A/n: Hello! Well I have decided to give an attempt at a Harry Potter story.
Bare with me as I work through this because I have never tried a Harry
Potter fic. This is actually about a woman named Dorcas Meadowes. She is
not my character, she belongs to J.K. Rowling and was mentioned in OotP. I
was trying to come up with a Hp story, preferably a unique one, when I
noticed this character's odd name (Dorcas, lol). I decided I wanted to
create a past for her. She belonged to the original Order of Phoenix. . .
and so here it is! It would be greatly appreciated if you would read and
review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: If you think I own anything to do with Harry Potter then you are in need of serious medical attention. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the words that come from his world (Death Eater, Muggle, etc). I don't even own Dorcas Meadowes but I do own her story. I won't say it again so this disclaimer goes for the whole story. *shrug* you can sue me if you want I have a total of two pennies (for those of you who don't know American money, that is nothing. Like, literally!).
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Rain splashed down from the dark clouds clinging to the desolate sky. Dorcas Meadowes trudged glumly through puddles, her black outfit, which blended so well into the night, was getting soaked. At least her hood gave her some protection, though not much. She was on her way to report to her master, Voldemort. Goosebumps raised on her arms at the thought of his name. Sure she was one of his Death Eaters but his name evoked fear in even his friends. Dorcas doubted very highly whether she was his friend anyway. What kind of a friend reported news to his ultimate enemy?
"Dorcas!" a drawling voice called from the shadows. She stopped her fast paced walk and peered uncertainly into the shadow of a small cave. "You are the last to arrive again."
"I know Lucius, I apologize." Dorcas replied, recognizing the white blonde hair of her fellow Death Eater. "I forgot which cave we were meeting at." She quickly lied, seeing the doubt in Lucius' eyes.
"Come, it is in here." Lucius said quietly, spinning on his heel and leading the way into a cave.
Dorcas followed and as soon as she came into the cave, she pulled off the hood of her outfit, shaking her long black hair away from her blue eyes. In truth, she had been reporting to her friends with the Order of Phoenix, an organization that worked to bring Voldemort and his minions down. It was rather ironic that Dorcas had become a member of this group. She had always been faithful to Voldemort and her fellow friends, most of whom she had met at Hogwarts. But slowly as the years passed and she saw all the death and destruction of good people, she realized she was on the wrong side. Luckily Dumbledore was a trusting man. For he had welcomed her and Severus with open arms when they announced their decision to help the Order. It was really the best move Dorcas had ever made. She had met friends in the Order unlike the Death Eaters. Friends that would actually give a damn if she lived or died.
"Is everyone here then?" Dorcas asked, trailing after him, deeper and deeper into the cave which grew increasingly dark.
"Everyone except you. The Lord asked me to come search for you."
Dorcas nodded, relived that Lucius had not mentioned the name. She began to clear her mind of all thoughts, practicing the art of Occlumency. Voldemort was especially talented in reading a person's mind and deciphering truth from lies. Only the most experienced and strong minded persons could lie to Voldemort and get away with it. She was one of the few who could do it. Severus Snape, a good friend of hers, was another. The two of them were well practiced.
"You cannot come late to all of our meetings Dorcas. It makes me suspicious." A cold voice said softly as they entered a dark, wet cavern. His face was a pale white, looking as though he had not seen sunlight in many years. He was deathly frail but Dorcas knew that he was far from weak. His eyes were slightly red and penetrating and his fingers long and white. Lord Voldemort was truly a horrifying sight.
Dorcas could feel her chest constrict with fear as she bowed before his feet. "I am sorry, My Lord. It will not happen again."
She could feel Voldemort trying to probe into her mind. She gave him some thoughts; thoughts of her leaving the ministry late which would surely explain her absence. She carefully blocked out the conversation she had had with Alistor. Voldemort believed her and nodded satisfactorily. "Any news from the ministry?"
Dorcas was an Auror and a woman of many disguises. Voldemort assumed she was a spy for him, getting inside information from the Ministry of Magic itself. But little did he know that Dorcas was actually a spy ON him, working for the Order of the Phoenix. She led a very complicated life and it was not an easy thing, or wise for that matter, to lie to Lord Voldemort. But she no longer cared for her master whom she had once loved. That had been when she was foolhardy and younger. Fresh from her seventh year as a Slytherin from Hogwarts, she had immediately taken a course as an Auror, something she had always wanted to do. Then Voldemort began his steady rise to power and Dorcas, amazed by his power and cunning, had joined his ranks. Now she wished that she hadn't, but one did not simply tell Voldemort you no longer believed in him or his beliefs. Once you were a Death Eater, you were one for life. The tattoo on Dorcas' forearm was more than a mark for that.
"No master. Dumbledore is always secretive, never giving anything to anyone. I have most unfortunately learned no knew information."
Voldemort nodded silently but did not respond. The cavern they were in was filled with at least fifty people. These were the highest ranking of Death Eaters. These were the most loyal to their master and trustworthy. Severus stood in the shadows and Dorcas gave him a faint smile which he didn't return. Dorcas wasn't surprised. Severus never smiled. Dorcas had long since concluded that he was incapable of doing it. Perhaps he had some disease of the mouth which would not allow the lips to curve upward. She really didn't know, but she didn't mind. Severus was a good man though he didn't always act or show it. He was loyal to Dumbledore, just as Dorcas was.
"Macnair," Voldemort called.
An older man came to kneel before Voldemort. Dorcas didn't really know him well. He was far beyond her years and they rarely spoke. Macnair was highly famous for his killing abilities. He had taken part in destroying the McKinnons and several other prominent families. Dorcas had helped kill them and the thought of it nearly made her retch. She tried to avoid killing at all costs since joining the Order. If a group of Death Eaters went to hunt together, she would normally mutter the curses under her breath. Most thought she was doing the Avada Kedavra but really she was doing a stunning spell that she made appear green. It knocked the person out for several hours, long enough for them to move on and forget that they had even been to that house. It worked effectively. She had become known among the Death Eaters as one of the most brutal killers when she would join the group (it was rare), for she would often try to "murder" an entire family. In reality she was only stunning them but she tried to get there first. She tried not to take part in this as often because if important members of the Wizarding society she was supposed to have killed suddenly popped up alive, it would be highly suspicious. One does not survive the Avada Kedavra curse. It was impossible.
"Yes, My Lord," Macnair replied nervously as Dorcas left her thoughts and began paying more attention to the proceedings.
"Am I right in my presumptions that the Prewett's are no more?"
Dorcas paid extra careful attention to this. The Prewett's were a strong, pure blood Wizarding family. Voldemort had asked them to join his ranks but they had refused and taken a good many Death Eaters down with them as they were killed. All that was left was Gideon and Fabian, two brothers who had evaded the annihilation of their family because they were at Phoenix headquarters at the time of the murder.
"There are two brothers left, My Lord." Macnair replied.
Damn, Dorcas thought. The Order had tried to conceal the fact that Fabian and Gideon had survived. It appears that their endeavors had failed.
"They will be killed. Lord Voldemort will reward the one who destroys their worthless lives most graciously." Voldemort replied icily.
Several Death Eaters laughed mercifully. Dorcas forced her face into a smile. Voldemort was truly an evil man. If the world did come to be in his control, Dorcas vowed that she would kill herself first. What kind of a rule would he have? The magical community was already thrown into chaos. No one knew who to trust or who to doubt. No one except for Dorcas and Severus. They knew both sides. They knew the Death Eaters who lied, they knew who the poor people who were put under the Imperious Curse were. They knew so much but it was hard to get proof of it all and without proof there was no case. And of course they had their own lives to look after. What would Voldemort do to them if he discovered what they were doing? The endless possibilities sent shivers up her spine.
"Macnair, Knott, Avery. I want you to lead an attack on the Izens. They must be asked to join my ranks for they are pure blood and worth the opportunity. If they refuse I want them dead."
Voldemort then touched the black tattoo on his forearm, signaling the end of the meeting. It sent a pain rippling through Dorcas and she closed her eyes, waiting for the throbbing to pass. She bowed to her master and quickly Disapparated, heading for the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Disclaimer: If you think I own anything to do with Harry Potter then you are in need of serious medical attention. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the words that come from his world (Death Eater, Muggle, etc). I don't even own Dorcas Meadowes but I do own her story. I won't say it again so this disclaimer goes for the whole story. *shrug* you can sue me if you want I have a total of two pennies (for those of you who don't know American money, that is nothing. Like, literally!).
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Rain splashed down from the dark clouds clinging to the desolate sky. Dorcas Meadowes trudged glumly through puddles, her black outfit, which blended so well into the night, was getting soaked. At least her hood gave her some protection, though not much. She was on her way to report to her master, Voldemort. Goosebumps raised on her arms at the thought of his name. Sure she was one of his Death Eaters but his name evoked fear in even his friends. Dorcas doubted very highly whether she was his friend anyway. What kind of a friend reported news to his ultimate enemy?
"Dorcas!" a drawling voice called from the shadows. She stopped her fast paced walk and peered uncertainly into the shadow of a small cave. "You are the last to arrive again."
"I know Lucius, I apologize." Dorcas replied, recognizing the white blonde hair of her fellow Death Eater. "I forgot which cave we were meeting at." She quickly lied, seeing the doubt in Lucius' eyes.
"Come, it is in here." Lucius said quietly, spinning on his heel and leading the way into a cave.
Dorcas followed and as soon as she came into the cave, she pulled off the hood of her outfit, shaking her long black hair away from her blue eyes. In truth, she had been reporting to her friends with the Order of Phoenix, an organization that worked to bring Voldemort and his minions down. It was rather ironic that Dorcas had become a member of this group. She had always been faithful to Voldemort and her fellow friends, most of whom she had met at Hogwarts. But slowly as the years passed and she saw all the death and destruction of good people, she realized she was on the wrong side. Luckily Dumbledore was a trusting man. For he had welcomed her and Severus with open arms when they announced their decision to help the Order. It was really the best move Dorcas had ever made. She had met friends in the Order unlike the Death Eaters. Friends that would actually give a damn if she lived or died.
"Is everyone here then?" Dorcas asked, trailing after him, deeper and deeper into the cave which grew increasingly dark.
"Everyone except you. The Lord asked me to come search for you."
Dorcas nodded, relived that Lucius had not mentioned the name. She began to clear her mind of all thoughts, practicing the art of Occlumency. Voldemort was especially talented in reading a person's mind and deciphering truth from lies. Only the most experienced and strong minded persons could lie to Voldemort and get away with it. She was one of the few who could do it. Severus Snape, a good friend of hers, was another. The two of them were well practiced.
"You cannot come late to all of our meetings Dorcas. It makes me suspicious." A cold voice said softly as they entered a dark, wet cavern. His face was a pale white, looking as though he had not seen sunlight in many years. He was deathly frail but Dorcas knew that he was far from weak. His eyes were slightly red and penetrating and his fingers long and white. Lord Voldemort was truly a horrifying sight.
Dorcas could feel her chest constrict with fear as she bowed before his feet. "I am sorry, My Lord. It will not happen again."
She could feel Voldemort trying to probe into her mind. She gave him some thoughts; thoughts of her leaving the ministry late which would surely explain her absence. She carefully blocked out the conversation she had had with Alistor. Voldemort believed her and nodded satisfactorily. "Any news from the ministry?"
Dorcas was an Auror and a woman of many disguises. Voldemort assumed she was a spy for him, getting inside information from the Ministry of Magic itself. But little did he know that Dorcas was actually a spy ON him, working for the Order of the Phoenix. She led a very complicated life and it was not an easy thing, or wise for that matter, to lie to Lord Voldemort. But she no longer cared for her master whom she had once loved. That had been when she was foolhardy and younger. Fresh from her seventh year as a Slytherin from Hogwarts, she had immediately taken a course as an Auror, something she had always wanted to do. Then Voldemort began his steady rise to power and Dorcas, amazed by his power and cunning, had joined his ranks. Now she wished that she hadn't, but one did not simply tell Voldemort you no longer believed in him or his beliefs. Once you were a Death Eater, you were one for life. The tattoo on Dorcas' forearm was more than a mark for that.
"No master. Dumbledore is always secretive, never giving anything to anyone. I have most unfortunately learned no knew information."
Voldemort nodded silently but did not respond. The cavern they were in was filled with at least fifty people. These were the highest ranking of Death Eaters. These were the most loyal to their master and trustworthy. Severus stood in the shadows and Dorcas gave him a faint smile which he didn't return. Dorcas wasn't surprised. Severus never smiled. Dorcas had long since concluded that he was incapable of doing it. Perhaps he had some disease of the mouth which would not allow the lips to curve upward. She really didn't know, but she didn't mind. Severus was a good man though he didn't always act or show it. He was loyal to Dumbledore, just as Dorcas was.
"Macnair," Voldemort called.
An older man came to kneel before Voldemort. Dorcas didn't really know him well. He was far beyond her years and they rarely spoke. Macnair was highly famous for his killing abilities. He had taken part in destroying the McKinnons and several other prominent families. Dorcas had helped kill them and the thought of it nearly made her retch. She tried to avoid killing at all costs since joining the Order. If a group of Death Eaters went to hunt together, she would normally mutter the curses under her breath. Most thought she was doing the Avada Kedavra but really she was doing a stunning spell that she made appear green. It knocked the person out for several hours, long enough for them to move on and forget that they had even been to that house. It worked effectively. She had become known among the Death Eaters as one of the most brutal killers when she would join the group (it was rare), for she would often try to "murder" an entire family. In reality she was only stunning them but she tried to get there first. She tried not to take part in this as often because if important members of the Wizarding society she was supposed to have killed suddenly popped up alive, it would be highly suspicious. One does not survive the Avada Kedavra curse. It was impossible.
"Yes, My Lord," Macnair replied nervously as Dorcas left her thoughts and began paying more attention to the proceedings.
"Am I right in my presumptions that the Prewett's are no more?"
Dorcas paid extra careful attention to this. The Prewett's were a strong, pure blood Wizarding family. Voldemort had asked them to join his ranks but they had refused and taken a good many Death Eaters down with them as they were killed. All that was left was Gideon and Fabian, two brothers who had evaded the annihilation of their family because they were at Phoenix headquarters at the time of the murder.
"There are two brothers left, My Lord." Macnair replied.
Damn, Dorcas thought. The Order had tried to conceal the fact that Fabian and Gideon had survived. It appears that their endeavors had failed.
"They will be killed. Lord Voldemort will reward the one who destroys their worthless lives most graciously." Voldemort replied icily.
Several Death Eaters laughed mercifully. Dorcas forced her face into a smile. Voldemort was truly an evil man. If the world did come to be in his control, Dorcas vowed that she would kill herself first. What kind of a rule would he have? The magical community was already thrown into chaos. No one knew who to trust or who to doubt. No one except for Dorcas and Severus. They knew both sides. They knew the Death Eaters who lied, they knew who the poor people who were put under the Imperious Curse were. They knew so much but it was hard to get proof of it all and without proof there was no case. And of course they had their own lives to look after. What would Voldemort do to them if he discovered what they were doing? The endless possibilities sent shivers up her spine.
"Macnair, Knott, Avery. I want you to lead an attack on the Izens. They must be asked to join my ranks for they are pure blood and worth the opportunity. If they refuse I want them dead."
Voldemort then touched the black tattoo on his forearm, signaling the end of the meeting. It sent a pain rippling through Dorcas and she closed her eyes, waiting for the throbbing to pass. She bowed to her master and quickly Disapparated, heading for the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.