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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 31: The Scare in the Halloween: Part III

(June 1st, 1979)


“Hullo?” Dorcas said groggily, holding the phone to her ear loosely. She hadn’t slept well. Sirius was at Remus’ flat, apparently. Again.

“Please, please stop!”

Dorcas heard her sister screaming, barely intelligently, from the other side of the phone.

“Coraline? What is it?” she asked urgently. There was again, no intelligent response; but a loud garble, an obvious crash of a vase, and a thud of something sturdy hitting the floor. “CORALINE!” she shouted, clutching the receiver, suddenly very aware that something was wrong.


The line cut off.

She knew something was wrong. Coraline had as much as told her. So why didn’t she believe it? Dorcas let the phone hang off the hook, and slammed the door to Sirius’ flat behind her immediately.


Dorcas apparated directly into her house. This definitely wasn’t the time to worry about her family hating her magic. The house was incredibly silent, and Dorcas’ right hand grew slippery over her wand, but she readjusted her grip and moved forward. The floorboards below her feet creaked angrily as she stepped into the family room.

Dorcas would have felt warm if she were in any other house. The light that flew through the large, paneled windows filtered into the room. It highlighted the dust that was layered upon every surface. The sun wanted to make her smile, but she couldn’t crack her face from worry.

The air tasted stale and bitter, tangy and cold. It was a familiar taste that Dorcas spent a lot of her time around. It showed up a lot in the Order. A lot. Not as much in her Healer training, but sometimes the taste just spattered the corner of her mouth, or hit her nose so strongly it was just like she was tasting it.

A bloody taste.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Dorcas clenched her teeth as her father came into view.

“Where are they?” Dorcas asked, raising her wand in between her father’s eyes. He threw his hands back immediately, dropping a bottle of liquor to the ground carelessly with his arms up in defense.

“Bitchy witchy. Nice you drop in,” he slurred again.

“Where?” she asked again steadily.

“Coral’s room,” he assisted, suddenly fondly, as if recalling an old memory. Dorcas shouldered her way past her drunken father, and stood in the hallway just outside the door to Coraline’s room.

“No.” Dorcas leaned herself against the wall, and her mouth dropped open emptily. She blinked rapidly, taking in the scene in front of her. “No, no, no,” she blubbered, tears running down her cheeks hotly, a twitch in her left eye.

“NO!” she screamed hoarsely, turning on her heel, leaving her mother’s and sister’s dead bodies leaning precariously against the bed and on it respectively.

Her dad was staggering aimlessly around the living room, and Dorcas took advantage. She stalked towards him, picked up her father’s forgotten bottle, and smashed it over his head rashly. He stumbled around slowly, leaning on an armchair slightly for support. Dorcas’ teeth were bared and spit flew out from in between her teeth as the tears continued rolling.

“YOU ARE WORTHLESS – WORTHLESS! DO YOU HEAR ME?” Mr. Meadowes said nothing, but frowned, not processing Dorcas’ meaning.

He took a pause, and Dorcas waited for a response.

“Where’s your ol’ bag of a mother gone to?” he slurred again, prompting Dorcas to withdraw her wand.

“FUCK YOU! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!” she warned. Her father frowned even deeper, and felt the back of his head, which was bloodied and sticky by now.

I said where the fuck did that slag go, Dorcas?” He adapted to Dorcas’ anger, throwing it back at her. Dorcas said nothing more, but lunged herself at her father, knocking the giant man over on his back. As he hit the floor, his face turned red with rage. “Where do you get off, you whore?” he spat back at Dorcas, flipping her over on her back and holding her down by the shoulders. Dorcas struggled against her father’s grip, but his meaty hands held her fast to the floor.

“Accio,” Dorcas whispered shakily, as her tears kept running down her face. Her forgotten wand flew to her hand, and she pointed it at her father’s back.

“Answer me!” he growled, shaking Dorcas’ shoulders. He took his right arm off her shoulder and drew his fist back.

“Stupefy!” Dorcas reacted quickly. Her father flew off of her, and she heard his body hit the floor across from her. The ground shook underneath her body, and Dorcas took some quick, sobering breaths. She sat up to find him slumped against the living room table.

The house was suddenly quiet again. Dorcas whipped her hair away from her face, and leaned her elbows on her knees. She let out a deep breath. From her angle, she could still see just how her mother had died. Probably thrown across the room and got her skull stuck on a metal edge of the bed.

Dorcas looked over to check if her father was waking yet, but he had not stirred. She hugged her knees in closely to her chest, and let her chin rest in the crook of them.

“Mum’s dead,” she tried aloud. “Coraline’s dead,” she tried again. Her voice didn’t waver, and neither did her tears.

Another smell hit the air. Inarguably disgusting. Bitter, acidic, and bodily. Dorcas closed her eyes, and clenched her fists.

“No, no. Please don’t be dead, please.” Dorcas rocked onto her heels and stood up, steeling herself. She opened an eye, and peeked at her dad’s loose body.

She was right. Of course she was right. A puddle of urine lay next to his body.

“Damn it,” she whispered hastily.

(October 31st, 1980)


“What do you need, Doe?” Marlene asked quickly, throwing the door to Emmeline’s room open. “Merlin!” she whispered angrily towards the bed.

“Well shut the damn door,” Emmeline said lazily. There was a newly-bandaged patch on her forehead, and she was flipping through a copy of Witch Weekly. Dorcas was sitting across from the foot of Emmeline’s bed, fuming.

Marlene slid the door shut calmly to avoid any wandering eyes. Her eyes flicked to Dorcas, who merely glared.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a recent copy of this shit in the States?” Emmeline asked in boredom.

“What are you doing here?” Marlene asked furiously, ripping the paper out of her hands. Emmeline opened her mouth, but was cut off by Dorcas.

“Wait, you know her?” she asked Marlene, launching herself from the floor and placing her hands on her hips.

“You don’t?” Marlene asked back in disbelief, turning her back to Emmeline and facing Dorcas.

“No, I mean I do,” explained, waving her hands, “but how do you know she’s her?” Marlene rolled her eyes, and Emmeline frowned.

“She knows things!” Marlene explained vaguely. Dorcas raised an eyebrow and jutted her chin out towards Marlene.

“That’s the qualifier for being an alive dead person these days? She knows things?” Marlene clicked her teeth, and glanced at Emmeline warily.

“So why did you believe her?”

“I didn’t!” Dorcas said defensively. “She said to get you and that you’d convince me,” she explained, cocking her head at Marlene again.

“About that,” Emmeline interrupted, lifting a finger lightly. “I do need you to convince her not to tell anyone.” Marlene and Dorcas shared a look, before turning to look at Emmeline. Emmeline reached over the edge of the bed, bit her lip, and tugged her magazine out of Marlene’s hand discreetly.

Marlene froze, letting her mouth drop open as Dorcas turned to look at her. She looked back at Dorcas helplessly and smiled hopefully.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dorcas deadpanned. Someone knocked on the door again, slamming their hand against the shaded window. Emmeline’s eyes widened again and she glared at Marlene, who reacted first and ran to poke her head out of the door.

“Yes?” Marlene asked through her teeth. Sirius leaned his arm against the doorframe and peeked over Marlene’s to see inside.

“What are you two doing in there?” he asked, steely. Marlene frowned as his eyes shifted from left to right.

“Is everything alright?” she asked gently, placing a hand on his forearm. Sirius sighed as Marlene looked up at him with her large brown eyes.

“Fine. Are you telling her?” Marlene’s eyes fell. She pulled her hand away from him and shook her head.

“No. Don’t worry you’re not in trouble,” she sneered, slamming the door and almost catching Sirius’ hand in it in the process. Marlene turned around and leaned against the door heavily.

“All okay?” Dorcas asked curiously. Marlene nodded and took a breath. “Now what are we going to do with you?” Dorcas asked curiously, turning her attention to Emmeline.

“We are doing nothing,” Marlene said sternly, capturing Dorcas’ attention.

“She knows about us,” Dorcas hissed raptly. “We can’t just let her free with our secrets.” Marlene looked at Emmeline who glared back with a stare just a fierce. Emmeline tightened her mouth, but nodded at Marlene. “What, what is it?” she snapped out, flipping her gaze between the two who had clearly just participated in some kind of private conversation.

“Someone in the Order betrayed us,” Marlene said quietly, tilting her head down. It was Dorcas’ turn to drop her mouth open. Marlene peeked at her out of the corner of her eye, and Dorcas began cackling loudly. Marlene opened her mouth to protest, but Dorcas held out a finger and leaned on the edge of Emmeline’s bed for support as she began doubling over with laughter.

“Dorcas,” Marlene tried again. To no avail. Dorcas only laughed louder, taking gulping breaths between her hacks. “Dorcas!” she cried out, slamming her hand down ineffectively on the bed. Emmeline peeled open her magazine and began reading again.

“Sorry Marlene. But isn’t it obvious?” Marlene held up her hands and shook her head scathingly. “She’s playing you!” Dorcas shouted, enunciating properly and incinerating Emmeline’s Witch Weekly with a flick of her wand.

“She’s not! She had proof!” she argued back as Dorcas’ final laughs subsided. “She told me because she knew I would keep it a secret!”

“Okay,” Dorcas said simply. “Give me the name.” She directed her attention to Emmeline and crossed her arms over her chest.

Emmeline and Marlene shared another look, but this time Emmeline shook her head vigorously. Marlene tilted her head and furrowed her brows in confusion, but Emmeline simply shook her head again.

“I’ve got it!” Dorcas said brightly, holding a finger up and aiming her wand at Marlene.

“Whoa!” Marlene said nervously, holding her hands up in front of her face.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Dorcas said casually. She pushed Marlene back into the chair she stood in front of with a whoosh of her wand, and Marlene gripped the handles tightly. Dorcas kneeled in front of the chair and put her hands over Marlene’s. “I’m just going to say a name and Marlene’s face will say it all. I’m the liar, here,” Dorcas said, smirking privately and smiling sadistically at Marlene.

“Stop it, Dorcas,” Emmeline warned dangerously. She sat forward in her bed.

“Sirius,” Dorcas said snappily to Marlene. Marlene didn’t move a muscle.

“I’ll tell her, I swear I will Dorcas,” Emmeline said, standing up from the bed. Marlene eyebrows crinkled slightly at Emmeline’s words.

“Peter,” she tried again. No reaction from Marlene.

“Marlene,” Emmeline started, talking over Dorcas as she continued rattling off names. “When Dorcas’ mother and sister died, there’s something,”

“Alright!” Dorcas shouted tightly. “I’m done. You can bloody well shut up now,” she grumbled, taking a step back from shaky Marlene. Marlene let out a short breath she’d been holding.

Dorcas had turned around to avoid Marlene’s gaze, and was looking out the window pointedly. Marlene stood up from her chair slowly and rubbed her wrists gently.

“What were you doing in the muggle underground?” Marlene asked Emmeline. Emmeline turned around, putting her legs on the other side of the bed and looking out the window, similarly to Dorcas. A slight chill fell over the room as the silence settled in, and Marlene shivered.

“Everyone has secrets, Marlene. Get used to it.”