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Valour by blackballet

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

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

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Life goes on

But so does death


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

Chapter 27: The Bump in the Baby

 (July 31st, 1980)


“This is Neville Longbottom,” Alice said fondly, cradling him in her arms as a nurse handed her son to her for the first time since last night. Dorcas looked on in awe. She sat back in the chair next to Alice’s bed, and smiled widely at her new godson.

“I can’t believe you’ve asked me to be godmother,” she said, holding a hand up to her mouth as she yawned slightly. Frank sat in the opposite chair to Dorcas, and he snored unobtrusively, his head bobbing to the side.

“Of course we would! Wouldn’t we, Neville?” she cooed happily, toying with his fingers playfully. The infant yawned after Dorcas and began crying quietly.

“Would you like to try feeding him?” the nurse asked from Alice’s other side, and she nodded peacefully, looking on at Neville with a serenity even as he screamed.

“I’ll come back later, then,” Dorcas said, standing up to escort herself out. “I’ve got to check on my patients anyway,” she appeased Alice as she opened her mouth to protest. “You spend some quality time with my godson, okay?” Alice nodded again, and let the nurse attempt to help her feed Neville as Dorcas shut the door behind her.

She slid down the wall, thanking to Merlin that Alice had not thought to ask about Lily. She wiped her forehead, and stood back up, heading to the door that other interns and nurses her age kept rushing in and out of. She took a deep breath, and let her mouth drop open as she saw her friend Amie running out of Lily’s room, her front coated with blood, her gloved hands soaked.

She continued walking slowly, afraid to walk into the room where her friend was still suffering after 20 hours of delayed labor. She heard more cries coming from the room, and the volume varied as the door continued swinging open and shut. Others ushered more blood into the room.

Dorcas approached the door finally, and was shouldered by a nurse who was probably rushing off to fetch more blood. More medicine. More something. She stepped into the room, and the full force of the situation hit her. James was leaned over Lily desperately, whispering into her ear as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice was raw, and it was clear she had been screaming all night.

“Meadowes, there you are!” Healer Kelpie said quickly. “I need you to take over here.” Dorcas hovered in the doorway as blood spilled out of Lily’s cervix and across the floor. “We’re doing an emergency C, and I need you to watch the cervix.” Dorcas walked emptily over to Kelpie’s seat, and took it. She looked under the wrappings they’d put over Lily’s knees, and horror crossed her face.

Lily was so under-dilated. For someone who had been in labor as long as she had, she should’ve torn naturally by now.

“Meadowes, you can heal up the cervix now! I’m in the uterus!” Dorcas cleared her throat, and took her wand out of her hair, sticking it in her teeth.

“Scrub me!” she said through her wand, holding up her hands for the nurses to wash and glove.

“There you are, Eckhart!” Healer Kelpie yelled out again as a colleague of hers walked into the disaster. He took a stance behind Dorcas as the nurses finished preparing her, taking an interest in his intern’s work.

 She took her wand back in her now prepared hands, and held the tip of her wand at Lily. Dorcas bit her lip gently, remembering the spell to heal such delicate tissue. The wand sealed together Lily’s skin seamlessly, stopping the bleeding from her cervix.

“James, she needs to stop pushing!” Dorcas yelled over the commotion of the C-section that her superior was performing. The sealant Dorcas had put into place began to falter, and she tended back to Lily as James soothed her, telling her not to push.

“Baby’s out,” Kelpie snapped, handing him off to another doctor in the room and getting to work sealing Lily’s stomach back up. “Eckhart, take over here,” she said, getting up from her chair only to be replaced by the man in his forties. “Meadowes, let me see.” She shooed Dorcas out of her seat, and Dorcas gladly relieved herself, throwing off her gloves and taking a place next to Lily.

“It’s almost over, Lily,” she said softly to her. Lily was completely incoherent at that point. Loaded up on epidurals and calming solutions, she was screaming nonsense to the room. Dorcas looked over at James from her side, and furrowed her brows.

She’d never seen James genuinely cry. His eyes were red and puffy, his glasses barely clinging to his face. Lily’s screams had subsided, and she was now just sobbing. Dorcas felt bad that she was happy that Lily was crying, but her ears were secretly rejoicing.

The chaotic room quieted down as Healer Kelpie took her hands away from Lily. Lily’s sniffles and sobs became almost silent, and everyone began filing out respectfully. James collapsed over Lily’s body, holding her tightly. Lily let out a loud sigh of relief as Healer Eckhart lowered the stirrups, and her legs flexed out over the bed.

“Can I hold him?” she asked weakly into James’ shoulder. James sat up and wiped his hair back, shaking slightly and panting from exhaustion.

“Just for a moment,” Healer Kelpie said sternly, sitting up from her chair and walking over to the small crib where he was being tended to. She picked him up carefully, and handed him to Lily.

“Oh,” Lily said quietly, giving her vocal cords a rest. James put a hand behind the small infants head, giving him the extra support that Lily just couldn’t exert right now.

James moved in closer, stroking back Lily’s hair as she looked down in amazement at her little boy. “I love you,” she whispered calmly, tears falling down her face. She made sure that no tears fell onto his blanket. “I love you so much. And we are going to protect you, okay?” she promised to the new-born boy.

“Harry. It’s got to be Harry,” James murmured into Lily’s temple as he kissed her head. Lily closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Her own green eyes stared back up at her curiously.

“Harry James Potter.”

“It’s called Placenta Previa. We had no idea it was happening until we got in there. It is extremely rare to happen so late in a pregnancy, and there were no signs of it or Lily’s chances of prolonged labor in any previous labs,” Healer Kelpie told James, reading off a now bulging chart on Lily and her pregnancy. “She should be fine, but we’re going to keep her at least a couple of days for observation.” She paused and smiled at Harry who was resting in his father’s tired arms.

“But Lily will be okay? And Harry?” Healer Kelpie nodded, and shut her chart with a snap.

“They should be fine,” she soothed, smiling lightly at James. “Your son is doing surprisingly well,” she said, motioning to Harry. “Your wife is still in intensive care, but that’s really just a precaution. We’re working on strengthening the tissue that ripped during labor and surgery, and that should be done in a couple of hours.” James nodded again, his mouth slackening. “If you have any further questions, you can direct them to Meadowes. She’s been assigned to your wife, and is one of the brightest gynecological interns we’ve had in years.” James’ eyes widened as Harry let out a sudden cry, and he began rocking back and forth instinctually.

“Thank you. For everything.” Healer Kelpie’s wand glowed suddenly, and she looked down, placing a hand on James’ forearm and nodding politely.

“It’s my job, Mr. Potter,” she said, smiling grimly and turning the corner hastily.


(August 6th, 1980)


“How is Lily?” Remus asked as he held Harry in the crook of his elbow.

“She’s stable,” Dorcas and James said in unison for a third time. They shared a glance, each smiling in their exhaustion.

“Moony. He gave you Harry for a reason, alright? Let them sleep,” Sirius cooed into Harry’s face.

“Oi, back off!” Remus complained, kicking Sirius back and holding Harry’s face away from him. “We can’t have him thinking that big, ugly nose is his father.” James rolled his eyes, but kicked his legs up over the edge of the couch, appreciating Sirius’ comment silently.

“I want a turn over here,” Peter grumbled from across the room, and Remus sighed stiffly, standing up from his chair and handing Harry over to Peter.

“Watch his head,” Dorcas and James mumbled in unison again. Dorcas tossed her hair out of her face, and turned over to face down on the couch.

“I have nieces you know. I’m not five,” he protested as Remus let Harry down in his arms gently. Peter grimaced at Harry as he began to fuss slightly, and bounced him in his arms. He looked around awkwardly, but Remus had already sat down again.

“Alice is out of St. Mungo’s already, yeah?” Mary asked, leaning over Peter’s shoulder and peeking at Harry. Marlene shifted closer to Remus involuntarily, and he shifted towards his end of the couch voluntarily. They hadn’t spoken about their fight since their fight.

“Yeah, she is,” Dorcas answered as James’ snores became audible. Harry began crying again, and Peter held him up into the air, silently begging for anyone else to take him. “I’ve got him,” she said, motioning for Peter to hand her Harry.

“Oh, can’t I hold him?” Mary asked hopefully, reaching her arms out between Peter and Dorcas.

“No!” Marlene shouted immediately. Remus gave her a strange look as Marlene put her hands in her lap and began fiddling with her fingernails. “I just think it’s time for Dorcas to put him down for a nap,” she explained away. Dorcas tilted her head slightly, but glanced at the clock on the wall all the same.

She clucked her tongue, and motioned for Peter to give Harry to her again. “Sorry Mary. I think Marlene is right, no matter how ridiculous she’s acting.” Mary nodded at Dorcas, but took a quick look at Marlene out of the corner of her eye. Harry silenced almost as soon as he was released into Dorcas’ arms, and she headed out of the living room and upstairs towards his bedroom.

“What was that?” Peter asked bravely to Marlene, putting a hand over Mary’s possessively. Mary squirmed in her seat, blatantly uncomfortable.

“Nothing,” she snapped, keeping her eyes locked on her hands. “Harry’s had enough action for the day. Wouldn’t want him to fall into the wrong hands.” Peter frowned at her bizarrely, rubbing his hand over Mary’s as she looked over shoulder, maybe searching for Dorcas, maybe avoiding Marlene.

“I’m going to say goodbye to my godson,” Sirius interjected, shrugging and standing. Marlene stood too, wrapping her arms around her waist and following Sirius out of the room without a word. “What was that?” he whispered, barely loud enough for even Marlene to hear. Marlene watched Sirius lick his thin, aristocratic lips.

“Nothing,” Marlene whispered back quickly. The two hadn’t spoken since June. Their last meeting.

“Well then stop being so bloody weird. You’re a big part of the reason we all deal with Mary.” Marlene rubbed her elbow, but didn’t answer. “You and Peter and your obsession with Mary. Don’t know what it is about her,” he muttered, more to himself, shouldering open the door.

The two walked into Harry’s room, where Dorcas had settled into an armchair, watching him fall asleep intently.

“He’s going to be such a great kid,” she said emptily, fatigue filling her lungs. “All that James Potter hair and Lily Evans eyes.” Both Sirius and Marlene nodded in agreement, but said nothing. Marlene reached her hand in the crib, and danced her fingers over Harry’s head even though he could not see.