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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 28: The Enemy in the Friends

 August 31st, 1980


“It’s anticipated. We’ve put extra guards at Hogwarts for the first two weeks, and we’re keeping an eye out. Nothing has happened yet, but we’re not letting anything slip through.” Arthur Weasley stood at the head of the table. “McKinnon and Black, you’re on detail in Hogsmeade. And this time, let’s not make it so obvious that you can’t stand each other,” he moaned plainly, referring silently to the inauguration ball.

Marlene pursed her lips, and her cheeks sucked in slightly, making her appear gaunt. Sirius didn’t seem phased.

“Lupin and Meadowes, you’re going to be in Hogwarts along with myself and Alastor. Let’s keep it tight this time.”

Remus and Dorcas shared a look, and Dorcas bit her lip. The two had a bit of a reputation for turning an altercation into a bloodbath.

“What about us?” Alice asked quietly from her end of the table, elbowing James joyfully. It was their first meeting back. They were supposed to switch back and forth with their respective spouses, but James would take over for a while as Lily settled back in at home.

“Uh, you two can handle going over the registration dossiers for the new Hogwarts students,” he managed out choppily, shuffling through some pages on the table in front of him as they stared him down together.

“Can we use the oven, too? Or is that too much too soon?” James asked sarcastically. Sirius snickered quietly, and clapped James on the back as he sulked. Arthur sighed, but smiled in understanding.

“Not my idea, Potter.” The door slammed open suddenly, and Moody stood in the doorway menacingly. His blue eyes seared through the room, and James swallowed in what he felt was a very audible way. It was the first time he’d seen Moody in almost eight months now.

“Everyone out.” The light of the setting sun flew around the room as everyone quickly scattered to accommodate Moody. “Not Potter,” Moody said, pushing his palm to James’ chest as he attempted to pass Moody. “It’s good to see you, Alice,” he said almost inaudibly as she exited past him. Her only response was a short nod. “Thank you, Arthur.”

“Anytime,” Mr. Weasley said briskly, leaving a fallen paper in the room. Alastor Moody had not taken his eyes off James Potter since he entered the room. He let the door swing shut behind Arthur, and pointed a wide, knobbed finger at the chair  

“I’m in trouble for having a baby?” James asked bluntly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“You got yourself into this, Potter.” Moody grumbled, taking the seat across him. “And I’m not getting you out.” He handed a folder to James, and he opened it curiously. He raised an eyebrow. He was not expecting this.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” James scoffed and shook his head at Moody.

“Read it. That’s what you do with a profile.” Moody crossed his hands and leaned forward on the table. “Or has maternity leave stunted your memory?” he sneered out, his knuckles turning white, clear with frustration.

“Funny,” James deadpanned. “But honestly. What is this for?” James closed the folder again, keeping only the name Riddle, Tom visible on the tab.

“Read it and you’ll understand.” Moody knocked his fist on the table before standing, his rings rattling against the wood. “Come back when you do and we’ll talk about it.” James picked up the folder again, scanning over it with his hazel eyes. He toyed with the bridge of his glasses, and let out a sigh that was similar to Harry’s bubbling.

“Cryptic old man,” James mumbled as Moody headed towards the door slowly.

“I can hear across rooms, Potter.”



Lily sat on the floor in Harry’s room, slipping her fingers through the bars of his crib. “You’re my little present, Harry,” she said into his bed as he began nodding off. “I love you. A bushel and a peck,” she sang. “A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck.” Lily paused, her voice wavering. She waited for a moment for James to chime in on his verse, but he didn’t. She peeked over her shoulder, and saw James slumped over his desk, reading a file he’d brought home about an hour ago.

She sighed, and took in a shaky breath before continuing. “A barrel in the heap, and I’m talking in my sleep about you,” she finished, stroking her hand through Harry’s hair one last time before standing up. Lily’s hand flew to her mouth as she gave out a quick sob. Harry’s eyes were finally closed now, and she exited the room hurriedly, closing the door as quietly as she could.

“Lily?” James asked tiredly as she rushed past the study towards their bedroom. “Lily,” he sighed, closing the folder and standing up from his leather chair and kicking it out with the back of his knees. He walked around his desk, and rubbed the back of his neck as he approached the door to their room. “Lil.” He knocked on the open door as Lily sat on her side of the bed, removing her socks and burying herself under the covers quickly.

“Yes James?” she asked, reaching to turn her lights off. Lily heard James shuffling to her side of the bed, and she tucked herself further into her blankets.

“What’s wrong?” He sat down next to her and rubbed her tense shoulders.

“You haven’t seen Harry all day,” she muttered angrily, turning to face James. He stroked her hair back, but she swatted his hand away from her face. “A-And you just sit in there!” She aimed her hand at the study. “All day! You sit and read, or think, and you don’t come out until you have to go to sleep. Even getting you to sleep is a long shot!” James took off his glasses silently and nudged Lily over with his knee. She glared up at him, but complied, scooching over and letting him slide under the blanket next to her.

“And you never sing Harry’s lullaby with me anymore.” James rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He curled his arm around Lily, and she turned around under his arm.

“I just have a lot to do. You understand,” he tried as Lily’s eyes watered.

“I-I don’t understand. James, I don’t think we should do this anymore,” she said slowly. “I don’t think we can.” James sucked in air through his teeth as Lily looked up at him with her reddened eyes.

“Lily it’s just going to take a while to get adjusted, I think,” he attempted to reason. Lily’s tears fell, and James slipped an arm between them to wipe her cheeks.

“You even said it! Remember?” she said desperately. “You said I was going to have to stop being in the Order.” She poked his chest, grabbing onto the front of his shirt collar.

“Lily. I have to do this.” Lily’s face hardened suddenly, and she sniffed in loudly. “I have to be able to protect you two. Otherwise,” he trailed off, looking away from Lily suddenly, “you’re not going to forgive me when I get you killed.”



Marlene rested her head lazily on her shoulder, doling in and out of consciousness lightly. She stretched out on the couch, yawning unabashedly and curling her toes as her neck cracked loudly. Remus was at Sirius’ apartment that night. Or Dorcas’ apartment. Their apartment.

Marlene clenched her jaw at her own bitter thought, trying to drown it away in her mind. It’s not that she even particularly liked Sirius anymore. It’s just, he was intoxicating. And so was she. She would admit it. She’s not easy to forget. And it’s not even like she didn’t like Dorcas. Quite the opposite, actually. She loved Dorcas more than she ever would Sirius. And that angered her the most.

Marlene snapped her head up again warily. That one floorboard in the far end of the flat creaked tellingly. Marlene was on her feet immediately.

Marlene rested. Marlene clenched. Marlene snapped. Marlene was.

“Hi Marlene,” Emmeline said from the darkness. Marlene shook her head angrily, and stormed over towards the darkness where Emmeline was lurking quietly.

“Lumos,” she said strongly, pointing her wand in the direction of Emmeline’s voice. Emmeline stepped forward out of the shadow, her hands held above her head as if Marlene were taking her in for trial, and Marlene lunged. She grasped Emmeline’s hands in her right hand, placing her wand on the middle of Emmeline’s spine. She felt Emmeline let out a small breath of laughter, and it only frustrated her more so.

“So what? You think this is the way you’re going to convince me to trust you?” Marlene asked dangerously, pushing her wand in between Emmeline’s protruding shoulder blades.

“This whole crazy Marlene act is getting old. We both know you’re not going to curse me,” Emmeline said easily, turning around slowly and letting Marlene’s wand trail over her chest and sternum.

“Oh just shut up,” she said, rolling her eyes at Emmeline. “Why did you come here?” Emmeline tucked her lips into her mouth, eyes smirking at Marlene. “Okay you can talk,” Marlene snapped quickly.

“I came to tell you to watch out for Mary.” Marlene scoffed and lowered her wand, putting it in her sleeve.

“I’ve got that bit funnily enough,” she retorted.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d remind you considering you almost ripped her head off when you went to see Harry. Tell Lily congratulations, by the way,” she rambled, placing a finger on her lips. “On second thought, that might not turn out so well.” Emmeline walked away from Marlene and took a seat on her bed, flicking through a magazine on her bed stand.

“Anyway. Mary and Peter have had a falling out,” she said abruptly. “And once one domino falls, they all do. You’ve got to keep her close. The more connected she is to you, the harder it will be for her to betray you.”

“How do you…” Marlene said in wonderment, snatching her magazine away from Emmeline.

“I know a lot more than you think,” she said mysteriously. Marlene sat warily next to her on the bed, glaring up through her eyelashes.

“Tell me,” she said as casually as possible, leaning on her left arm. Emmeline looked over her shoulder as Marlene faked her nonchalance.

“After you freaked out about the Mary thing, I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.” Marlene glared at Emmeline again. “Don’t worry about it, anyway. I’ve got it under control.”

“What does that mean?” Marlene leaned forward on her knees and puffed out her cheeks as she let out a breath.

“That means that I’m taking care of it.” Emmeline twirled her wand through her fingers, her voice turning darker.

“You can either tell me or Dumbledore,” Marlene threatened back. The two girls locked gazes, and Emmeline licked her lips slowly.

“You’re not going to like it,” she sang charmingly, raising an eyebrow at Marlene.

“I don’t need details. Just tell me what you do! I don’t exactly like the idea of you spying on us, is all.”

“I can understand that. But I don’t understand your desire to not trust any of your friends anymore.” Marlene frowned deeply and ran her fingers along her collarbone. She eyed Emmeline, tilting her head and letting her mouth fall open.

“If I can’t trust them, then they’re really not my friends,” Marlene said carefully. Emmeline snorted ungracefully, patting Marlene’s knee.

“Well then, Marlene. I’m afraid you’re not going to have any friends left.” 


A/N: So how dramatic was that? Who do you think Emmeline is talking about? Think about who she's been following throughout the story... 

Thanks for reading!! blackballet