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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 23: The Loss in the Trust: Part II

 (May 1st, 1980)



 

“I guess we should follow up,” Peter said carefully as Dorcas looked after the closed door curiously. She didn’t speak for a while, but grabbed a handbag from the counter.

“We should follow up,” she said absentmindedly. Peter frowned and snorted lightly, holding out his hand to Dorcas.

“I know,” he spoke slowly, smiling briefly at Dorcas as her eyes focused on the door again.

“Let’s go.” Dorcas’ body disappeared first, and Peter’s followed soon after.

 




Peter looked around Dorcas’ shoulder and saw the back of Sirius’ head disappear into the crowd of photographers. “I think we’re good to go in.” Dorcas put on a great smile as they approached the bunch of flashing lights, but Peter cowered slightly behind her as they walked through the aisle towards Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“We’ve got it easy tonight, I think,” Dorcas whispered to Peter as Kingsley let them through. “We just get to sit, listen, and eat!”

“I think we’re supposed to be doing a bit more than that,” Peter said warily. Dorcas waved her hand at him as they approached their table in the back of the hall quickly. Peter pulled out a chair for her, and Dorcas sat gracefully.

“Let the Purebloods worry about the work tonight, I say.” She raised a glass of champagne to no one in particular, and swallowed it without hesitation.

“Yeah,” Peter grumbled, ducking his head as another round of couples came in through the entrance.

“Everything okay, Pete?” Peter nodded furiously, but said nothing more as another crowd came through. “What are you afraid you’ll see Mary here with another date?” Peter snapped his head up and sighed with irritation. “Sorry. Sirius told me you’ve got a thing for her.” Dorcas shrugged and leaned her chin on her hand. “And Marlene’s told me she’s got a thing for girls, so I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Damn it, Dorcas, I know!” Peter exclaimed softly. Dorcas put up her hands in defense and laughed at Peter’s sudden outburst.

“No need to get all twitchy. Where has she been, anyway?” Peter took a sip of his champagne as Crouch stood up at a podium in the front of the large ballroom.

“The induction is starting.” Dorcas rolled her eyes at his blunt avoidance, but said nothing more as Crouch started his introduction.     

 




 

“So I don’t get it,” Dorcas said, frowning as she and Peter danced clumsily on the edge of the dance floor. “What is your and Mary’s relationship like?” Peter avoided looking into Dorcas’ eyes as she rambled on about Mary. “Do you just like comfort her and pick her up from work and then she goes to a girl’s house for sex? Or what?”

“Shut up, Meadowes.”

“Oh, I haven’t heard that one in a while. Nice comeback,” she teased sarcastically. “But honestly, what’s it like?”

“Just because you and Sirius are fighting,” Peter said bravely, puffing out his chest and aiming to step on Dorcas’ foot.

“Oh, you’ll have to be quicker than that,” she teased again, kicking back her foot as Peter searched for her foot on the ground to stomp on. “Sirius and I aren’t fighting. Unless he told you we are. Then I suppose maybe we are. But stop stalling, tell me about Mary.”

“There is nothing to tell,” he gritted out between his teeth as the song died down and came to a close.  Dorcas opened her mouth and tried to stop herself from smiling, but it overcame her lame attempt.

“That’s far more interesting, I’m afraid.” The two sat back down at their table, and Dorcas picked up her newly filled glass. “So she doesn’t know?” Peter ignored Dorcas and picked up a piece of bread from a basket in the center of the table. He knocked hands with a woman who sat across the way from him, and he smiled awkwardly at her.

“Sorry,” he murmured. The woman’s cheeks poked up like cherries as she smiled back, and she dropped the bread on her plate.

“No worries,” she said smoothly. “I am Narcissa Malfoy, and you are?” Peter swallowed deeply, and suddenly grew a rather pinkish tinge.

“Peter Pettigrew,” he introduced quietly. “This is Dorcas Meadowes,” he said, his head bowed lowly. Dorcas stuck out her hand stanchly and looked Narcissa directly in the eye.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said roughly, sticking her smile to her face as if her life depended on it. The other people at the table didn’t notice much, but the tension between the three was incredibly thick.

“It’s all mine.” Dorcas and Narcissa shook hands tightly, neither relenting first until Peter cleared his throat pointedly.  

“I’m sure you’ve heard of my husband, Lucius Malfoy,” she continued as the two other guests began listening in indiscreetly. Lucius turned to face the two, and was met with the same plaster-like smiles that Narcissa was given.

“Yes I’m sure I have,” Dorcas said stonily. Lucius’ smile looked suspiciously like a hyena's that was stalking its prey.

“So this is the pretty blonde that your cousin has taken a liking to,” he snarled back. He extended his hand, and Dorcas let hers fall into it. He bent over the table and kissed her skin lightly, making Dorcas cringe visibly. She ripped her hand back and let it fall to her thigh where her wand was stowed.

“I think it’s time we had some wine.” Peter stood up immediately and held out a hand for Dorcas. His eyes flipped between the three of them, and as no one protested, he dragged Dorcas from the table. “Can’t we catch a break?” he asked himself as they headed to the bar.

“No, don’t you see? This is perfect!” Dorcas exclaimed excitedly, jumping slightly as they walked briskly. “They can’t cause any problems with us right there.” Dorcas leaned against the bar. “Vodka rocks,” she said causally to the tender. He frowned at her, and she rolled her eyes. “Bloody wizards. Ice with my vodka!” She looked back at Peter who was staring off into space absently. “Cheer up! At least we ‘ve got something to do now!”

“Don’t be so naïve, Dorcas. You think we’d be able to stop them from doing anything?” he asked somberly. The bar tender gave Dorcas her drink and she winked at him. 

“It’s better than no one being there at all, you’ve got to admit,” she compromised, taking a sip of her drink.

“Why does it always have to be me, though?” he groaned into his palms. Dorcas put her drink down and pursed her lips pitifully at Peter’s back.

“I do think you’re being a tad dramatic there, Pete.”

 




 

“Ha!” Lily bragged, placing down her seven-letter word on the wooden board. “Do you want to stop now?” she asked James, tallying her score and showing him that she was winning by ninety points. James stuck his tongue out at her as she collected seven new pieces from the bag and placed on her Scrabble tray.

“I didn’t grow up with this game. It’s not fair,” he protested. Lily watched him intently as he chewed his lip and scanned his letters for a word worthy of Lily’s expertise. He picked up four letters and connected them to an s that was already laid on the board. Lily twisted her head to read his word.

“You can’t use names, James,” she sighed, wiping James’ pieces back off the board.

“No, no, no, it’s okay!” he said hopefully, grabbing the pieces back from her. “James is plural, right? So it’s like if I’m James, then people describe other people with my name! Like, ‘Oh, he’s such a Jame!” Lily blinked slowly and shook her head at her husband. He smiled innocently in an effort to convince her and nodded earnestly. Lily shook her head. “Fine,” he sighed, putting his pieces back on his tray. He picked up three pieces and laid them on the board, looking up at Lily for confirmation.

“Oh that’s so sweet,” she gushed, smiling down at James six-point word.

“Cats is definitely a word, Lily,” he said seriously, squinting at her from behind his glasses.

“I know,” she mused giddily, leaning back against the bed behind her smugly, writing down the score.

“Let me see that,” James said skeptically. Lily handed him the pad raising her arms in defense as he whipped it away from her. He went to check her math quickly, but tossed it to the side in angst. “I can’t tell if you’re making these numbers up or not,” he grumbled, launching himself from the floor as the timer on the counter sounded.

“No!” Lily groaned, throwing her head back as her husband took out a bottle from the cabinet and began picking out pills. “Honestly! Couldn’t wizards have come up with some substitution for pre-natal pills?”

“Now look who’s whining,” he crooned, cutting two of her pills in half and bringing them over to the living room floor. He sat next to her and took a glass of water off the table. “Where’s your muggle math to help you now?”

“Oh shut it,” she griped. She held out her hand, and James put the pill halves and a capsule into in. “You’re just jealous.” She tilted her head back and threw the pills in her mouth. He held out the glass, and she threw the water back into her mouth, too. She shivered slightly as she took them down. “I hate pills. And this.” She pointed at her belly and sneered at James as he smirked at her listlessly.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, crawling over and kissing her stomach gently. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her. She closed her eyes as James rubbed her stomach softly, and he pulled himself to sit next to her. Lily leaned her head back against the couch and smiled as James’ hand stopped on the side of her stomach.

“Yeah. He’s kicking,” she explained. She could feel James smiling at her, and that made her smile even more. James chuckled quietly and kissed Lily’s shoulder.

“Just three more months, Lil. You’ve got this.” Lily didn’t say anything, but sighed and licked her lips.

“I think it should be Marlene.” Lily peeled open her eyes and stared at the dim light that hung above her head.

“Really?” Lily snickered at James’ poor attempt to mask his excitement.

“Yes, really James.” She turned her head to look at him, and found a childish grin on his face. “She’s basically your sister.” Lily attempted to heave herself up from the floor, and James held her elbow gently as she stood. She stretched her arms back, and James let go of her arm as she acquired her balance. “Plus, it’s not my job to worry about who likes who.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I swear neither of them have grown up at all.” James laughed too and picked up the two glasses of water from the table.

“You’re right. Just because they’re our age doesn’t mean they have our maturity level,” he called haughtily to Lily as she started her way up the stairs.

“Oh don’t clump yourself in with me, James. I’m the one with the child,” she leveraged. He placed the glasses in the sink and turned off the lights to the first floor of the house. He took the stairs two steps at a time until he caught up with Lily.

“I know, Lily. Still. I’ve matured!” Lily smiled gently as James tried to convince her of his development. “I remembered to turn the lights out and everything!”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck with two kids in three months,” she groaned, leaning on the banister slightly and clutching her stomach. 


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