Sirius finds Marlene beaten up in the streets and takes care of her, for anon.
It hasn’t been the first time that Marlene and Sirius fought. Usually it was over nothing, and they would make up very soon, even after yelling and insulting each other. But this time, their fight ended differently.
They were already fighting on their way to the muggle club. As usual, they fought so loudly that they ended up forgetting why they were mad at each other in the first place. That resulted in a pissed off couple trying to make each other jealous in a club. They spent the night separatedly, Sirius having his arm swinging on a rather fit lady’s shoulders, while Marlene let a muscular man buy her a drink. Occasionally, they glanced at each other and made sure that they were being seen.
But after sometime, Sirius was unable to find Marlene among the crowd. He frowned, his pulse speeding up as he let go of the lady he was standing with to look for his girlfriend. But she was nowhere to be found. Thinking she might have leaved to club to have a smoke, and hoping that she wasn’t with that bloke he saw her with, he walked out into the fresh air. But she wasn’t near the entrence.
"Marlene?" He called. A few people turned around to look at him, but Marlene didn’t respond.
He quickly walked down the street they had arrived from earlier in the evening, calling her name again and again, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, a cry echoed in the silence, a couple of feet away from him. A cry he could have recognized even in the loud club.
He ran down the street, glancing in every possible directions to find her, until the street crooked to the right. A couple of meters away from him, a hiccoughing silhouette was curled in a ball on the ground. Sirius’ heart sank in his chest.
"Marls?" He breathed, hurrying towards the silhouette.
Marlene gasped and looked up at him. Her left eye was bruised and swollen. Her lip was cut, and her nose was bleeding. Tears were rushing down her face, blending with her own blood.
"Sirius!" She whimpered, her arms clutching her stomach.
He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, taking her in his arms. She sobbed and hiccoughed on his chest, shaking uncontrollably and still clutching her stomach tightly. He hushed her, rocking her back and forth gently.
"Who did that to you?" He asked through his clenched jaw.
Marlene’s sobs grew quieter, but she didn’t answer. Sirius pulled back and cupped her face with his hands, looking into her red eyes. He could barely recognize her. She looked so small, so different from the sassy and loud girl he knew. He needed to know who took her away from him.
“Tell me.” he ordered.
Marlene’s eyes filled with tears once more, and a hiccup escaped her lips. She shook her head.
"It’s my fault… it’s all my fault…" She whispered, as if something was stuck in her throat and didn’t allow any sound to come out of her lips.
Sirius’ eyes shut on their own, and his jaw clenched even more. He knew it was his fault. If he had acted like the man her was, and not like a teenager, he would have stayed with her, and should would have been okay.
"I’m going to kill him."
"No! Sirius, please!" Marlene cried, gripping his wrists. "Please forget about it… he’s gone, it’s over…"
He looked down at her, his own eyes burning. He wiped her tears with his thumbs, still cupping her face, and bent down to press his lips against her forehead.
"I’m sorry." He whispered.
Marlene’s eyes filled with tears again, and she leaned against him once more, sitting on his lap. Sirius brought her closer and rested his chin on the top of her head, fighting to cool down.
"Nobody will ever touch you again, Marls." He said, dropping a kiss on her head. "I promise."