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Valour by blackballet

Format: Novel
Chapters: 45
Word Count: 100,067
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, James, Lily, Sirius, Pettigrew, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 08/07/2013
Last Chapter: 06/05/2016
Last Updated: 01/12/2017

Summary:
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Life goes on

But so does death

 

          Innocence and arrogance combine in a story about eight newly-graduated revolutionaries. 


Chapter 20: The Fate in the Family

 (January 13th, 1980)



 

“What was all that about?” Professor McGonagall demanded as she burst into Professor Dumbledore’s office. Albus Dumbledore put his head into his heads and sighed deeply.

“Please call the Potters and the Longbottoms. I need to speak with them immediately.” Her mouth fell open in exasperation and she crinkle her thin eyebrows. “And Minerva,” he added, raising a finger before she left the room. “I must ask that you tell no one of this.” She nodded without question, and pursed her lips tightly.




“What is this about, Professor?” Lily asked, eyeing the small, recently revived Phoenix as it stretched it wings gently.

“I’m afraid there is some terrible news.” Lily and Alice shared a glance, both realizing that they only had one thing in common: their children. “I have recently interviewed someone for the Divination post, and she came out with a revelation at the close of our meeting.” James clutched Lily’s hand tighter as her eyes flickered around the room in order to avoid Dumbledore’s eyes.

“What did it say?” Frank asked bluntly, his jaw trembling as Alice’s eyes teared. Dumbledore’s mouth hung open for a second before he found the proper words.

“The prophecy referred to a child born of July, a child that is born of parents who have thrice defied Lord Voldemort.” Everyone excepting Lily cringed at his blatant use of the name.

“What does this mean?” Alice wondered aloud, holding her stomach closely.

“It means that one of your children will have the power to vanquish Lord Voldemort.” Lily’s jaw trembled similarly to Frank’s, and her teeth chattered loudly.

“What do we do? Is this a good or a bad thing?” Frank asked as he wrapped an arm around Alice’s shoulders.

“Are you mad?” James asked dangerously. “Of course it’s a bad thing, this is a terrible thing!” He slammed his hands on Dumbledore’s desk and shoved the books that were stacked on his desk. “Do you know what happens if he finds out?” James whispered turning back on Lily whose tears were streaming down her cheeks as she caressed her stomach. “You both will be killed,” he said firmly, looking between Alice and Lily.

“Enough, James!” Frank yelled roughly, spit flying across the room.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Potter is correct.” Lily tugged James’ arm, and he sat back down next to her moodily, huffing and pushing his hair out of his face. “I advise that you go into hiding. It is far too dangerous for you to be seen pregnant.”

“Wouldn’t that be noticeable?” Lily asked through her tears. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “If we just disappeared?” James rolled his eyes and leaned his head back on the edge of his chair.

“I’m sorry, Miss Evans. It is too dangerous, for yourselves and the children, to be out in the field. I recommend going into hiding immediately.”

“I can’t coop myself up at home for six months,” Alice said in frustration. She leaned forward on her knees and went to push her hair back, but found her long locks missing in her pixie haircut. “I can’t do it!” She looked pleadingly at Frank and shook her head.

“Again, unfortunately, this is not simply about you or Miss Evans, Miss Fortescue. This is about the future of the Wizarding World.” Lily wound her red hair in her fingers, but stayed silent.

“You’re not using my baby as bait for Voldemort,” James said simply. He crossed his arms as Lily continued with her nervous habit.

“You’re right, Mr. Potter. We’re not. But you are going into hiding. I’m sure we can all agree that is the best course of action.”

“How do you even know it’s us?” Alice blurted out, her red eyes blinking rapidly. “It could, it could be,” she muttered, searching for another name, person, couple, that it could be.

“Faced him thrice? That’s us,” James said dejectedly as Alice whimpered quietly. “I can’t believe this,” he said sadly, running his hands up and down his thighs anxiously.

“I know it’s in no way ideal. If there’s anything I can-“

“Ideal?” Frank sputtered in anger. “Ideal.” Frank stood up suddenly and kicked the books that James had previously thrown off the table. “My wife could be carrying the savior of the Wizarding World and you’re worried that the situation is not ideal?” Dumbledore adjusted his glasses calmly, and slid back in his chair slightly as Frank continued his raging rant. “We haven’t had an ideal life for four years! Hell, I can’t remember the last time I felt like my situation was ideal!”

“Frank,” Alice counseled, placing a hand on his. He breathed out heavily, flaring his nostrils at Dumbledore, who took the silent moment to stand up. “It’s not his fault.”

“She’s right,” Lily inserted. Frank sat down, and he and James shared a strange look. “We’re lucky she professed to Dumbledore and not You-Know-Who.” Lily took a breath in slowly, and let it out even slower. James opened his mouth to protest again, but Lily placed her hand over his to silence him. “What does going into hiding entail?” she breathed out as calmly as possible.

“It’s not nearly as intimidating as it sounds,” Dumbledore explained evenly. “Staying out of the Order is the most difficult part of this.”

“That doesn’t apply to us, does it?” Frank asked worrisomely, referencing himself and James. Alice looked to him in incredulity, her mouth hanging open.

“Frankie!” Frank didn’t turn his head to look back at Alice, who was now distraught over the fact that her husband would desert her in such a time.

“You may consider this applicable to you, but you would technically still be working. We would need you to watch over Miss Evans and Miss Fortescue respectively as protectors for the Order.” James nodded on agreement, but Frank cursed under his breath.

“Wouldn’t it be more obvious if we all suddenly fell off the face of the earth?” Frank asked angrily. Dumbledore shook his head again, more fervently this time.

“Right now, nothing is the safe thing to do except stay in hiding!” he growled, slamming his hand on the table. The four young witches and wizards silenced as their stoic leader lost his temper. “As I mentioned,” he continued, reclaiming his calm demeanor and catching the gaze of each former student, “this is not about you anymore.”

 




 

(February 14th, 1980)

 

Lily folded her pile of laundry from the basket tiredly. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she began sweating again. Sweating, eating, and then vomiting. She did a lot of that.

“James! Would you turn down the heat?” yelled Lily up from the basement. She heard James’ heavy feet thumping down the stairs and rolled her eyes in anticipation. Lily looked over her shoulder to James, who stood by the door wrapped in a scarf and a large sweater.

“I had to nick this from Moony,” James said, crossing his arms and motioning to his woolen jumper.

“C’mon James,” she whined, tossing down the mismatched socks in her hand. “I can’t stop sweating!” James’ mouth twitched as Lily complained, and he took his wand out of his pocket. He cast a cooling spell over her from across the room, and she sighed in relief. “Thank you,” Lily snarled. “I guess you’ll just have to keep doing that every ten minutes instead of just turning down the freaking heater,” she grumbled to herself, tossing down the last pair of trousers into the basket of folded clothes and going to pick up the basket.

“Let me carry that on up.” James walked over to her casually, ruffling his hand through his hair before Lily held up a finger at him. He stopped in his tracks and scoffed as Lily pulled herself up from her seat and pulled her wand out from her hair.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” The basket lifted up easily, and Lily scooched her way past James, letting the basket hit his arm as she headed up the stairs. James scoffed again and headed up after Lily.

“I made dinner,” James said hopefully as Lily put the laundry at the foot of the basement door and wiped her hands on her shorts.

“I can’t eat James. Otherwise I’m going to throw up again.” Lily put her wand back into her hair and rubbed the back of her sweat-sheened neck. “Thanks though. I guess you’re right, there is a first time for everything,” she bit back bitterly.

“Merlin, Lily. Everything’s got to be a problem now, doesn’t it?” Lily’s green eyes searched James’ body while he tapped his foot fretfully against the floor. Her hands went to her hips, and her chin poked out as she glared at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James pushed his glasses onto his forehead and opened his mouth before Lily cut him off. “I’m going to bed.” She turned on the spot and rounded the corner to the staircase, taking a small breath before heading up the stairs. James came after her again, and caught up to her, taking the stairs two steps at a time. He caught her arm as she went to open their bedroom door, and Lily turned around reluctantly.

“What is wrong with you?” James let her wrist go as she faced him openly.

“I’m just tired,” she said again, clutching her stomach and raising an eyebrow at James to challenge her.

“Oh, enough with the stomach thing, Lil,” James derided, ripping her arm off her stomach. “You’re four months pregnant, not nine.”

“Ha!” she laughed, leaning herself against the wall on her arm. “I’m surprised you noticed,” she emphasized, tilting her head with each word. She pushed herself off the wall and opened their bedroom door. James followed her in and slammed the door behind him. Lily looked back at him as the door resounded in their large room, and she frowned deeply, seething through her teeth.

“What are you talking about? I have been nothing but supportive!” James braced himself on their bedpost as he yelled dryly.

“What, by offering to carry the laundry? What about all the times I tried to get you to discuss names with me? What about the time I heard you calling Sirius on your stupid little mirror, telling him you didn’t know if you could do this?” she asked haggardly. “No, James, I simply don’t care to fight you on this anymore. I’m having the baby, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it,” she said simply as she began removing her thin tee shirt.

“Don’t you dare throw that in my face,” James argued, following her into the bathroom. “I have been stuck in this house for a month because of that baby, and I still am. Do you know what that’s like for me?”

“Oh, poor Jamsie,” she mocked, putting out her lower lip and waving her hands as she taunted him. “How will ickle-James ever survive a couple more months in captivity with his wife?” Lily clenched her jaw and eyed James as he mulled over her words in frustration.

“I don’t want to say it,” he muttered, “I don’t want to say it.”

“Say it,” she tempted him, her mouth shaking in anticipation. James walked out of the bathroom and Lily threw down her hairbrush as she now followed him. “Don’t be afraid, James, say it!” Her voice carried through the house and echoed in the high ceiling of their suite-sized room. He took off the watch that he carried on his left wrist and put it next to his wand, which he laid down on his nightstand. “Say it or I’m leaving.”

James whipped around and appraised Lily, testing her will, as she walked over to their large closet and swung the French doors open dramatically.

“I can stay with my family,” she reasoned, kneeling and pulling a suitcase from under the dresser that stood next to the doors. “Petunia and Vernon are away, so there’ll be no trouble, and I’m sure dad would love to know.” She stuffed her clothes in the trunk haphazardly, not bothering to check what she put in there.

“Don’t be dramatic,” he sighed, sitting on the bed and removing his shoes. Lily slammed it shut, and locked the case with a snap. James peeked at Lily, and his mouth tightened warily as she stood proudly. They locked eyes, battling silently before Lily headed to the door stormily. “Lily wait.” James stood in the doorway until he heard Lily’s feet pattering back down the stairs. “You have no shirt!” he exclaimed. He launched himself from the doorframe and tumbled down the stairs after her as he heard the front door slam shut. He swung the door open, and cursed quietly as he saw the downpour that was occurring. “Get back inside, you can’t catch cold!”

“Say it, or I’m going,” she warned, grabbing her wand and brandishing it at him dangerously. James spit water out of his mouth and wiped his eyes, not used to rain falling into his eyes instead of his glasses.

“Fine!” The rain drowned out the noise of their heavy breathing. “I told you so.” Lily shook her head at him and stormed back towards the front door where he sagged tiredly. She pushed her suitcase into his arms as she walked back to the house angrily, and left the door hung open as she headed back inside.

“I really can’t believe you.” She took to the stairs again, walking up slower this time and clutching her stomach. James put his hand on her lower back, and she didn’t flinch, but didn’t react to his touch either.

They took the stairs, one step at a time, silently but tensely until they reached the landing. Lily’s cheeks were tinged red, as red as her lips, as red as her hair. They faced each other but didn’t look each other in the eyes. Lily bit her lip, and James scrunched his mouth up. “Let me just,” she muttered, trying to head into their bedroom but bumping into James as he moved the same way she did. They danced awkwardly until James stopped moving and Lily slid past him.

Lily’s wet hair was slicked against her skin, and licked paths of water down her arms and torso. She picked up a towel from the shelf just inside their bedroom and threw it around her shoulders, taking her hair out from under it and flicking James with rainwater in the process.

Lily walked around the bed to her side and pulled open a drawer on her nightstand. “I think I’m going to sleep in the guestroom tonight,” she said quietly, squatting down and picking out a pajama set.

“Lily,” James groaned, swinging his leg back and forth, kicking the wooden floor repetitively.

“Don’t. It’s fine. Really.” Lily walked back around the bed, flicking her light out with her wand and stood across from James in the hallway. He gazed down at her sadly, but Lily simply tucked her hair behind her ear and avoided his gaze. James clenched his teeth together and trailed his hand along Lily’s jawline. He leaned forward for a kiss, but Lily put her hand on his chest and ducked her head into her neck.

“Goodnight, James,” she said unobtrusively. She inched past him again as he stood still in the center of the hallway, and headed to the last door on the left. James didn’t move until after he’d heard the door click shut. 


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