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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 35: The Qualms in the Quaint

 (July 1976)

 

“Marlene,” Mary said gently, stroking Marlene’s hair out of her eyes. The two sat across from each other on a double bed in James Potter’s manor.

“Mary,” Marlene said quietly, tilting her head into Mary’s hand and closing her eyes slowly. Mary studied Marlene’s relaxed face, and continued stroking the side of her face.

Marlene leaned forward on her knees slightly, and Mary gave out a thankful breath. She closed the rest of the space between them, breathing Marlene in eagerly. Marlene sighed into Mary’s mouth, tickling the roof of her mouth and making Mary whine lightly. Mary moved her free hand to Marlene’s side, teasing the bared skin that peeped out between her bra and her free-flowing tank top.

Marlene brows cinched together, and she pressed her chest closer to Mary’s body unwillingly. She fell backwards, breaking their embrace and letting her hair flounce out on the bed behind her. Mary smiled part sneakily and part happily at Marlene before straddling her lap and leaning down for her mouth to ghost over Marlene’s neck.

“Oh,” she breathed out as Mary’s lips met her neck gently. She arched her back slightly to reach Mary’s mouth, and tilted her head to the side. “Oh, Mary,” she gasped, licking her lips as Mary traveled down her collarbone and sucked on the skin that met her chest to her neck.

Mary sat back and let out a breath. She watched Marlene hazily before dragging her finger to the shoulder of Marlene’s shirt. She tugged it to the side gently, and Marlene’s eyes opened with electricity at her touch. She sat up suddenly, forcing Mary to whip herself backwards and out of Marlene’s way.

Marlene ripped her tank top off roughly, and wagged her finger back at Mary. Mary obeyed, not taking her eyes off of Marlene as the two fell back into their rhythm. Marlene flipped herself over, taking Mary’s hand in hers and gripping it tightly as she sucked on a spot under Mary’s chin.

Then Marlene shot up without warning.

“What’s wrong?” Mary asked quickly, frowning and blushing slightly at the sight of Marlene in her bra, straddling Mary.

“Did you hear that?” she asked curiously. Marlene tucked her hair behind her ear. She climbed off of Mary’s lap, and sat on the edge of the bed. “It sounded like…” Marlene’s eyes widened as she heard a loud cry of pain from downstairs. “Mary you should leave,” she whispered dangerously.

“What are you talking about?” Mary asked, climbing to sit next to Marlene. Marlene swatted Mary away from her as Mary went to kiss her neck again.

Marlene stood up suddenly, her hand running through her hair.

“Marlene, why?” she asked nervously, standing up and rushing over to Marlene. “There’s no need to worry.” Mary put her hands on the sides of Marlene’s face, and looked her in the eye. “James said we would be home alone tonight. Your brother’s won’t come over.” Marlene nodded reluctantly, and let Mary lay a soft kiss on her lips when the door slammed open unexpectedly.

Mary’s eyes widened, but no one appeared at the door.

“Damn it! He’s here. You need to get out of here,” Marlene said brokenly as tears threatened her eyes.

“Who, Matthew?” Mary asked as Marlene shoved Mary’s overnight bag at her.

“No. Worse.” Mary’s face fell as she looked to the left and saw Sirius standing in the doorway, crying and quite obviously injured.

“Well this is just fucking perfect,” he growled lowly. Marlene shook her head at her boyfriend and stepped in between him and Mary as he drew his wand.

“Sirius, put that away,” she said calmly even as tears streamed down her face. Marlene put her hands on Sirius’ bloody chest and turned back to look at Mary.

Mary’s jaw was clenched so visibly that Marlene thought it would break.

“I should leave, I guess,” she said jaggedly, shouldering past Marlene. Marlene looked over Sirius’ shoulder at Mary’s retreating back. Sirius pushed past her and threw his bag of belongings on the mussed bed. Marlene stood in the doorway, her mouth ajar as she tried to find a way to explain herself. She couldn’t.

“Shut the fucking door, will you?” Sirius said angrily, lighting a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth. Marlene shut the door gently and turned to look at Sirius, who was lounging on the bed, a hand behind his head, a cigarette between his fingers. Marlene’s tears suddenly turned angry.

“Sirius, put that out,” she yelled sternly, stalking towards the bed and grabbing it from his mouth. Sirius glared at Marlene through his own tears.

“You lost the right to tell me what to do when we broke up, McKinnon,” he spat at her, pointing at the closed door. “I guess you didn’t need as much as a break from dating as you needed a break from me.”

“I’m so sorry. Mary likes me! And I like her! And I’m confused, and I, I just don’t know.” Marlene’s hands ran over her hair again, and she sobbed audibly.

Sirius didn’t answer Marlene, but kept his glare strong.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

At this, Sirius chuckled.

“You think you could hurt me? I mean, I’ve only just run away from home, but sure lets go on chatting about how you’re fucking confused about your sexuality!” he yelled hoarsely, making Marlene inhale quickly and lean away from him. “Let’s not try and heal my broken fucking ribs, let’s hear more about you and Mary snogging in what is now my permanent fucking bed!” He leaned forward to emphasize his point, but winced and clutched his side. “But go on, tell me how sorry you are that you hurt me.”

Marlene didn’t say anything, but moved in closer to Sirius again, and put a hand on his thigh. Sirius didn’t look to her but kept his gaze straight ahead.

“Lay back,” she said, pushing him down on the bed slowly with her other hand. Sirius complied reluctantly and slapped her other hand off his thigh. “Dorcas taught me a few simple spells. They should do until Mrs. Potter is home.” Marlene pushed up Sirius’ shirt to his chest, wincing as she saw the bruising that would surely swell by morning.

She placed her wand over his abdomen, murmuring unintelligibly until her wand glowed red and showed her where the break happened.

“Hold my hand,” she instructed, offering him her left hand. Sirius didn’t respond, so Marlene sighed and tapped her wand against his stomach raptly. Sirius hissed painfully through his teeth, his back arching up in pain. “I told you,” she muttered.

“Leave me alone, McKinnon. Find Prongs.” Marlene sighed.

“James isn’t here.” Sirius rolled his eyes, and tried to whip his hair out of his face, but winced as he moved his neck too fast. “You need to sleep.”

“Then you need to leave,” he said steely. Marlene looked at Sirius hesitantly, covering her mouth with laughter as Sirius struggled to remove his shirt.

“Let me help. Then I’ll leave.”

 




 

(March 30th, 1981)

 

“Sirius!” Dorcas called from the kitchen. Dorcas was sorting through the pile of mail that had been left at her flat since she began living with Sirius.

“Love?” he asked as he came running out of the bathroom. Sirius walked into the kitchen to Dorcas. “What is it?”

“Is there any booze for Marlene’s birthday thing?” Sirius didn’t answer Dorcas, but stuck his head in her refrigerator.

“It looks like either you never had any or I drank it all at some point.” Dorcas snorted and picked up her envelope opener. She stuck the tip in the corner of a letter from St. Mungo’s and let the knife slide it open. She pulled out the letter, tossing it to the side as she read the word benefactor.

“What’s that?” Sirius asked as he grabbed some galleons from a discarded cloak that was lying on the kitchen counter.

“Some garbage about being a St. Mungo’s benefactor. As if I’ve got the money for that. Not with what you pay me!” she yelled at the inanimate object. Sirius smirked casually, swung the door to the refrigerator shut, and leaned over Dorcas’ shoulder.

“You tell ‘em, love,” he whispered into her ear. Dorcas smirked, and turned around on her chair to kiss Sirius. As Dorcas leaned in, their lips barely brushing, the handle to the door wiggled. Sirius didn’t move at the sound, but whispered against Dorcas’ lips.

“My wand is behind you,” he murmured, kissing her quickly and ducking as the door slammed open. Dorcas threw a hex at the intruder. The man stumbled backwards out of the doorway as the Stinging Hex hit him.

Sirius’ attention went to the window as the glass over their couch shattered and a black form floated in. He shot up and ran toward the table where Dorcas’ wand lay.

“Accio!” he shouted, commanding the wand to his hand. “Protego!” he shouted before the materializing figure before him could even raise her wand. Sirius glared at Alecto Carrow through the blue shield that protected him, and she glared back, holding her wand steady.

“Reducto,” she said hoarsely, diminishing the shield Sirius put up. Sirius stumbled backwards slightly with her force, and hit Dorcas in the back as she defended against Amycus Carrow.

“Can’t you go anywhere without Amycus?” Sirius taunted, ducking suddenly as his shield broke and Alecto shot a spiral of blue lights at him.

“Stop playing, Alecto,” Amycus shouted as Dorcas flew backwards and her back hit the edge of the countertop. “Just grab her and go. We don’t need Black,” he hissed as Sirius backed him into a corner.

“NO!” Sirius dove over Dorcas’ limp body as Alecto approached her. His elbow knocked Alecto’s head to the side, and her body flew back into the open doorway.

“Come on, Sirius. She’ll have more fun with me anyway,” Amycus taunted as Alecto pushed herself up from the ground.

“Protego!” he shouted again. Dorcas stirred, and Sirius put his arm around her shoulder to keep her from hitting her head on the wall again.

Amycus aimed his wand at the shield, and broke it easily with a Reducto. Sirius retaliated, locking Amycus in a Petrificus Totalus. As he fell, the sneer froze on his face.

Sirius reacted quickly as he saw Alecto standing up in the corridor, reaching his hand up onto the counter to search for the portkey they kept around for safety. For situations like this.

“SHIT!” he groaned as he felt his bone crack up through the skin of his hand. His arm fell off the counter, and he groaned in pain again as Alecto approached the two slowly. She wiped her mouth of blood and chuckled at the sight of her brother lying frozen on the floor.

“You really think some goody-two-shoes Order members could defeat us, Black? You’re just like Regulus was,” she scoffed, raising her wand to aim at Sirius’ head. Sirius almost saw her mouth form the words he most dreaded. The soft ‘a’ sound graced her lips as Remus appeared in the doorway.

“Relashio,” Remus said simply, standing with his feet spread widely as if he had just been running. Alecto dropped her wand as the red sparks hit wrist. “Incarcerous,” Remus said again as Alecto turned around to attack him. Ropes flew around Alecto, binding her arms to her sides.

Remus rushed past her restrained form and took Dorcas’ head in his hand. Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and Remus nodded, seeing that she was conscious.

“What happened?” Remus asked, taking Sirius’ hand in his and cringing as he saw the damage they’d inflicted. Sirius hissed through his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as Remus pushed his bones back into place with a rather unpleasant spell.

“They-they just came in through the front door,” Sirius said weakly, looking at his throbbing hand.

“Well what happened to the wards we put on the house?” he asked, bending to pick up Dorcas’ limp form.  

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing towards Alecto as she inched closer to her brother.

“Accio,” she murmured. Amycus’ wand flew to her hand, and the two apparated out of Dorcas’ flat just as Remus aimed his wand at her.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his brow and stowing his wand back in the holster on his forearm. He went again to pick up Dorcas, and Sirius pushed himself up from the floor with his good hand. Remus slung Dorcas arm around his shoulder, and her head lolled to the side.

“How did you know?” Sirius asked, looking around at the destruction. Remus wiggled his right hand, and the silver Order of the Phoenix ring danced under the light of the kitchen lamp. “I didn’t think anyone still wore those! Thank Merlin for you,” Sirius said thankfully. Remus gripped Sirius’ shoulder.

“I know,” he said brusquely, whisking the trio to St. Mungo’s.

 




 

A/N: Does anyone feel a bit clearer on the whole Marlene/Sirius relationship?

thank you for reading! 

blackballet


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