was something else in her gaze, something more than friendship. "Sirius, we’re just friends," she repeated, her tone gentle but firm.

He frowned, shifting so he was facing her. "I know," he murmured, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Marlene."

Her breath hitched slightly, and the space between them seemed to shrink. For a moment, neither of them said anything, the air thick with the unspoken words that had been lingering for so long. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers with an intensity that made the world outside seem to disappear.

Marlene hesitated at first, but then her hands moved to his chest, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. The taste of her, the heat of her skin beneath his fingers, made his heart race.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," Sirius murmured against her lips, his hands moving to the back of her neck as he pulled her even closer.

Marlene’s breath was shallow as she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then don’t stop."

Sirius chuckled softly, his hands roaming down her body as he lowered her gently back onto the rug. They kissed again, more urgently this time, their bodies pressed against each other as the tension between them melted into something deeper, more intoxicating.

For a while, the world outside faded, leaving only the warmth of their connection.

The next morning, Marlene woke up first, her head resting on Sirius's chest. He was still asleep, his arm draped over her as he breathed deeply. She smiled to herself, remembering everything that had happened the night before.

She didn’t know what exactly had changed between them, but she knew one thing for sure—things would never be the same again. And she was more than okay with that.

#sirius x marlene #Padfoot #padfoot x Marlene #sirius black #marlene mckinnon

I had just come from a long day at the Order headquarters, my mind still spinning from the latest strategy meeting. It’s always a bit too much, the constant planning, the secretive whispers, and the urgency of everything. So, when I found myself standing at the door to the small room we used as a common space, I didn’t expect to find anything that would make my blood boil.

But there she was.

Marlene.

She was curled up on the couch, eyes closed, looking peaceful as ever. And the worst part? She was snuggling with another bloody dog.

I leaned against the doorframe, staring at the scene unfolding before me. A golden retriever — one of the other Order members' pets, I think — was lying next to her, its head resting on her chest, tail lazily thumping against the couch as she absentmindedly scratched behind its ears.

Her lips were curved in that soft smile, the one that always made my heart skip, the one she reserved only for those quiet moments. I had never seen her so… content. So completely absorbed in something so simple.

And that stupid dog was soaking it all up.

I could feel a hot, simmering rush of jealousy curling in my chest. Who did that mutt think he was? Was he trying to steal my spot? The spot I had spent countless hours filling, offering her all the affection she deserved?

I had no right to feel this way. Marlene was free to love whoever or whatever she wanted. She wasn’t mine. Not officially, anyway.

But damn it, I wasn’t about to sit there and watch it.

A familiar itch started at the back of my mind. The need to shift, to get into the form where I could do something. I needed to be the one next to her. Not some scruffy, drooling mutt.

Without giving it a second thought, I let the transformation take over. My body shrank and shifted, fur sprouting, my face elongating into the familiar snout of Padfoot. I let out a low, growling huff, just loud enough for the golden retriever to hear.

It turned its head toward me, eyes wide. I could practically see the realization in the dog’s gaze as it figured out what I was. And before it could react, I gave a sharp bark, a warning to back off.

The dog, clearly startled by my presence, stood up, tail tucked between its legs. I didn’t need to do much more. A few more growls, and it backed off the couch entirely, scurrying away to a safe corner.

Good. That’s what I thought.

I padded over to Marlene, my large, black form rubbing against her legs in the way I knew would get her attention. She blinked and looked down at me with those warm brown eyes, a little confused at first. But when she saw it was just me—Padfoot—her lips curled into a smile.

“Hey there, big guy,” she said softly, scratching behind my ears. Her touch was gentle, soothing, and the kind of affection I couldn’t get enough of. I leaned into her touch, letting out a contented huff as I nuzzled into her, hoping she’d give me more of the attention I was so desperately craving.

She laughed, her voice light. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

I whined softly, turning my head to look at the empty spot on the couch where the dog had just been. She followed my gaze and chuckled again.

“You don’t need to worry, Padfoot,” she said, her fingers continuing to stroke my fur. “No one can take your place. Not even if they have a cute face and a wagging tail.”

I felt my heart flutter, the words slipping into me like a warm embrace. She had no idea how much I needed to hear that. I gave her a playful bark, a sound I had learned always made her laugh.

Slowly, I felt the transformation start to reverse. My limbs grew longer, my fur faded away, and before I knew it, I was back to my human self, sitting beside her, still with the same sense of contentment I had felt as Padfoot.

She looked at me, her hand still resting on the couch, almost as if she was waiting for something. I gave her a grin, that signature grin of mine, the one I knew always had the ability to make her heart race.

“You know, Marlene,” I said, my voice low and teasing, “I don’t like sharing.”

Her smile widened, and before she could respond, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was as soft as it was urgent. She melted into it immediately, her hands cupping my face, pulling me closer.

When I finally pulled back, my forehead resting against hers, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “I’m definitely not sharing.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Instead, she just gave me that look—the one that made me feel like the luckiest bastard alive.

“I don’t think anyone would be brave enough to try,” she whispered, her voice so soft I barely heard it over the thudding of my heart.

And in that moment, everything felt right. Just me and Marlene. No dogs. No distractions. Just her and I, together.

I wasn’t going to let anyone—dog or human—take my place again.

#blackinnon #sirius x marlene #sirius black #padfoot #jealousy #harry potter

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