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Vigor by blackballet

Format: Novel
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 3,918
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, James, Lily, Molly, Sirius, Pettigrew, Regulus, OC
Pairings: Arthur/Molly, James/Lily, OC/OC, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 01/14/2017
Last Chapter: 01/16/2017
Last Updated: 01/16/2017

Summary:
banner by me; prequel to Valour











 

Being alive is a difficult act


So is living

 

Deciding who to be and what to believe combines to create eight revolutionaries.


 


Chapter 1: The Mates in the Making
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(September 1st, 1971)

 

“Oi!” a tall boy with dark hair said as he pushed through the crowd towards a group of his friends.

“How embarrassing,” Walburga Black sneered, grabbing her son’s shoulder and turning him around to face her. “Never act like that, Regulus. It is improper,” she warned, pulling him into her shoulder and tilting her chin up as she searched for her other son.

Sirius Black was standing with Marlene McKinnon, staring up at the large, crimson train that puffed out smoke before them.

“I can’t believe we get to go!” Marlene said excitedly, gripping Sirius’ hand and squeezing it slightly. Sirius smirked with the left side of his face, and turned to look at Marlene who was still staring eagerly up at the train.  

“Marlene! Sirius!”

The two let go of each other’s hands, and turned to find Marlene’s mother waving them over. Sirius rolled his eyes, but Marlene made no such opinionated gesture, and merely skipped over to her mother.

“Now you mustn’t go running off like that when you get to Hogwarts, understand? Ravenclaws aren’t to make a fuss, Marlene,” her mother said with affection, leaning forward to tuck a piece of Marlene’s long hair back into its braid.

“Sirius, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” Walburga asked with exhaustion. “Do not go running off without us. There are all sorts of unsavory people,” she lectured, quite more seriously than Margaret McKinnon had.

“Well we were fine, mother,” Sirius retorted softly, avoiding his mother’s gaze.

“Do not speak to your mother that way, Sirius,” his father joined in. Sirius dared to look up at his father, and the silence lasted a hair too long to be comfortable.

“Yes father,” he responded flatly. Marlene smiled gently and shuffled closer to Sirius as inconspicuously as possible.

“Anyway, Sirius,” his mother continued, “…you mustn’t fool around this year, going running off as Margaret put it so elegantly,” she repeated, smiling with just the corners of her mouth at Margaret McKinnon whose arm was hooked over Marlene’s shoulders.

She motioned with a finger for Sirius to come closer to her, and he obliged. Walburga straightened his tie, and smoothed down the shoulders of his sweater before patting him on the back.

“Yes mother,” he recited again, flicking his hair back from his face with a jerk of his head. Becoming distracted, Sirius spotted a girl with curiously curly blonde hair sprawled on the ground. He turned away from his mother to help her up immediately.

“Sirius she is beneath you.” Sirius felt the strong hand of his father on his shoulder, and stopped moving. “Do not lower yourself to help her,” he whispered to his son. Sirius looked down at the girl who had clearly heard his father’s comment, and steeled his teeth before answering Orion Black.

“She still dropped her books, father,” he countered, prompting the girl to glance up from behind her wild hair. “I’m going to help.” Sirius nodded, and smiled crookedly at his father, who simply sighed and waved at his son to go.

“Come on, Marlene!” Sirius said back towards his friend, waving for her to join him in helping the girl.

The girl gave a quiet ‘thank you’ as Sirius and Marlene helped her to load her books into her cart. “You didn’t have to help.”

“I’m Marlene McKinnon,” Marlene introduced, smiling happily at her new friend.

“I’m Dorcas Meadowes,” the girl responded, relieved that Marlene seemed to be nothing like the other woman she was with.

Marlene let go of her hand, and looked back toward the woman who was talking to her before she came running over. Dorcas tapped her foot as Marlene began listening intently to the conversation that Sirius’ mother was having with who seemed to be her mother.

“She can get distracted easily,” Sirius explained, stepping forward and sticking his hand out to Dorcas. Dorcas took it, surprised as Sirius shook her hand roughly and then let go. “I’m Sirius, by the way.”

Dorcas felt a little strange, looking up at the boy who so casually had his wand stuck behind his ear in a way she was sure his mother wouldn’t approve. Sirius tilted his head at her and frowned slightly, and she realized she’d been staring at him for too long when the train whistled.

“Time to go!” Marlene jumped back in, grabbing Dorcas cart and pushing it up onto the train without hesitation. Dorcas widened her eyes, but followed Marlene without question.

“G’bye Regulus!” Sirius yelled back at his brother. He waved at Sirius while still being tucked under Walburga’s arm as the train whistled again, signaling a final warning.

“Merlin, Sirius,” Marlene hissed, hanging off the side of the train and grabbing the back of his jacket. He stumbled onto the train as it blew its final whistle and shrugged innocently at Marlene, who rolled her eyes and headed down train confidently. Dorcas smiled again, hoping that Hogwarts was going to continue to be like this. 

 





 

“Dad! Mum! We’re going to be late!” Lily exclaimed, looking down at her watch. “Come on!” she said, pulling along her heavy luggage with one hand and her sister with the other.

“Lily, leave me alone,” Petunia grumbled, yanking her wrist out of Lily’s grip. The spat did not bother Lily, who continued forward, standing behind a family that was lined up in front of the entrance to Platform 9 ¾ like the Evans’ were.

“We just go through?” Lily’s mother questioned with bewilderment, tilting her head as the family in front of them disappeared one at a time.

“I think so, mum,” Lily answered, smiling brightly at the brick wall in front of her. Petunia crossed her arms and sunk her weight into one hip.

“Well I am not going to ram my head into a wall,” she said, judgingly. Lily rolled her eyes and turned to face Petunia, her red hair whipping around.

“Well then you don’t have to come, ‘tunia,” she retorted.

“Girls, girls,” her father inserted, stepping between the two and placing a hand on Petunia’s shoulder. “We are going to go and say goodbye to Lily, and that’s final.” Petunia rolled her eyes similarly to Lily, but uncrossed her arms. “You first, Lily?” he offered, clearly also nervous at the prospect of hitting a brick wall.

“Fine with me,” she said joyfully, gripping the handles of her cart tightly. “Here we go,” she mumbled under her breath, heading towards the wall without hesitation and falling through it effortlessly.

As Lily appeared out the other side, she was in astonishment at the vastness that hid behind the seemingly solid brick archway of the train station. Her mother bumped into her, letting out a small ‘oops’ and prompting Lily to move forward.

“I can’t believe this is real,” Lily squeaked out, moving her cart forward and standing in front of the immense train. She heard so many voices of the families wandering around the platform. Lily had never seen so many people in capes, and it took her a second not to laugh.

“Why’re they all wearing those things?” Petunia asked nastily, nudging Lily with her elbow.

“That’s just how they dress, Petunia.” She ignored her sister’s tone and continued looking around unabashedly. “It’s amazing,” she breathed out, feeling the wand in her satchel just to make sure it really was still real.

“Isn’t it?” a boy about her height asked, standing next to Lily with a cart similar to hers.

“It is,” she repeated, ignoring the boy to her right.

“I’m Peter Pettigrew,” he introduced, holding out a hand to her. It took Lily a second to look away, but she finally snapped her head to face Peter Pettigrew and take his hand earnestly.

“I apologize, I’m Lily Evans.” She shook his hand eagerly. “Are you muggleborn as well?” she asked forwardly, taking a little too long to let go of his hand.

“Oh no, but it is my first time here. Might as well be!” he joked awkwardly. Lily grimaced at the boy’s strange joke, but looked back to the train.

“Lily, come say goodbye it’s time to go!” her mother exclaimed tearfully, opening her arms for Lily to embrace her.

“Excuse me,” Lily said quickly to Peter, turning around to her family.

Lily ran over, forgetting her luggage, and threw her arms around her mother. Her father shook his head slightly, but walked over to her cart and placed her trunk on the train for when she boarded.

“Oh, I’ll miss you so much flower,” her mother said, squeezing Lily tightly.

“I’ll miss you too, mum.” Her mother nodded, but let her go. Her mother raised an eyebrow knowingly, and motioned her head towards Petunia, who had her back turned and was sulking quite clearly. “Go on,” she whispered. Lily let out a quiet sigh, but nodded at her mother.

She walked up behind Petunia, and tapped her on the shoulder. Petunia turned around, but did not uncross her arms or say anything.

“I’ll miss you too, Petunia.” Lily rocked back and forth on her heels, waiting for Petunia to respond. Petunia pursed her lips, but replaced her hands on her hips.

“Without you who am I going to boss around?” she asked, smiling genuinely at her younger sister. Lily didn’t need any more motivation, and embraced Petunia tightly.

“Come on Lily, you’ve got to get settled,” Petunia said warningly, backing away from Lily. Lily nodded and smiled at her sister. Lily tuned to her father and hugged him tightly as well.

“If you need anything, just write home Lily,” he offered, kissing her atop the head before letting go of his youngest daughter. “Okay?” Lily nodded brightly at her dad and stood behind Peter as he got up on the train.

“See you in a couple of months,” she said, hanging off the train as it was her turn to board. Lily smiled and waved one last time at her family before disappearing into the magical world.

 





 

James Potter sighed in content. Even being raised in the grandest of homes surrounded by the most wonderful magic, he was not prepared for Platform 9 ¾. He saw so many other kids, his age and older, and most still in awe of the spectacular train that sat in front of them. His parents had left already, but James fine with that. He’d see his parents at break; no big deal. He would never get to see the huge, red, train for the first time again.

“Oi!” A tall kid that reminded James of a photo of his father from when he was younger rushed past James and to another group of friends, making James smile. He couldn’t wait to make new friends that weren’t as snobby as the ones he already knew.

James launched his trunk up onto the train and followed it inside, standing at the threshold proudly. He swallowed, and began his way down the train slowly, not sure which compartment he should take. He kept remembering what his dad said: ‘Just go up to someone and introduce yourself. What’s the worst that can happen?’

“What’s the worst that can happen?” James asked himself, peeking into a compartment filled with some new faces. James took a deep breath and put his hand on the knob to slide open the door.

“Excuse me,” a quiet voice said behind him. James turned around to face a lanky boy who was slightly taller than he was; you wouldn’t know it if James didn’t notice how much the boy was slumped over. “I’m sorry, can I get through?” he asked again as James didn’t respond. He raised a chalky-brown eyebrow at James, who shook his head and plastered a smile on his face.

“Sorry, mate.” He shimmied his trunk against the narrow hallway, and let the boy pass. James watched him walk away slowly, and then turned back to open the compartment. As he peeked in once more, he let out a huff of disapproval: Alecto Carrow was sitting in the far corner of the apartment.

James shrugged his shoulders and kept walking, not wanting to hang out with Alecto any more than was absolutely necessary. He noticed the boy ahead of him was still looking for a compartment as well.

“Hey! You there!”

The boy stopped as James jogged to him, his trunk rattling against the floor of the train as it turned a corner. James flipped his hand through his hair with his free hand as he reached the boy and came to a stop.

The boy didn’t react except for a small smile that was oddly reminiscent of James’ own smirk. James tilted his head, and his eyes fell obviously as he noticed the scars across the boy’s face. This clearly made the boy uncomfortable, and so James extended a hand.

“I’m James Potter.”

The boy took his hand, but barely shook it before releasing it again.

“I’m Remus Lupin.” 

 





 

A/N: Surprise! Prequel to Valour! More information to come...

 

blackballet


Chapter 2: The Loudness in the Laughter
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(January 10th, 1976)

 

“Peter, we’re going to get caught!” Hestia hissed in between breaths as Peter’s hand grazed the slip of her stomach that peaked out from under her sweater.

“Its fine, Hes,” he assured her, resting his hand on her hip and pausing to kiss his girlfriend on the nose. Hestia tilted her chin down and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as Peter smiled at her small, angular face. “No one comes down here.”

Peter wrapped his hand around the back of Hestia’s neck, and she lowered her lips onto his very softly.

The two started dating over the break after discovering that they’d lived just down the street from each other.

Hestia moaned softly and shifted over to completely straddle his lap.

Before the winter vacation, Hestia was not too fond of Peter and his band of friends, but Peter alone was different; nicer and easier to manage.

Peter moved his hands down her neck, and Hestia broke away from him to rip her sweater off.

In fact, Hestia rarely interacted with the rest of the marauders, and was nervous to actually meet them as Peter’s girlfriend.

Peter began unbuttoning the white polo that Hestia wore and she let her hands fall to Peter’s shoulders.

“Pete,” she whispered breathlessly as he kissed her collarbone. “Pete, we should stop.”

“She’s right, Pete,” whispered a mocking voice from outside the door.

“You should stop,” a new voice joined in a very unconvincing falsetto.

Hestia clenched her teeth and blew out air through her nose as Peter hurried to button up her top.

“I am so, so sorry Hestia,” Peter apologized profusely as she clambered off his lap clumsily. Hestia pushed his hand away as he heard James mutter ‘alohomora’ to unlock the door at the end of the train. Hestia merely glared at Peter out of the corner of her eye as James Potter and Sirius Black strolled in.

“Now Peter I can’t believe we’ve gone the whole break without having a true introduction,” James said properly, extending a hand to Hestia as she pulled the sweater she had tossed to the side back over her head. Peter reached out to fix her hair, as it had fallen back into her eyes, but she swatted him away once again.

“Hello James. Sirius,” Hestia said reluctantly, waving to him and Sirius, who was busy peeking out the window uninterestedly.

“You look a little heated, Pete, anything wrong?” Sirius asked casually without turning to look at Peter who in turn blushed even more than Hestia was.

“Well I guess I’ll be going,” she muttered to herself over James and Sirius’ snickers.

“Oh, come on Hestia, we’re just poking fun,” James added as he plopped down unceremoniously next to Peter. She turned back to glare at him with as much vigor as she could muster, but looked away as James’ striking hazel eyes peered back at her genuinely. He held out her bag for her, and Hestia took it without meeting Peter or James’ eyes.

“I have to go meet Mary,” she managed to blurt out, flickering her eyes towards Peter one last time. Peter pursed his lips, but said nothing. “Fine,” she grumbled, throwing her bag over her shoulder and exiting the crowded compartment at the end of the train.

Hestia leaned against the door of the compartment, rolling her eyes at the giggles that emanated from within. She smiled, only after hearing the two berate Peter for failing to go after her.

“Damned right that bloody boy should come after me,” she muttered under her breath as she started down through the rest of the Gryffindor section of the train. “Bloody boys,” she repeated, passing each door without a second glance.

“Hestia!”

She looked up to see Mary coming down the train at her at a breakneck speed, and Hestia braced herself for impact.

“How was your break?” she asked, bubbles in her voice. Hestia took a breath as Mary embraced her tightly. “Sorry, Hes,” she apologized, loosening her grip and stepping back.

“It was great,” Hestia said over a chuckle, her cheeks turning a shade of red similar to Peter’s when under Sirius’ scrutiny. Mary punched Hestia in the arm lightly.

“A boy, I presume?” she asked saucily, hooking her arm in Hestia’s and walking her down the length of the train.

“Mary, you’re not going to believe it,” she warned shyly, taking an inhale before continuing. “I’ve done it.” She shook her head in shame as Mary led her to a compartment that held Emmeline Vance and Samantha Eldridge. As Hestia crossed the door, she was relieved of having to reveal the name of the boy to Mary.

“You’re dating Peter Pettigrew?” Emmeline and Samantha asked in unison, leaning forward and looking at Hestia accusingly. Mary said nothing, but her jaw dropped open and she too turned her head to gape at Hestia.

“No one,” Mary started, looking to Samantha for back-up.

“No one dates a marauder,” Samantha finished, sitting back and throwing her hands on her hips. Hestia let out a short sigh and sat down next to Emmeline who had gone back to flipping through The Daily Prophet.

“I guess I do now,” Hestia offered, leaning against the cushioned seat and closing her eyes. “Can’t we talk about something else?”

“No we bloody well cannot!” Samantha exclaimed, kicking Hestia’s knee. “You know we never get any,” Samantha reasoned, making Hestia blush again. “Is he any good?” she pried, leaning her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

“Samantha!” Hestia seethed from between her teeth, as the door suddenly slid open and a petite frame blocked the entrance.

Emmeline put down her newspaper at the intrusion.

“Oh, sorry!” Marlene McKinnon said from the doorway, looking upon the room of girls. “I was sure this was this prefect’s compartment,” she mumbled, smiling once more at her peers before turning back out.

“Wait, Marlene,” Mary called suddenly, realization dawning on her face. “Damn it,” she muttered, leaving her friends without an explanation and following Marlene down the train.

“What’s wrong, Mary?” she asked, continuing to walk as Mary caught up with her.

“Is there a meeting?”

Marlene tilted her head, not understanding the question.

“For the prefects,” Mary clarified, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I was just supposed to meet Lily and Remus. And Merlin knows where they’ve gone off to,” she muttered continuing walking, checking every compartment or so as they went along.

“I haven’t seen them, but Sirius, James, and Peter are in…compartment eight I think.” With that Marlene stopped short and turned to face Mary with a bright smile on her face.

“Thanks Mary, you’re the best.” She gave Mary a quick hug, making up for missing out on introductions earlier. Mary caught her breath again as Marlene let go of her. “I’ll see you back at Hogwarts, alright?”

Mary nodded absently as Marlene headed past her back towards James, Sirius, and Peter.

“I think we have Defense together, right?” Marlene called over the bustle of a gaggle of First Years.

Mary nodded again and waved at Marlene.

“Yeah, we do,” she managed back. But Marlene was already inside the compartment she was searching for. Mary leaned against the door of another compartment and took another breath.

 




 

The Gryffindor common room was comforting to Dorcas. It reminded her of home so much more than anything else in the world. The warm fire (the warmest fire, in her opinion), the red and gold couches and cushions that were a little too tacky, the ornate frames and stuffy (but still a little amazing) people that adorned the walls, and the amazing people that she lived with.

It especially felt like home that day back from break. The day back from another month of saving her mother from her father, the day back from saving her sister from herself. And while she could not stop worrying, she could pause for just a little bit, just the day before classes, and gossip with Marlene McKinnon.

“So wait,” Marlene said, needing a moment of clarification. “You’re telling me that Hufflepuff Hestia is getting it on with Petey?” she asked Dorcas, leaning against her in the oversized armchair. Dorcas put a large spoonful of strawberry ice cream in her mouth and nodded her head, a smile creeping at the corners of her lips.

Marlene titled her head back over her best friend’s shoulder in an attempt not to laugh. After a couple seconds, she pulled a serious look and brought her eyes back to Dorcas’. The two held on for a few more seconds before bursting out in laughter.

“Dorcas!” Marlene shrieked as pink-colored liquid flew out of her mouth and onto Marlene’s lap. The sight of Marlene’s lap covered in the regurgitated ice cream only made the two laugh harder until Marlene was sprawled out on the floor of the common area.

“Come on, you two, I’m sleeping over here,” Sirius grumbled from the other side of the room. Dorcas chucked the empty carton of ice cream at Sirius, leaving a pink drip of dairy to trail down his cheek. Marlene continued giggling, but crawled over to Sirius and rested her chin on the edge of his couch.

Sirius turned to look at Marlene, who took a finger to his cheek and wiped off the strawberry ice cream. As Marlene brought it to her mouth, Sirius grabbed her wrist and brought it to his instead. He popped her finger in his mouth, licked off the ice cream, and kissed the tip of Marlene’s pointer finger. Marlene leaned forward and kissed Sirius lightly, getting up from her knees and clambering atop Sirius to force him to share the couch.

“Oh knock it off, you two,” Dorcas said in annoyance, tossing a throw pillow at the pair who had taken to squishing on the small couch next to each other.

“Jealous?” Sirius retorted, tossing the pillow back at Dorcas who caught it with ease.

“You wish,” she muttered, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Sirius kissed the back of Marlene’s head gently and wrapped his arm around her stomach.

“Why is it so funny that Peter and Hestia are together?” Sirius asked out of nowhere, breaking their comfortable silence.

Marlene and Dorcas burst out laughing again.

“Some people are trying to sleep in here!” an older portrait quipped from a dark corner of the room.

Sirius joined their laughter. 

 


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