#marlene mckinon

[fourthemarauders]

James:"If you had one day to live, what would you do"

Marlene:"your mom"

[that-bitch-kat3]

marauders era characters by my daylist:

marlene mckinnon

[teaforthotxxx]

Not me thinking of how hinny (harry x ginny) in the books would have gone if Jegulus and Marlily raised harry!!

Like Harry def told Mary and Lily first. Cause hes tryna attract a girl. WTF DO REGULUS AND JAMES know about getting a girl? Also, he wld def ask Mary how she got Lily cause Ginny looks like Lily. I think Marlene wld pull out Mary’s old diary and show Harry a page titled “PLANS TO GET RED”!! I think Mary wouldn’t be much help but Marlene definitely had a “HOW TO GET THE CUTE SLYTHERIN” and she would cancel the word slytherin and replace it with Chaser (Ginny).

I feel like he would only really involve his dads after he gets tgt with Ginny and realises he’s broken 1918827828 friendship codes by dating his best mate’s little sister (something James knows a thing or two abt). Obviously, James would pretend he’s above it all and say “just tell Ron. I mean at worst you get beat up. Padfoot chewed all of my red converses and ate my autographed quaffle. I’m sure Ron is wayyyyyy nicer.” Of course, Harry will tune that out the same way James tuned out Arthur’s same advice. Instead, he’ll look for the diabolical slytherin aka SLYTHERIN SKITTLES for help.

Big mistake: Barty and Dorcas are laughing so hard they fall down. Pandora who already knows how this is gonna end (cause she is a seer) is sighing. Evan is trying to help but can’t because AGAIN what does he know about girls? And also he’s engaged to an only child!! Regulus AKA Professor BLACK to the rest of the students is sighing and questioning how Harry not only managed to find but also date someone who is a mix of both himself and Lily (the two great loves of James’ life).

Unable to help, Regulus will probably refer him to Sirius (consult the enemy). Sirius is probably the last one to know about Hinny (naturally, Reg and Remus found out first cause they work at Hogwarts). He is definitely very salty about it (EVEN PETE knew before him). So, Sirius wouldn’t help his godson. He’d just say something about karma after Harry sasses him for the thirtieth that day.

Eventually, Harry gives up and comes clean to Ron. He braces himself but Ron just goes “oh ok. Sorry I already knew.” He was completely fine with it cause urm Ginny is her own person? And he respects her? So, Harry relaxes. He doesn’t have to sleep in the room of requirements for fear that Ron will send a rat to him. That is until he feels two identical hands on both sides of his shoulders. Fred and George Weasley are looking down at him with matching mischievous grins. “So you’re dating our little Ginny eh?”

[lyr-caelum]

Self portrait

[gaybeanman]

What piercings do you think marauders era characters would have

[veethebeequeen]

R.I.P Marlene Mckinon you would have loved stealing your friends phones and going through them

[seriouslysam8]

Thanks for this synodic universe sam thanks for showing this version of Sirius and for Marlene mckinon i stared to follow your works after reading this one shot a potter and lupin from there i have read your moments in time universe stories tbh the way you write and describe I can just visualize that world and characters from that story u r one of the few authors i came across in fanfiction to write a story which is closer to reality hinny rather than silly lovey dove hinny which I always wanted to read and also thanks for the MIT universe which is so far my favorite in ur works thanks for entertaining us with ur works ❤️ u sam

I’m so glad you have enjoyed my writing!

I got a lot of flak while writing Brontide and was told over and over again how OOC Harry was. I think people just wanted a happy Harry with Ginny and his kids. But our boy had trauma. He went through it. Developing an unhealthy coping mechanism during a crisis isn’t far-fetched. It was really important to me to have the first half of that story be a little… well, boring. How Harry’s near-death experience and recovery from some random potions smuggler really affected his confidence. The idea that he was now not invincible bothered him. It was really the first time he didn’t come out on top in a battle. He couldn’t even fumble his way through it like he did as a kid. So, the entire addiction storyline and Harry’s gripping fear of fucking up so bad he’d lose everything he has always wanted and Ginny dismissing the signs because he’s Harry was entertaining to me. I liked that they had conflict and, in the end, it made their relationship stronger than ever. I enjoyed writing them as a real couple with real problems but who also would fight tooth and nail for each other.

I often think about Synodic and how different everyone would be. Sirius wouldn’t be nearly as damaged. He’d be able to function in a way that post-Azkaban Sirius struggled with. Sirius has something to focus all his attention on: protecting his last remaining family members. For him, that’s enough. He’s free and he has Harry and he has support where canon Sirius never did. Canon Sirius couldn’t do the one thing he wanted: have custody of Harry and protect him. Meanwhile, Harry would have a healthy trust in adults and his guardians. He would be more confident and happy. When things started to go to shit at Hogwarts, Harry would be communicating with Sirius and Marlene about what was going on. He would trust them to help. They would. They always show up.

[willow-marygreen]

The last memory of a Flower

Whumptober 2023

Day 3 : “Like crying out in an empty room, with no one except the moon” | Journal | Solitary Confinement

Warning : Mentionned Character Death

Paring : Marlene McKinnon x female reader

Words : 1380+

“Harry, I found something!”

Hermione's voice calls the two boys to order. They abandon their exploration to come take a look at Hermione's find.

“What is this? A diary?” Ron asks, looking at the object.

It is in fact a small diary bound in brown leather. The cover is damaged and the pages are yellowed and curled, as if it had been lying in water for a long time.

Hermione dusts off the cover to read the name engraved on the leather.

“Y/N L/N’s diary.”

Harry frowns, sure he's heard the name before. Then as if enlightened, he grabs the photo frame from the shelf. The image comes to life, revealing a happy group of friends, albeit a little chaotic.

Harry points at a smiling young woman. Her head buried in the neck of a blonde teenager who holds her by the shoulders. They hug each other under the teasing gaze of Sirius Black.

“It’s her, right?”

Hermione leans over to read the names written under the photo: James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettegrew, Dorcas Meadows, Mary McDonald, Y/N L/N and Marlene McKinon.

The writing on the frame indicates that the photo was taken during their sixth year. By elimination: the red-haired girl is Lily; the brunette with curly hair is Mary; and the dark-skinned one is Dorcas. Harry remembers Sirius briefly introducing them to him in an Order of the Phoenix photo during his fifth year.

“And the blonde girl is Marlene McKinon,” Harry concluded out loud.

Hermione smiles as the two teenagers laugh harder in the animated photo. “They seemed close...”

None of them are unaware that in this photo only two people survived.

Hermione turns the object in her hands uncomfortably. “Are you sure you want to read it...? This is the diary of one of the former members of the Order of the Phoenix. I don't think she has much to hide.”

Harry is about to point out that the diary was in Sirius's things, when Ron calls out to them.

“I found something else.”

He shows them a small wooden box, stored in the same drawer as the newspaper. He gently lifts the lid to reveal its contents: cut-out newspaper articles. Harry leans down to grab one.

Dorcas Meadows, murdered!

December 1981

It doesn't take more than a glance to realize that all of the articles recount the deaths of members of the Order of the Phoenix. A sad memorial to those who fought against Voldemort in the first war.

Below is the article discussing the death of Marlene McKinon. Murdered by Death Eaters with her entire family during July 1981.

The atmosphere is heavy but no one says a word to break it. Instead, Ron grabs another item. This one bears the name of the owner of the diary. He pushes the paper to the center of the table and everyone leans forward to read better.

The auror Y/N L/N, missing!

August 1981, a month after the disappearance of her close friend: Marlene McKinon. The young auror, just around twenty years old, set out on a quest for revenge. Witnesses claim to have seen her for the last time near Malfoy Manor at dawn on August 3. Patrols were launched but no trace of the young woman. It seems that the last heiress of the L/N’s is gone for good.

“August 1981…” Harry thinks out loud. “Hermione, when was the last page of the diary?”

The teenager grabs the notebook and opens it delicately. She turns the yellowed pages, taking care not to linger on the writings. Arriving at the last page, a hiccup of astonishment catches in her throat.

“Hermione?” Ron asks in a worried tone.

“August 4, 1981… The last page was written one day after her disappearance!”

All scruples gone, Harry and Ron in turn look at the diary to try to decipher the writing. There may not be any interesting information to be gleaned from this diary, but curiosity pricks them like a goad.

The writing is shaky. The black ink has smeared in certain places on the page. Lighter stains on the paper indicate the presence of tears, dried over time. The two pages are not completely filled out. The second is only a quarter of the way written. As if hypnotized, everyone begins reading.

August 4, 1981 (Malfoy Manor)

This is the last page of this diary that I will fill out. I wish I could have finished the next 100, but fate has not been kind to me.

If anyone ever reads this one day, allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Y/N, but Marlene calls me “Flower” because I remind her of the beauty of spring (according to her). I'm 23 years old, I have a group of friends and a diploma in my pocket. But in a few hours, that won't matter anymore.

They killed Marlene. Those damn Death Eaters took her away from me. My best friend, my confidante, the woman of my life. They took her from me last month.

And I've been in terrible pain ever since.

No matter how I turn the problem around, there is no future for me. Marlene was my horizon; a shoulder I could cry on; a marvel that I never stopped admiring; the person who introduced me to what “falling in love” meant.

We promised to stay together no matter what. After the war, we decided that we would fight so that people like us could get married. Then we would have a family together.

She wanted at least two children so that they would never be bored. If possible a girl and a boy. She had grown up with big brothers, she wanted our children to have the same life.

So I drew them. The day I learned she had died, I picked up a pencil and started drawing.

I drew her, the way I imagined her in ten years. I drew myself the same way. Then I painted a portrait of our children. I redrew them a good twenty times so that they corresponded to the image I had of them in my dreams.

When I was finished, I allowed myself to cry. I cried for a whole night. I cried for all the times I forbade myself.

And in the morning I had made my decision.

They say that to cast an unforgivable curse you have to want it from the bottom of your heart. And I wanted it in every cell of my body.

I have killed dozens of Death Eaters and not once have I felt regret.

There may have been teenagers in the group; Some who had only followed the crowd. But I didn't care anymore. I was returning the violence of the emotions that I had suffered the previous month.

I'm not proud of it but I'm not sorry either.

I wanted them to suffer like I suffered. I wished them death. I walked over their corpses. I didn't like it but I was too angry to realize it.

I continued until one of them stopped me. They locked me here, in the basement of the Malfoy Manor. I've been alone for an hour. Everyone who comes down here never sees the light of day again. I write by the light of the Moon. Tomorrow it will be my turn.

Narcissa promised to give this diary to Sirius. She gave me the pen with which I write. I think she feels sorry for me.

But I don't feel sorry for myself.

I regret nothing.

I did it for Marlene. I did it for what they took from me. I did it so that they would know the pain of losing a loved one in turn.

I haven't succeeded in overthrowing this stupid cult, but I have no doubt that someone will eventually.

So that one day my soul can rest in peace.

You who read this diary, I hope that this whole period is ancient history. Thank you for giving me your precious time.

Let me not let you forget me:

My name is Y/N L/N. I am 23 years old. I'm going to die tomorrow. But I don't regret it for a second.

To my dear wife; to the souls snatched by Death Eaters; to my friends ; to you dear reader. Signed: Flower.

[atyd1960]

Marlene McKinon is a Thalia Grace variant

[cardigansandtea]

card games ( i’ll bet on your crush )

They’re all in the living room of James and Sirius’s apartment, and Lily is cross-legged on the floor in front of the makeshift coffee table which, really, is just a bookshelf set down on its front. James is sat across from her, fishing a piece of boozy clementine out of his sangria glass. 

There are four incomplete decks of cards splayed out and a bottle of open gin in the middle. Someone tried to build a castle out of the red deck at one point, there are a few bits still propped up. It’s supposed to be a stupid drinking game Pete came up with four years ago but none of them can quite remember how to play, so Marlene is shouting over the phone to Frank, who has an eerily good memory, and Remus is googling confusing drinking games with too many cards to see if there’s a chance that Pete didn’t invent it, and Lily is being entirely useless because she’s had one glass too many of sangria and she can’t stop staring at the bit of hair flopping over James’s forehead.

She needs to do something with her hands because her fingers are itching to push back that curl, so she scoops up a handful of cards that’s reasonably the same size as a normal deck and fans it out so that the card faces are towards her.

“Oi, James,” she says, and he looks up at her. “Pick a card.”

“You’re shit at magic tricks,” he says, grinning easy, and picks a card anyway.

Lily hadn’t thought past this step, but she can literally see which card he’s picking because she’s an idiot and didn’t hold the deck right, it’s a three of diamonds, and he doesn’t call her on it, so she makes a whole show of shuffling and reshuffling the deck and having him put his card back in while she closes her eyes.

“If I get this right you’ve gotta bring me another drink,” she says and shuffles the cards, nearly losing them to her lap.

James pulls closer to the bookshelf-table, his elbow knocks down the remnants of the castle, and Lily loves how he listens with his whole body, shoulders leaning forward, head nodding – “…didn’t know drinks were part of the deal,” he’s saying, and how does she feel this mix of unsteady and electric when his attention is focused on her, it’s got to be the alcohol, that’s all –

“Marlene’ll back me,” she says faintly, and spreads out the cards in front of her. It’s right in the center – no, that’s a three of hearts, not of diamonds, actually the three of diamonds isn’t there at all – and she looks up and scowls at James.

“Like I said –” and he produces his card from under the table, “shit at magic tricks.”

His mouth is closed like he’s biting the inside of his cheek in the way that means he’s trying not to break out into a full laugh, and Lily doesn’t know when she started categorizing this shit. Sirius is calling his name, something about Frank telling Marlene they need one deck of cards and four bottles of gin, not the other way around, and James hasn’t looked away from her once. There’s something exhilarating about keeping his attention, but then Peter joins them on the floor and the spell breaks and, shit, she needs to be drinking to deal with this.

James is standing up, hand outstretched, and Lily is confused until, like he’s read her mind, he says, “I owe you a drink, remember?”

“More sangria, please,” she says, handing him her glass. “Extra clementine pieces.”

“Coming right up.”

He’s walking backwards to the kitchen, not breaking eye contact with her, and Lily can’t handle this right now. “Pete, hey,” she says, and fans out the deck in the same way as before so that she can see the cards. “Pick a card.”

[fourthemarauders]

Remus:"Hey,have you guys seen Peter?"

Sirius:"yeah,he was staring through the window when it started raining"

Marlene:"If it starts getting worse we should probably let him in"

Remus:

[thejilyship]

I used your Marauder Era Generator and got “Marlene looks at Marlene and said, “top or bottom?” And I think that is pretty great

Marlene would want to shag herself 

[teaforthotxxx]

Personal hc that Marlene and James went pro on different quidditch teams and every time they have a match, poor Wormtail has anxiety stomachaches. Like he wants to support his fellow Marauder but Marls is his childhood friend!!

Also, Dorcas and her friends are sitting near Marlene’s team but all of the Marauders are on James’ team!! It should be a no brainer that he sits with the marauders but he just can’t decide. Sometimes, he gets so indecisive he buys two tickets and books two seats so he can switch places during half time.

Worse still was the one time he had to cover their match for the Prophet and both Marlene and James had penalties!

[shallowgravesrp]

“Don’t doubt the silence for a quiet soldier. You never know if they walk in the darkness, the light, or a little of both.”

Marcel McKinnon

Age: Twenty-Four

House: Slytherin 

Affiliation: Order

Career: Auror

Hard stares from across the room. Black robes. Scotch. The knowledge from a new book. Pride. Snow falling on the ground. An ambush on enemies. Greens. Family. Fresh coffee in the morning. Wind howling through the trees. Cracked knuckles.  The work of quiet solider. Spells being thrown across a room.  Raging fires. Bruised hands. Quiet conversations after a long day. Divide between family. Butterbeer. Watching the stars. The thought of hope. Fighting.

What we all know: The older McKinnon has been hiding a secret since he was a child. Turns out the mother who was supposed to love and care for him did the opposite. People wondered why he was so quiet and alone during Hogwarts, but he never told them why. Having only been close to his sister, Marcel didn't have much of a friend group outside of a few friends. Some figured he would never let anyone close to him, but that all changed when he met Emmeline Vance. Their relationship grew quickly to the point that they now have a child, long before they even talked about getting married. Hopefully the world will let this happy little family last.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE

Marcel was born the first child, and only son, of a very powerful pureblood couple. His mother and father have grown up to be very strong and powerful wizards, who did everything they could to make sure their parents demands were met. The two of them didn’t believe in all the same things and often fought about which way was right, but something they seemed to agree on was the idea of raising their children to be strong, like their parents had raised them. When Marcel was born, his parents knew right away that he was going to be a strong willed and warrior of a child. Even when he was a baby, he would find his way into situations and then back out of them before his parents even noticed. As he got older, these habits only increased, until his sister was born. Marlene was the sibling that Marcel had always wanted. Someone who wasn’t as serious as his parents always were, but he knew would share in their family’s beliefs. He loved his sister from the moment she arrived and promised himself that he would always protect her, even if he knew she probably wouldn’t need it. 

Marcel had always been the child to follow in what his parents told him to do, being the strong little solider that they wanted him to be. They told him to talk with these people, and only associate with those friends, he did as such. Part of him questioned if he was going to be stuck in this kind of life forever. Unable to pick his own friends and the life he wanted to have. He would keep pretending, acting like he was okay with this life and would always follow in the path that his parents had laid out for him, always being the dutiful son, but what most people didn’t know was that Marcel had been in survival mode. His mother had a temper, and that temper often came with abuse of its own. Marcel did what he could to ensure Marlene avoided their mother’s wrath. He was doing what he could to make sure both him and his sister were okay, no matter how many hits he had to take. His father turned his cheek to the whole thing, acting as though it wasn’t happening, even though he was against it happening. Marcel was fighting to take care of Marlene where his parents failed, and fighting to survive.  Eventually it came time for him to go off to Hogwarts. While there was a part of him that felt relief to be away from his home, he still worried for the sister he was leaving behind, not trusting his father to actually protect her.  

He had gotten on the train and spent some time with friends he already knew, discussing which house they all thought they would get into. Marcel had known that he was likely for one of two houses, either Gryffindor or Slytherin. Part of him was hoping that he might get Gryffindor and follow in his father’s footsteps, for he had always favored his father. Unfortunately for him, the odds weren’t in his favor, for when the hat was placed upon his head, it almost instantly called out the name Slytherin to the crowd before him. The young boy knew he would be fine in Slytherin because he had friends who were in that house as well, but that didn’t stop him from questioning why. Why would the hat put him in a house that he clearly didn’t feel right for? The answer to that question came a few years later, when Marcel was faced with a situation of his own. A friend he had made from another house admitted that he was a muggle born student, which was overheard by some of Marcel’s friend. Soon he watched as they teased and tried to bully the muggle student, calling for Marcel to join them. This was when Marcel knew that he had a choice; He could become just like the majority of people in house, or he could prove that while he had the attributes of a Slytherin, he was still a good man who believed in everyone having a right to magic. 

Deciding to defend the muggle student seemed to seal Marcel’s fate. He was now left with little friends in his own house, but he honestly didn’t care. In all actuality, having less people to deal with gave Marcel the chance to do more school work and learn more about everything and anything he could. He spent the next four years constantly reading books and giving himself the opportunity to thrive in just about any subject he could. His dorm would always be surrounded by books and notes, and even some Quidditch equipment after practice. While his parents hadn’t initially been happy about what he did, eventually his father told him that he was proud of his son standing up for what he believed in, even if his mother wasn’t. 

Once he was out of school, Marcel knew already that he wanted to be an Auror. That day he was able to stand up and defend that student, the times he did it afterward helped convince him what he was supposed to do in life. With the additional fact that tensions were starting to grow high in his family and he wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, Marcel moved into London and got himself a little apartment, and applied to start training with the Aurors. This was another chance in his life to prove himself and prove that he was more than just his name. He wasn’t just going to be a little solider in his life that did every little thing his parents told him. There was more to life and more to him than that. Outside of work, his personal life hadn’t had much going for it, until Emmeline Vance walked into his life. 

Marcel had been good at keeping a distance from people, letting people paint him as this mysterious person that no one knew anything about, but Emmeline was different. Something about her kept pulling him back in. The longer they were together, the more he wanted to be around her. The more he wanted to get to know her. However, what he really wasn’t expecting was the news that she was pregnant so early into their relationship. As was expected, he was shocked and knocked off his feet a little bit, but he didn’t miss a beat in being on board. While he never really imagined himself being able to have a family outside of an arranged marriage, he was excited to have this chance with Emmeline. While it wasn’t the ideal situation, they made the best of it and are now parents to a beautiful baby girl. Marcel, being the protective and loyal person he was, now finds himself doing what he can to keep his little family safe. 

From a distance Marcel had watched as the war continued to brew out in the world, and even watched up close as it started to tear his family apart. Soon enough, Marcel’s mother was deciding to leave their families home, deciding she didn’t want to be with her husband anymore. Marcel tried to talk some sense into her, tried to tell her that they could still be a family, but she wasn’t willing to listen. Some might tell the story that he had choice at this point, to either go with his mom or stay with his dad, but there was no choice for Marcel. He stood next to his father and sister as they watched their mother walk out the door. He didn’t know if they would ever speak to her again, or if she would even be willing to come together a family in the future, when things were over. What he did know what that there was a war out there, and it was his turn to fight. 

EMMELINE VANCE - Marcel had heard of Emmeline through working at the ministry, but it wasn't until he met her that he felt this strong connection to her. He couldn't say what it was, but she somehow worked her way into his life. Now they have a daughter together and he honestly has never felt happier, but he just hopes it lasts.

MARLENE MCKINNON - Marcel has always been close with his sister, making sure to take care of her when she needed it. When it came to their mother's abuse, he never told Marlene about it and made sure she never felt any of it. He would always do what it took in order to make sure she was safe.

AMYCUS CARROW - Amycus always acted like he knows better than anyone, and he's been like that ever since Marcel has known him. While they both kept to themselves for the most part, the moments Marcel does have to spend with Amycus are ones he loathes.

Marcel McKinon currently a CLOSED role with the faceclaim of Chris Wood. He is played by Admin Katie.

[petrificushq]

welcome back to hogwarts marlene mckinnon! make sure you’ve unpacked your trunk within the next 24 hours or peeves will empty it in the halls! 

welcome back to hogwarts amity chamberlin! make sure you’ve unpacked your trunk within the next 24 hours or peeves will empty it in the halls! marlene mckinnon and maia mitchell are now TAKEN. please make sure to follow everyone and track our tags and make sure you’re up to date on what triggers must be tagged

amity chamberlin and benedetta porcaroli are now TAKEN. please make sure to follow everyone and track our tags and make sure you’re up to date on what triggers must be tagged. 

isn’t that AMITY CHAMBERLIN? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SEVENTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like BENEDETTE PORCAROLI… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees a string of ivory pearls around a slim neck and a quaffle tight in hand, rips in clean stockings, muddy scuffs on new shoes, holding a wand behind their ear, flushed pink cheeks, and bloodied up knees paired with a smile, i’ve heard they’re pretty LAIDBACK, CREDULOUS, and COMPETITIVE. apparently they’re a MUGGLE BORN but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ victoria : est : 25 : she/her ]

isn’t that MARLENE MCKINON? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SIXTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like MAIA MITCHELL … whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees morning runs, falling snow, a gentle touch,pulling your hair into a pony tail, a broom and sideye . anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty CHARMING, STUBBORN, and HONEST. apparently they’re a HALFBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ lu : cod: 22 : she/her ]