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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 29: The Scare in the Halloween: Part I

 (October 31st, 1980)



 

“Trick or treat!” a voice called from outside, ringing the doorbell on the Potters’ grand house.

“James!” Lily called from the kitchen. She held Harry on one hip, and a whisk in the other hand.

“Got it!” he yelled back from his study. He barreled down the stairs quickly, grabbing a bowl off the table littered with keys, gloves, and scarves. They weren’t expecting any children to come, but James had prepared a bowl just in case. He opened the door, offering the bowl of sweets to the trick or treaters.

“Trick or treat,” Sirius said again, smirking and taking an un-anticipatory James into a hug.

“Hey mate,” James said, laughing over his shoulder and smiling at Dorcas who was tapping her foot in the cold. “What are you doing here so early?” He backed away and let the two in, closing the door and peeking outside to make sure none of the others were hiding around the corner.

“Meadowes here wanted to help out with the desserts. Something about Evans not having the hand for pumpkin pasties?” he said, voice raising at the end as Dorcas rushed past the two, calling at Lily to stop whisking. James smirked again. “And, you know, I’ve got to be here before everyone else.”

“Padfoot,” James deadpanned, walking into the kitchen behind Dorcas. “This isn’t some Gryffindor banger.”

“So if I get good and plastered you’re going to have to tell Meadowes?” he muttered, hooking his arm around James’ shoulder. James snickered, and twisted his arm to lay across Sirius’ shoulder, too.

“Since when has Meadowes cared how much of an arse you make of yourself?” Sirius said nothing, but smirked privately, as if recalling another time. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispered, gaining a slap on the chest from Sirius and a shout of laughter.

“Let’s go get started,” he said excitedly, untangling from James and turning around to head into the basement where the alcohol was kept.

“Where are they going?” Lily asked Dorcas as she tended to the small square desserts that reminded her of Hogwarts. She pressed a fork down on the edges closing the pastries and handing them off to Dorcas to be double checked.

“I heard something about not telling us, so I’m assuming its alcohol related,” she said flatly, placing the last pasty on the tray and sliding it into the oven. Dorcas turned over her shoulder, threw off the oven mitts, holding out her arms for Lily to hand over Harry.

“We don’t have any alcohol,” she said wistfully, giving Dorcas Harry and sitting at the kitchen table. She let her head fall into her hands, and ran them through her thick hair.

“You married a marauder, Lily. There’s alcohol somewhere,” Dorcas said, snorting causally as Harry held onto one of her pinkies tightly.

Lily shook her head, but there was no usual smile on her face. Dorcas frowned, and looked at Lily cagily as she dusted her hands off on her pants and tied her hair back into a scrunchie. 

“Is everything okay, Lily?” Dorcas asked, lowering her voice to whisper. A loud bout of laughter came from the basement, and Lily rolled her eyes almost immediately.

“It’s nothing, Dorcas. You wouldn’t get it,” she responded, quickly and irritably. Dorcas grimaced as Lily exited the kitchen. She followed Lily into the dining room, and put her free hand over one of Lily’s as Lily began fretting over the silverware at a pace that frightened Dorcas.

“Just because I don’t have a child doesn’t mean I don’t understand,” she said gently, using her Healer voice on Lily.

“I just want one night,” she said, continuing with her tight tone. “One night with James. And not party James or Order James,” she emphasized mockingly. “Potter James, as in the James I married.” Lily slammed her hands on the table, and the china in the breakfront behind her shook.  

“Lily. Having Harry changed a lot, and,”

“And what, Dorcas? Am I supposed to let him say I told you so? Let him be right about how having Harry was a bad idea?” she asked coldly. Dorcas shrugged, and she lost her Healer voice.

“That might help,” she countered without pause. Lily’s hands relaxed on the table, and she closed her eyes. Dorcas heard her breathing through her nose.

“Everything alright?” Remus asked timidly, knocking at the wall by the entrance. Lily flipped her head up when hearing his voice and plastered a large smile on her face.

“Fantastic. The boys are downstairs, I think,” she mumbled as Remus approached her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Remus put his hand on Lily’s shoulder, and nodded, as if he already knew what was going on.

“He’s trying.” Lily nodded back, and Remus pat her on the back one more time before waving to Dorcas uncomfortably and heading to the basement door. “Oi, get up here!” he bellowed down the stairs to them, making Lily crack a genuine grin. They all heard the two clambering up the rickety wooden staircase, and the doorbell rang out.

“I’ve got it!” James and Sirius chorused. Remus stepped out of the way as they fought each other to see who would make it to the door first.

“I swear, I don’t know what they do to each other,” Lily wondered aloud. Dorcas smiled as Sirius pushed James back and James tripped Sirius.

“Me either,” she said to Harry, pushing his fine hair to the side and swaying him lightly in her arm. “Let’s see who’s here.” She and Lily walked towards the door where Sirius and James were fighting tooth and nail to see who would reach it first. Lily reached out and turned the knob, making them groan collectively.

“Hey!” James and Sirius said together as Peter smirked at them in superiority from the doorway.

“Hey,” Marlene said as she walked up the dimly lit steps to the Potter house. She wiggled in behind Peter, closing the door behind herself. The group made up the foyer awkwardly, crowding it effectively.

“Hey!” Dorcas interjected, breaking the silence and approaching Marlene to give her a hug. “I’ve got a lot to tell you,” she said youthfully, throwing her arm over Marlene’s shoulder. “Take him, will you?” she said, holding Harry out to James who took his baby without hesitation.

“Hey buddy,” James said to Harry. “Why don’t we put you down to bed?” he muttered, checking his watch quickly. It was already approaching eight o’ clock. “I’ll be right back,” he said to no one in particular, climbing the stairs slowly.

“What’s for dinner?” Peter asked Lily as she took his coat and put it over the edge of the bannister. Lily laughed, shrugging lazily.

“I kind of was hoping the mashed potatoes would be enough,” she said through a frown. Peter matched her frown, disguising his shamefully and horribly. “I think Harry’s messing with my brain the little devil,” she complained. Peter tittered lightly, but didn’t add anything that may insult Lily or Harry.

“I like mashed potatoes.” Peter thought that seemed safe.

“What were you up to today?” Remus asked Peter as the three walked into the dining room. Lily brushed her hands on her legs again, and threw her hair behind her back.

“Um,” Peter stumbled in response to Remus. “Same old.” Remus frowned, but his skepticisms were cut off by Dorcas’ shout.  

“What?” she yelled from the living room. Remus automatically took out his wand, and Peter and Lily followed suit. They rounded the corner to find Dorcas crouched in front of the fireplace and speaking to a flaming head.

“It’s insane. We know you’re off, but we need some damage control down here,” Samantha said quickly. Marlene was peering over Dorcas’ shoulder, and flinched backwards as a high-pitched scream came from the other side of the connection.

“I can be over in two minutes,” Dorcas agreed, tying her hair up instinctively.

“Thank you,” Samantha breathed out, nodding and disconnecting from the floo. Dorcas stood up and looked at Sirius. He tossed her purse at her, and Dorcas caught it. She ripped it open and took out a pair of scrubs while running towards the bathroom.

“What was that?” Peter asked cautiously, stepping into the frozen living room as Dorcas whirled around. Nobody moved as Dorcas slammed the bathroom door shut behind her.

“A bomb. On the underground,” Marlene said, gazing out the window and toying with her hair.

“The underground? Like the muggle underground?” Remus asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess,” James said vaguely.

“But why would they re-route there?” Lily asked in confusion. “Why not muggle hospitals?”

Dorcas whipped open the door to the bathroom and headed to the fireplace.

“I don’t know yet, okay?” She flicked her wand, and her jacket flew over to her from the hook on the wall. “I just have to get there.” She stepped into the fireplace, and held out her hand impatiently. “Well?” she said madly, shaking her hand for someone to give her some floo powder.

Everyone was stuck in their spots, staring at Dorcas as she rushed to St. Mungo’s. Sirius shook his head slightly, and took the powder off of the end table by the door. He took out a scoop, and put it into Dorcas’ hand.

“Hey,” he said suddenly just as she was about to throw the dust down. Sirius put his hands on the side of her face and leaned his forehead against hers. “Be careful,” he whispered. Dorcas nodded and smirked at Sirius lightly. Sirius backed away, and Dorcas let her hand fall open.

“St. Mungo’s Emergency Entrance.” Dorcas disappeared, and it seemed to ease the sudden tension in the room.

“I have to go,” Sirius blurted, taking a handful of the sand and stepping in after Dorcas.

“Sirius, no,” James said gravely. “We can’t be seen at the site of a disaster like this.” Sirius frowned at James and shook his head.

“If they were behind this, then the hospital could be in even more trouble than we think,” he explained. “Come on Moony. You have to come at least. You were a Healer for a bit,” he pleaded. Remus grimaced slightly as he felt James’ glare fall on him. Everyone looked to him blatantly, and Sirius scratched his chin restlessly.

“Sirius is right,” he finally said, making James scoff and roll his eyes. “We can’t let Dorcas go in by herself. Who knows if there are injured Death Eaters there? And if there are...” he said intimidatingly.

“Well if you’re going, I’m going,” Marlene said hurriedly, looking between Remus and Sirius.

James threw up his hands, and let them fall by his sides audibly. Harry began crying loudly, and Lily pursed her lips, turning over her shoulder to go console him.

“Good luck,” she said, nodding optimistically at Marlene before she turned up the stairs.

“Maybe James is right,” Peter said dimly from the back of the room.

“What are you scared, Peter?” Sirius asked cockily, looking Peter up and down.

“No!” Peter defended indignantly. “I just don’t want to do this without Moody knowing.” Sirius rolled his eyes and some of the sand fell through his fingers.

“I’m going to send a patronus to Moody,” James warned.

Sirius scoffed.

“As if that would stop me,” he reasoned. James couldn’t help but smirk as Sirius threw down the powder and followed Dorcas out of their house.

“Sorry mate. I know you want to come,” Remus muttered over his shoulder. He followed Sirius into the fireplace, and disappeared with a roar of the fire.

“We’ll let you know what’s going on. Promise,” Marlene reassured him. James shrugged, but put his arms around Marlene’s shoulders.

“Be careful,” he whispered into her ear. Marlene backed away, and her eyebrows twitched as James turned sober suddenly. The house became quiet as Harry’s cries stopped from upstairs, and Marlene followed Sirius up in the fireplace.

“Bye Prongs. I’ll watch out for them, I guess,” Peter said hastily, tipping his finger towards James off his eyebrow and stepping into the fireplace.

“Wait, Peter,” James said quickly, grabbing his shoulder and flipping Peter around.

“What is it?” Peter asked nervously, his eyes darting back and forth under James’ gaze. James took his hand off Peter’s shoulder and ruffled his hair out of his face.

“Thanks for backing me up, mate. We’ll see you soon.” Peter smiled weakly and took a handful of powder from the pot.

“Yeah, no problem Prongs. I’ve got your back.” 


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