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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 40: The Worst in the Possible: Part II

 (June 12th, 1981)


“We need to know what you know,” Bellatrix said, walking around the chair Dorcas was strapped to on the edge of a jetty. The waves crashed around the two isolated women, but Dorcas was still as ever. Her head whipped to the side as Bellatrix struck her on the cheek.

“I don’t know anything,” Dorcas responded, her sing-song voice sounding like a whistle in the hollowed cave. Her blonde curls flipped over her head from the wind tunnel-like force and exposed a deep red gash above her eyebrow.

“We’ll see about that,” Bellatrix hissed, leaning forward on the arms of Dorcas’ chair. Her glare was intense, but Dorcas didn’t seem to care. She arched an eyebrow confidently, making Bellatrix’ bottom lip tremble in anger.

Bellatrix pushed herself away from the chair and paced around the cavern with lengthy strides. She took off her leather gloves, and Dorcas let out a heavy breath when Bellatrix wasn’t looking in her direction.

“Let’s try some compulsion, yes dear?” she asked lightly, tossing her gloves to the side and whipping her wand from her waistband.

“Sounds delightful,” Dorcas gritted out through her teeth. She shivered involuntarily as another gust of wind blew in.


Dorcas’ head suddenly fell loose, and her eyes blank. Bellatrix smiled at the subject of her torture, who had finally given in under the Unforgivable Curse.

“Where are Frank and Alice Longbottom hiding out?” she hissed, keeping her wand aimed tightly on Dorcas.

“I don’t know,” Dorcas said blankly.

“Argh,” Bellatrix growled. Her teeth chattered audibly with Dorcas’ answer and she shook her head at the relaxed girl. With a flick of her wrist, the spell on Dorcas was released, and she regained her awareness suddenly.

Her back straightened again, and her hands tightened around the arms of her chair again.

“It looks like I’m just going to have to beat it out of you,” Bellatrix offered, smiling crookedly and sadistically at Dorcas.

“Don’t be so intolerable, Bellatrix.”

Dorcas held her breath. She could not believe it was true, but she’d also heard that voice before. And she knew that, even though he would stop Bellatrix from physically beating her, it was in no way better.

“My Lord,” Bellatrix said reverently, turning her back to Dorcas and bowing.

Voldemort approached the opening to the cave slowly, and a long shadow cast on the side.

“So this is the mudblood that had been causing me so much trouble?” he mused quietly. Bellatrix moved to the side to make a path for Voldemort, and Dorcas finally squirmed in her chair as he approached.

"I won't tell you," she said, her hair whipping to the side in the salty wind.

"You think that now," the wicked, smooth voice said, his body seemingly unaffected by the harsh conditions as hers was. "But when we're done with you you'll not only tell me where they are, but how to get there," he said, leaning in close to her and emphasizing the last couple of words. She spat in his face, but wasn't able to speak as her airway cut off not a second later.

"Stupid girl," he said, the pale feet walking away. The girl struggled against the bonds, but there was no use. He would be back later anyway.



“Where could she be?” Marlene asked hopelessly to Remus. The two were lagging behind Sirius, who was in his Animagus form. He shrugged, continuing to scan his wand over the surrounding area to search for signs of life. The beach was massive. Mary had sent them on a wild goose chase.

“When did James give you the cloak?” Remus asked curiously. Multitasking was a habit of Remus’. Marlene sighed, but obliged.

“When they told me I was godmother. James figured he wasn’t going to be needing it anymore.”

This made Remus look at Marlene. Everything had a dark undertone lately.

“For the time being, anyway,” she corrected quickly. The two fell into a deep silence as they continued their search.

Marlene tucked her hair behind her ear again. The wind was so strong, she was surprised that they could hear anything.

Sirius barked up ahead, and Marlene broke into a sprint without looking back to Remus, who she was sure was with her. The sand kicked up behind her, and she fell further behind Sirius than she would’ve liked.

“Marlene!” Sirius yelled from up ahead. She looked up with watery eyes, and saw Sirius waving her over from behind a giant rock to the right. She looked straight ahead, spotted a deep, dark cave, and then back to Sirius. Dorcas had to be in there.

Marlene looked back over shoulder to find Remus running down the edge of the beach toward Sirius. She followed suit, and ran up the slight hill to squat next to her former boyfriend.

“You hear her?” She asked, slightly out of breath. Sirius shook his head and Marlene saw his mouth tremble.

“Just one voice. Can’t make it out,” he responded shortly. Marlene’s breath hitched and she and Sirius’ eyes met. She put her hand next to his on the rock they were leaning on.

“What was that?” Remus approached the pair, and pointed over their heads at the entrance of the cave. Marlene stretched up onto the balls of her feet, peering over the ledge. She saw nothing but more darkness at the foot of the cave they were watching.

“What did you see?” Marlene whispered, the feeling that they were being watched appearing suddenly.

“I think someone apparated to the beach and just walked in.” Remus paused with wonderment. “Curious.”

“I didn’t even hear anything! That can’t be it,” Marlene gasped, shaking her head and sinking back onto her heels.

“Not curious,” Sirius growled, standing up to his full height as a two figures appeared out of the cave. “Voldemort.”

“Oh my…” Marlene breathed out deeply, covering her mouth with her hand as the feared man strode out of the cave with determination.

“Sirius, no,” Remus said strongly, dragging Sirius down behind the rock again by his arm. Forcefully.

“Remus, let go of me right now.” Sirius glared at Remus, but he did not back down.

“You are not going to die tonight, Sirius.” Remus effectively silenced the other two. “We go in when they’re gone.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, and took Sirius’ other wrist in her grip. She didn’t trust him not to run off.

“That could be too late,” Sirius whispered, mostly to himself, peeking from behind the rock and spotting Voldemort and a lackey walking back towards the manor.

“We wait.”



“No, no, no, stop it,” Dorcas blubbered through the blood that spilt out of her mouth uncontrollably.

“I’ll stop when I’ve had enough!” Voldemort roared, his dark eyes burning into Dorcas’ mind. She threw her head back and let out a scream as his wand cut through the air, essentially cutting across her chest, around her back, over her shoulder.

“She will lose too much blood, master. She will bleed out before we find anything,” Rowle, a death eater who had come to summon Voldemort back to the Manor added.

“Quiet, Rowle,” Bellatrix snarled, watching Dorcas’ torture intently. She had grown quiet again, panting, waiting for the next bout of slashes.

“He is correct,” Voldemort murmured under his breath. He paused, and gazed down at Dorcas with a hooded scrutiny. He stepped forward to her chair, prompting Dorcas to sit up as straight as she could and hold her ground.

“You have given me more than I needed. That helpful brain.”

Dorcas’ heart pumped in her chest as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear.

“I regret, you are too far gone to be of any use.”

At this, Dorcas’ jaw dropped open. Her eyes widened as she realized what was coming. She heard Bellatrix laughing out of her right ear. She saw Rowle’s shadow leave the cave. She closed her mouth. She swore that Voldemort smiled. She closed her eyes.



“They’ve apparated,” Sirius said immediately, ripping his arms out of Marlene and Remus’ grips. He started off down the hill, and Marlene and Remus stood up from the ground, taking after him.

“We should have called Dumbledore,” Marlene let out rapidly as she ran down the hill and towards the entrance of the cave. “We’re stupid. We can’t handle this ourselves,” she muttered as they slipped over the sand. Remus pretended he didn’t hear her.

“Sirius, wait for us!” Remus bellowed, cupping his mouth with his hands. Sirius looked back, but only for a second before he went into the black cave. “Come on,” he urged Marlene, who picked up her pace.

The two ran into the cave behind Sirius, and Marlene felt herself knock into something solid.

“Merlin Sirius, let’s move!” she said desperately.

“Marlene,” Remus warned, a dark look shadowing his features. He grabbed her forearm, and she backed up as she realized who they were facing. Sirius was holding his wand up across the cave at Bellatrix, and Dorcas was slumped over in an armchair in the center.

Marlene began panting as she noticed Dorcas’ eyes: completely dead, void of the usual brightness she was accustomed to. She waved her hand in front of her face frantically, trying to push away the truth. Her hand curled into a fist, and she sunk to the ground beneath her, sobbing loudly into her fist.

Remus let her fall, and took out his wand against Bellatrix as well.

“Now boys, let’s not fight,” Bellatrix toyed over Marlene’s sobbing. “After all, I didn’t kill poor little Dorcas,” she mocked, letting her wand trail over Dorcas’ bloody cheek.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Marlene murmured hysterically into her hand, shivering slightly in denial. “NOOOO!” she suddenly screamed, deafeningly, slamming her palms into the ground.

“If you want her, come get her,” Bellatrix said to Sirius, ignoring Remus completely. Remus took this time to step around Marlene and towards Dorcas. Bellatrix’s hand twitched, but she knew better than to let her wand leave Sirius’ chest.

“You really should bury your girlfriend, Sirius,” she taunted. Sirius didn’t say anything, didn’t let his eyes move over to Dorcas’ body. “It’s the proper thing to do, don’t you agree?”

“Expelliarmus!” Remus shouted at Bellatrix, her wand falling to the floor.

“Stupefy!” Sirius followed, screaming hoarsely over Marlene’s cries. Bellatrix was thrown into the wall, her head bouncing slightly against the wall, then bobbling to the side. Sirius’ breathing and Marlene’s crying was all that was audible then. He didn’t move his wand away from his crumpled cousin for at least a full minute before rushing over to Dorcas’ body. And then, everything was moving around him.

Things were happening around Sirius, not to him. At this point, nothing could ever happen to him again. He was too far gone. Remus backed away from Dorcas’ body, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he turned away. Remus picked up Marlene (even through her protests that Dorcas was still alive which she was not) and carried her to the entrance of the cave.

He knelt in front of Dorcas’ bare knees, and rested his head on her warm lap. He was right. They had been too late. Sirius let out a quiet, little sob and clutched her thighs tightly to wait for a response. A chuckle got stuck in his throat as he thought about the last thing she’d said to him.

“You never have to do anything for me ever again, Dorcas,” he whispered into her lap. “Okay?” he said, his voice cracking through his whispers. “If you just, just come home I will do everything for you. I’m going to feed the owl and take in the paper and put the clothes in the hamper.”

Sirius’ hands shook over Dorcas’ lap, and he laughed again, louder this time, as she lay there lifeless.

“Please, please, just come on back. We can get a new place,” he pleaded aimlessly. Sirius picked his head up and looked up at Dorcas’ face. He let out a shuddering breath as he saw the torture she’d been subjected to.

Sirius blinked his eyes shut slowly. Once, twice, thrice, and then let out a steadier breath.

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” he whispered gently, stroking her arm. Sirius went to work untying the knots at her wrists, then her ankles. “I’m just going to carry you home, okay?” Sirius stood up off his knees and bent down slightly to cross Dorcas’ arms around his shoulders. “Come on. We don’t have to stay here any longer.”

Sirius stood up, and Dorcas’ arms flew back behind her limply. Sirius sucked in his lips as he saw her frail, dead body fully in his arms with his bleary vision. He looked down upon her, and nodded firmly, assuring himself of her state.  

“Let’s go.” 





A/N: I don't know how I'm going to survive this. Five more chapters.