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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 30: The Scare in the Halloween: Part II

 (October 31st, 1980)


Remus stood in the entrance to the emergency room. He watched as Sirius ran forward to a young girl who stood aimlessly in the middle of the chaos. Blood spattered across curtains, and the screams echoed in his ears.

“Oi!” Marlene said as she stumbled into Remus. He stepped forward, not reacting to Marlene’s protestation. She stood next to Remus, so close that their arms touched, and let out a small breath in awe. “Merlin,” she whispered blankly.

“I said get her out of here!” Dorcas yelled behind her as she leaned over the bloody body of a young boy. A nurse held back the mother who was clutching her chest and screaming uncontrollably. Remus shook his head slightly, cleared his throat, and stalked over to Dorcas.

“What can I do to help?” he asked sternly as Marlene hovered in the hallway, trying her best to stay out of the way. Dorcas brushed her hair back quickly, but didn’t answer Remus. “Dorcas!”

“Shut it!” she yelled back at Remus. Her wand was held steadily over the boy’s stomach, and she breathed slowly. “Do not distract me right now!” Remus shut his mouth and swallowed as Dorcas took another deep breath.

She moved her fingers around her wand tightly, and Remus saw her lips move as she counted his ribs silently. An instantaneous flash of blue light came from her wand suddenly, and Dorcas held her breath as the boy’s eyes shot open wide. He took a gasping breath, and Dorcas smiled tightly before grabbing gauze in attempt to stop any extraneous bleeding.

“What is it?” she snapped. Remus put a hand on Dorcas’ shoulder, and she looked up at him. Their eyes caught, and Dorcas shook her head before turning back to the crying boy. “Shh, shh,” she tried. He calmed slightly, but his gulping sounds still came out loudly.

“Tell me what to do.” Dorcas looked up again, and motioned with her head for Remus to kneel next to her. He obliged, took a spot next to her, and put on a pair of gloves.

“No, no gloves,” she dismissed. “Just hold his hand please.” Remus took hold of the boy’s hand, and the child looked up at him frantically.

“Can you tell me your name?” Remus asked calmly. The boy opened his mouth to respond, but was caught off guard by a bought of hiccups. He looked fearfully at his stomach, and his eyes widened as he saw Dorcas piling more white bandages on him.

“Your name,” Remus reminded him sternly. The boy sat back and took a deep breath.

“Th-Theodore,” he mumbled. Remus smiled as the boy’s hand tightened over his.

“Okay, Theodore. I just want you to know that you’re in amazing hands.” Theodore’s eyes widened curiously, and Remus nodded profusely. “I know for a fact that Healer Meadowes is going to make you feel better,” Remus promised. Dorcas didn’t even look up at mention of her name. “She makes me feel better all the time. And I get a lot of injuries just like yours.”

Theodore’s hiccups calmed down as he watched Dorcas slow down the bleeding. She placed a final bandage over his stomach, and smiled self-pleasingly at her handiwork. Remus noticed Theodore’s grip loosen, and he looked down at the calmed boy.

“Go tell his mother he’ll be okay,” Dorcas said, standing up and grabbing a syringe from the counted next to Theodore’s cot. Remus pat Theodore’s hand, and got up quickly to go find his screaming mother.  “Now this is going to sting a little, Theodore,” she said, directing her voice toward her patient and softening it slightly. “But then it’s going to feel like you never even got hurt. Isn’t that awesome?” Theodore nodded, and Dorcas ran her wand over his inner arm, siphoning any dirt off that still remained. She held the needle at his arm, and pushed the medicine in to his vein without warning.

“Ouch,” Theodore said quietly, tugging on the sheet with his other hand as Dorcas waited for the medicine to finish draining into his arm.

“And,” Dorcas said as the last drops left the syringe, “all done.” She pulled out the needle simply, and placed it on the table behind her. She smiled down at Theodore with her bright teeth, and he smiled shyly back.

“Oh, Theo!” a woman cried suddenly. The frazzled mother shouldered Dorcas out of the way unapologetically, and wrapped her arms around her son’s body tightly.

“Mum, you’re hurting me,” he mumbled over her shoulder. The short woman backed away, but kept hold on her son’s shoulders as he sat up.

“I just don’t know who would do this!” she exclaimed as Dorcas cleared up the surrounding area. She nodded at the frantic mother and rubbed her shoulder gently, trying to soothe her and get to the next patient simultaneously.

“We don’t have any details yet, ma’am. Your son needs this pain medication, but I will be back in about an hour to,”

A loud, eardrum-breaking scream resounded in the hospital, cutting Dorcas off. The mother returned to her son, cradling his head as if the ceiling would suddenly cave in. Dorcas’ mouth dropped open as she turned to face the floo entrance, and she whipped the curtain shut around the boy’s cot automatically.

The mother looked at Dorcas, searching for an answer as Theodore began crying again.

“Do not open this curtain,” she warned the mother, brandishing her wand discreetly so Theodore wouldn’t see. “Everything is alright, just do not let him look out, okay?” she asked urgently. The mother nodded, and sat down next to her son. She put an arm around him, and the two lay down on the cot as Dorcas snuck out from behind the curtain gently.

Remus and Sirius were holding Igor Karkaroff down by his shoulders as he struggled to grab Alastor Moody by the throat. Moody was being held back in a similar fashion by Peter and a nurse. Another nurse was doing his best to patch up the gaping hole in Moody’s face where his eye used to be.

“I’ll kill him, he took my eye,” Moody grumbled crazily. Peter looked around hopefully for someone else to come assist, but the entire room was frozen as the Death Eater and the well-respected Auror thrashed around the floor.

“You have no proof!” Karkaroff spat at Moody. “Who’s going to believe you?” he sneered, his black hair matted to his skull with blood.

“Enough!” Dorcas shouted over the chaos. The rubber of their shoes squeaked against the floor as they continued to struggle against their restrainers. Dorcas pulled out her wand and aimed it at Karkaroff. “If either of you want medical treatment, you’ll stop it right now!” The two glared at each other over Dorcas’ shoulder, but kept their mouths shut. Samantha stood next to Dorcas timidly, taking her wand out and aiming it towards Moody.

“Alright. Samantha, you take Karkaroff.” Samantha looked up at Dorcas frightfully, and Dorcas noticed her hand shaking slightly. She put a hand on Samantha’s shoulder, and nodded at her as the familiar bustle came back to the emergency room. “Sirius, Remus, go with her please.” The two nodded, and took Karkaroff into the room Samantha was heading to.

“Get your bloody hands off me,” Moody slurred as he slumped over Peter’s shoulder.

“Stop,” Dorcas deadpanned, grabbing Moody’s shoulders and standing him up straight. “Get him into that room,” she said as she scanned the faint man’s face, “and call Healer Arnold! We’ve got a facial lac and a gouged out eye!” she yelled behind her as the tension in the room eased. Peter helped Moody get into the room that Dorcas was pointing towards as Moody continued to slump over his shoulder.

“Meadowes!” Dorcas flipped around quickly, letting out a deep breath. One crisis dealt with. “You’ve got a patient, no name, requesting you only!” Another one begins.

“Got it,” she said shortly. She took into a quick jog across the emergency room and through to the other side. “Who’s requesting me?” she mumbled to herself as Samantha, her fellow Healer and former Hogwarts peer, handed her a chart.

She pushed open the door.

“Merlin, you’re slow,” Emmeline said through her teeth as she clutched her forehead, trying to stop the blood from running any further down her face.

“Who are you?” Dorcas snapped without missing a beat, raising her wand to Emmeline’s face and backing into the door.

“I am Emmeline Kathryn Vance, I am twenty years old, and I know that you killed your father.” Dorcas didn’t drop her wand, but her eyes did soften slightly. “Now can you come fix my face? Life on the run can be hindered by a torn up eyebrow,” she said bluntly.

“Being dead can hinder that, too. Now who the hell are you?” Dorcas said again. Emmeline rolled her eyes and grabbed a tissue from the table next to her, holding it up to her head.

“That’s no way to speak to a patient, Dorcas,” she reprimanded. She tossed her tissue to the side and picked up another.

“Tell me or I’ll let you bleed out right here.” Emmeline scoffed.

“You of all people should know that I’m not going to bleed out. But fine, we can wait here.” Emmeline tossed another bloody tissue to the floor.

“I said tell me!” Dorcas shot a Stinging Hex at Emmeline’s hand as she reached for another tissue.

“Come on, now,” Emmeline said, sucking air in between her teeth and shaking her hand. “It’s me. Emmeline. Just get me Marlene, she’ll tell you.”

“Marlene would never,” Dorcas said skeptically, shaking her head.

“Well if you get her, then I might be slightly more inclined not to tell her you killed your father.”

“Stop it with that!” she growled. Emmeline attempted to raise her blood-caked eyebrow and hissed in discomfort.

“Am I wrong?” Emmeline countered verbally. Dorcas clenched her jaw visibly, and went to pull back her hair, even though it was already tied back neatly.

“You better just keep your fat mouth shut. Whoever you are,” Dorcas said, stalking towards the bed and ripping Emmeline’s hand away from her head.

“If I was on Polyjuice, it would’ve worn off by now. I’ve been sitting here for an hour already, haven’t I?”

“There are other solutions,” Dorcas muttered bitterly. “Surgery, Metamorphagus, enchantments.” The blood began disappearing from Emmeline’s face as her wound closed up.

“You can take my blood for that. And who would go to all that trouble just to convince you I was Emmeline?”

“To make me crazy!” Dorcas threw her hands up above her head, and she shook involuntarily. Emmeline shut her mouth as Dorcas thought herself into a frantic state. She pursed her lips, and Dorcas walked to the other side of the room, leaning against the ledge by the door. “Everyone is trying to drive me insane, I swear.”

Emmeline threw her head back on her pillow, and closed her eyes. “Can you tell me what happened with Alastor? I saw Karkaroff-“

“Shut up, shut up, shut up. Even if you were Emmeline, I couldn’t tell you,” Dorcas said as she pushed herself off of the windowsill.

“Well if you’re not going to get Marlene, then I’m leaving,” Emmeline said flatly.

“Don’t you dare,” Dorcas said, raising her wand to Emmeline, and stepping towards the bed.

“If you just get Marlene, you’re going to see, and I won’t tell anyone that you killed,”

The two snapped their heads to the door as someone knocked quietly on the door. Dorcas’ eyes flew to the handle as it began to turn, and she locked it nonverbally, fumbling slightly with her wand.

“I know you’re in there Doe! Do you need help?” Dorcas rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw again as she recognized Sirius’ voice. She flipped the blanket over Emmeline’s head, and she struggled, but Dorcas’ spell held.

“You keep your mouth shut,” she hissed back towards Emmeline’s form. She opened the door slightly and stuck her neck out. “What is it, Sirius?”

“I think they need help out here,” Sirius said hastily, glancing over his shoulder as Karkaroff struggled against his constraints by the end of the hallway.

“Well I’m busy,” she sighed, tilting her head to the left as Sirius tried to peek into the room. “Oh,” Dorcas said suddenly. She stumbled backwards and Sirius peeked over her head again, but not fast enough, as Dorcas blocked the door with her body again. She kicked backwards, aiming for Emmeline who had attempted to trip her up.

“I’m fine,” she placated him as he furrowed his brows and reached toward Dorcas. “Can you just get me Marlene?”