She sat at the bar, silently drinking her firewhiskey. She knew her days were numbered. After all, you don't defy Voldemort openly and get away with it. No, living a long life in this world is no longer a given. She watched her friends disappear. They held memorials for those whose bodies were never found. Every week held at least one funeral, and she was sick of it. Who wants to live in this world, this world full of death and destruction? Her once fiery spirit is slowly fading into nothing. Soon, she'll be nothing more than a shell. It'll be like the Dementors had kissed her. Quite frankly, she didn't want to be remembered that way, an empty person. No, she wanted to be remembered as vibrant, happy, quirky, and all those other similar adjectives. So she took Dumbledore's assignment, knowing that she wouldn't fail. After all, what did she have to live for? She went, killed three out right and wounded six (five of them would die within a week and the sixth had been forever trapped in his own mind). Yes, she made it out of that pathetic mud pit alive. Yes, she told Dumbledore what he wanted to know. Yes, she named ten more Death Eaters. Yes, she did valuable work for the Order. Yes, she could continue doing valuable work for the order, but she would have to lie low for a few months before continuing.
Keeping you alive, that's what Sirius had said at the meeting although that was really directed at a pregnant Lily and James. Go into hiding that was her only option to keep living. Go into hiding with Lily and James. Somehow, that didn't really seem like an option. She would much rather die fighting, than die hiding. After all, it was only a matter of time before Voldemort tracked her down. He doesn't take well to being thwarted. So here she sat in the bar, a thousand thoughts roaming threw her head. But most of all, she knew that she would be remembered as defiant. She was one that Voldemort would personally kill, because quite frankly, he doesn't trust his underlings to do it properly. After all, he's sent those underlings to kill her six times already. Each time, his underlings failed to bring about her death. Yes, that thought is something to be proud of. She couldn't be killed by nameless Death Eaters.
She threw a few sickles down on the counter and exited the bar only slightly tipsy. As she exited the bar, there stood the man that would end her life. So she did the only thing that seemed appropriate: she embraced her inner Gryffindor, because after all she was a Ravenclaw, (known for smarts not bravery) and taunted Tom Riddle. "How are you Tom? Fancy a cup of tea? I'm sure I can convince the bar tender to fix you one. After all, tea fixes everything doesn't it?"
Tom didn't say a word, his red eyes void of emotion. His thirst for immortality had slowly removed all traces of humanity. "Well Tom, where are your lackeys? Or do you not trust them? Quite frankly Tom, I believe that will be your downfall. You really need to learn to trust someone other than yourself."
Tom just stared at her, still completely silent. His wand had appeared in his hand out of thin air. And she just laughed. Yes, she laughed when she saw the wand. For the first time since this war started, she genuinely laughed. "Go on then Tom. Kill me. I've already started your downfall. After all, I know about the Horcruxes and now Dumbledore knows too. Good luck with your war. I wish you the best, but you won't win. Your destiny is to lose."
The last thing that Dorcas Meadows saw was a flash of green light and she died with a smile on her face.
So this just sort of popped into my head as I was thinking about Dorcas. I think she was a feisty person, but also growing tired of war. Anyway, I rather liked it, but then again what do I know? Peace out and other stuff.