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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 32: The Break in the Battered

 (November 30th, 1980)



 

“Do not make a sound,” Lily whispered into Sirius’ ear as she rushed into the meeting just ahead of Alastor.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius asked, frowning and looking over Remus’ shoulder to try and get a better view. Sirius’ mouth dropped open slightly, and Lily rolled her eyes as the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Morning, Moody,” he said jovially. The bitter man’s eye turned to look at Sirius, but the rest of him continued walking to his seat next to Remus.

“Black,” he said immediately. Sirius felt as if the new eye was scanning his insides. 

“What happened to your nose?” Peter asked, scratching his head and leaning it in the palm of his hand. Marlene and Dorcas looked at each other out of habit, both daring the other not to laugh.  

“Igor Karkaroff is in Azkaban, that’s what happened to my nose,” he grumbled, falling into his chair ungracefully. The room silenced pretty quickly after that, but Peter looked at Remus for greater clarification. Remus simply shook his head and fiddled with his thumbs. “That bastard’s away for good, now. Even if he could get out, he would have to give names. And if he gave names,” Moody explained,

“Then he would be killed the second he got out,” Arthur finished.

“Exactly. So we’re not getting new names any time soon.” Moody sat back in his chair, and it groaned obnoxiously. “And we need to discuss what happened at St. Mungo’s a few weeks back.” Dorcas and Marlene looked away from each other immediately, Marlene rubbing her neck, and Dorcas crossing her arms.

“When Meadowes is called to St. Mungo’s to deal with a crisis, that doesn’t mean you all run and get in the way!” he yelled shortly. Remus laced his fingers together and leaned forward on the table in exhaustion.

Sirius scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Problem, Black?” he asked accusingly. Sirius let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

“If we hadn’t been there you and Karkaroff would have torn each other apart!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “Do you not see that?” Sirius pulled his lips into his mouth as soon as he realized what he’d said. He and Sirius looked each other straight in the eye, and Moody’s nose twitched

“Everyone out,” Moody said gravely, pointing his finger to the door. Everyone glanced around, but Peter wasted no time, picking up his papers and scurrying out the door with his head tilted down. Sirius raised his eyebrows at Dorcas, and she shrugged, holding out her hand for him to take.

“Stay behind Lupin.” Remus’ mouth fell open, and he flopped back down in his chair as the rest of the room filed out. He glanced up, sneering at Sirius as he gave him a sarcastic nod of encouragement.

“What can I do for you, Alastor?” he asked exhaustedly, rubbing his forehead. Moody threw his hand behind him, whipping his wand at the door and letting it slam shut.

“Regulus Black is dead.”

Remus sat up immediately and put his hand through his hair. “How do you know?” he asked quickly, tapping his fingers together nervously.

“We found his body in a ravine. We’re not sure why, but the Dark Mark was found above the location.” Remus picked underneath his nails, shaking his head in confusion.

“How long has it been?” Moody finally let both of his eyes rest of Remus, and crossed his hands together.

“Sometime last year. I’m not sure. It was during his hiatus,” Moody emphasized indignantly. 

“And what am I supposed to do with this information?” His exasperation was clear, but Moody did not seem to care in the least.

“I don’t care. But with Black as unstable as he is,” Moody trailed off, flipping open a book and summoning a quill, “we thought someone closer to him should decide whether or not he can handle it.”

“So why not James?” Moody put down his quill at the mention of James’ name.

“Potter’s got enough on his plate as it is,” he said bitterly. He clenched his jaw tightly, and continued scribbling in his pad. “Do whatever it is you want with the information,” he said, closing his book and lurching up from his seat. “But don’t you dare take this information to the Potters.” His large pointer finger slammed down on the table, making Remus jump back slightly.

 




 

(December 5th, 1980)

 

“Little Neville in his little jumper,” Frank sang lazily to Neville as he stuffed his arms into the sleeves of a sweater. “Let’s go see what mummy and Dorcas made for dinner, huh?” He picked Neville up from the changing table and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Frank?”

“Yes, Ali?” he called back as they reached the landing of the large staircase. Dorcas had her wand brandished

“Did you feel that?” she asked nervously. Frank frowned and rushed to Neville’s high chair, sitting him down hastily.

“What, what is it?” he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder as she took out her wand. Alice looked up at Frank, and they both felt the ground underneath them shake slightly. “Turn off the lights,” he said gravely, aiming his wand at the lights in the kitchen and dis-illuminating them. Alice nodded, breathing in deeply and rushing to the living room to turn off the rest of the lights. Dorcas took to the dining room, taking all the lights out at once.

The ground shook under them again, and Neville began crying loudly. Alice and Frank ran back into the kitchen, putting their arms around Neville. It was quiet again, and the floor stopped rumbling. The two were breathing heavily after just running around the house, and they looked at each other knowingly.

“Are the wards up?” Dorcas questioned as she rushed back into the kitchen. Frank didn’t answer. His head snapped to the right as a flash of blue light ricocheted off the ward surrounding the back of the house. Alice clutched her head instinctively, and put her free arm around Neville’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Frank said, rubbing Alice’s back as her breathing quickened.

“Protego Maxima,” Dorcas whispered, casting a circle of white-blue light around the four of them. Her arm shook slightly as the house shook again, and Alice crouched closer into Neville.

“Protego Maxima,” Frank added atop Dorcas’ spell. Dorcas looked to her left in time to see a tear fall off of Frank’s cheek.

 




 

(January 13th, 1981)

 

“Ha! Loser,” Remus said, collecting his Exploding Snap cards back and shuffling them deftly.

“Shut it, Moony,” Sirius mumbled, taking a swig of butterbeer before tossing his emptied bottle across the living room and towards the trash can. He threw his arms up above his head as it swooshed perfectly into the basket.

“Where’s Dorcas?” Remus asked, tossing the cards on the table and throwing his arms behind his head. He closed his eyes, smiling slightly as a cold rush of wind came in through the open window of Sirius’ house.

“She’s at work,” Sirius said with exhaustion, rubbing his forehead.

“Mate, again? That blows,” Remus responded sympathetically. Sirius grunted in agreement and put his head into his hands.

“She loves it, you know? What am I supposed to do, ask her to quit?” Sirius picked his fingers in his jacket pocket to take out a cigarette, but came up empty. “Damn bad habits.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I’m thinking of asking her to move out,” Sirius said casually. Remus snorted to himself and took his hands out from behind his head.

“Are you insane?” Remus asked incredulously. “You must be, Padfoot.”

Sirius shook his head, but said nothing more.

“She’s the only one that’s ever put up with you for more than a week.” Sirius looked up at Remus and smirked, chortling in his throat.

“You three’ve stuck ‘round it seems.” Sirius picked up a card from the table and flicked it at Remus, who caught it smoothly and tossed it back.

“It’s not all been of my own free will. You can talk to Peter about our supposed undying loyalty,” Remus broke out honestly. He propped his feet up on the table in between the two. “Dorcas is the one. We all know it.”

“Yeah but you know,” Sirius said grumpily, picking at his fingernails, “maybe if Dorcas moved out you could move in.” Sirius peeked at Remus from between his dark strands of hair. Remus tilted his chin down and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked solemnly. Remus turned his head to the side and let out a short, abrasive laugh. “You know I didn’t ask you or James for a reason,” he growled, throwing his hands in the air.

“I’m just saying,” Sirius said defensively, raising his arms up. “If you moved in here, Dorcas could move in with Marlene. And then it’s just like Hogwarts,” he said positively into his hands, tumbling his fingers over each other.

“And we’re back to Marlene.” Remus scoffed and glowered at Sirius. “Are you ever going to get it through your thick fucking skull that you can’t have whatever you want?” Sirius turned away from Remus, his jaw moving visibly beneath his skin.

“What do I have to do with anything?” he asked in exasperation.

“Everything! What, do you think if Marlene and I live together we’re going to fuck like bunnies? I’m not you!” he yelled hoarsely, waving his hands in Sirius’ face.

“They both have weird fucking work hours, and I was thinking of breaking up with Dorcas anyway! I was just thinking,” he said again, before being interrupted by Remus.

“Yeah, you were just thinking. Sure. I can’t remember the last time you fucking thought about anything!” Remus spat, jabbing his fingers at his temple, indicating Sirius’ lack of thoughtfulness.

“Oh, come off it Moony. I’ve been fucking thinking, alright!” He dashed his hands across the table, pushing the cards off. “What are the odds that one of is going to die? I don’t want Dorcas to lose her mind when I get killed,” he finished, standing up and kicking his chair to the side.

“Oh, poor sacrificial Padfoot,” Remus said facetiously. “Save it for Lily. She’s the only one that believes your shit.” Remus stood up too and walked around from the couch.

“Come on, mate, don’t do this,” Sirius said as Remus grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.

“I just thought you were over the whole fucking scared to have feelings stage,” Remus muttered.

“Remus, wait,” Sirius pleaded. He hooked his hand around Remus’ elbow and tugged him away from the door. “Just tell me what to do.” Remus rubbed his mouth and glared at Sirius.

“Make up your mind,” he said, with resignation and a sigh.

“Merlin, Moony, it’s not about Marlene!” Sirius threw down Remus’ arm and ran his hands through his hair. Remus turned back to the door and put his hand on the knob, turning it without another thought. “If I’m with Dorcas it makes her a target for Bellatrix.”

This stopped Remus in the threshold. He let out another audible sigh and turned back to face Sirius.

“As much as you’d like it to, the world doesn’t revolve around you. I’m sure your estranged family doesn’t keep track of every girl you bed,” he said scathingly.

“What about this?” Sirius asked, pulling a piece of parchment out of his jacket pocket and slamming it against Remus’ chest.

Remus unfolded the note, and scanned through it quickly before folding it up and handing it back to Sirius.

“This is pretty typical of Bellatrix,” Remus said tiredly. “I’m coming for you? Typical Black family. If I were you I’d be more worried about the fact that Bellatrix knows where you live.” He snickered gently and turned back away from Sirius.

“If she gets killed, I don’t know what I’m going to do, Remus.” Sirius leaned his elbow against the doorframe.

“Dorcas can take care of herself, Sirius.” Remus put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder and pushed him gently back into the house. “I’ve got to go, I told Marlene I’d clean the kitchen before she got home.” Sirius squinted at Remus, and nodded reluctantly.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” 


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