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Dorcas woke sometime during the night and couldn't get back to sleep so she eased her aching body from the bed and walked into her kitchen, looking for something to eat. Finally deciding that she wasn't hungry but a cup of tea sounded good, she pulled out her wand and heated some water. She was rifling through her cupboards looking for a tea bag when there was a gentle knock on the door.
Frowning, Dorcas hobbled over, her slippers sliding across her wooden floors, and opened it. Gideon Prewett stood in the doorway clutching two cups of tea and looking slightly nervous.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked quickly.
"No, not at all. I was actually about to make me some tea." Dorcas could feel the nervousness churn her stomach again as was its wont when Gideon was around.
"I've got some if you're interested."
"Certainly," Dorcas opened her door and stepped back, allowing Gideon to enter her home. "Please sit down."
Gideon sat down and handed her the cup of tea. He sipped it looking at her face. "I heard what happened."
"Oh?" Dorcas raised her eyebrows. "Who told you?"
"Well, Lily was ecstatic and from what I could gather, it was pretty bad. Are you alright?" He looked incredibly concerned and Dorcas could feel her face flush.
"Yes, of course. I'm fine." Dorcas cleared her throat uncomfortably. "How is your brother, Fabian?"
"As well as can be expected."
Dorcas nodded somberly. "I'm sorry about your family."
Gideon was silent, sipping his tea again. "What's it like?"
Dorcas frowned. "What's what like?"
"Being a Death Eater."
She sighed. "Why does everyone want to know this?"
"Because it's odd to think of you as a Death Eater. You're not like them."
"I was." She stirred her tea with her little finger idly. "I was very much a Death Eater. I have committed more murder than you have fingers for."
Gideon shook his head numbly. "I can't see that from you."
She shrugged. "It's true." She was silent for a moment, staring at nothing. "It's hard, being a Death Eater I mean. It wasn't at first. But then it hurt for me to see all the murders. I couldn't stand it anymore. And I joined the Order, one of the best moves I have ever made. But it's still hard." She paused before continuing. "I'm judged for my mistakes by many people. I'm not trusted among member's of the Order."
Gideon shook his head. "They're stupid."
"Are they?"
"I trust you."
Dorcas looked at him sharply. Gideon set his tea down and took her hands in his. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he leaned forward as if unsure of whether he should or not. Dorcas closed her eyes and felt their lips meet for a second before he pulled them apart. "I better get going. I just wanted to see how you were."
Dorcas nodded, her heart in turmoil. Her mind had not yet registered what had just happened. "Goodnight." And with a small pop, Gideon was gone.
Dorcas stood shakily from her couch. She touched her lips then smiled and let out an almighty whoop. "Yes!" she cried, trying to dance around but wincing with pain and nearly toppling over.
She was just making her way back to her room when there was another knock at the door. Thinking that Gideon had come back she dashed as quickly as her body allowed her to the door. Instead, it was Hagrid.
"I-what are you doing here Hagrid?"
"Heard wha' 'appened. Decided ter come visit yeh."
"Well, that's very nice of you Hagrid. Please, come in."
"Thank yeh, Dorcas." The giant of a man ducked his head and entered Dorcas' house, followed by a small black boarhound. Dorcas was wondering just how quickly news could travel when Hagrid explained his reason for knowing. "Frank n' Alice told Dumbledore what'd 'appened right away, o' course. I decided ter come visit yeh and bring yeh some o' my treacle fudge."
"That was very nice of you Hagrid," Dorcas said kindly. She had always liked Hagrid; his forbidding outward appearance did not mirror his true character. "And who might this be?'
"This is Fang. He's my new pup." Hagrid took a seat on her couch and nearly caused it to sink to the floor. Dorcas had often wondered whether Hagrid had any giant blood but she hadn't asked because it would surely be incredibly insulting; giants were allied with Voldemort and everyone hated them. Dorcas reached down and petted Fang who slobbered all over her hand.
"Professor Dumbledore told me ter tell yeh he sends his best wishes and he was wonderin' if yeh could come down as soon as yer feelin' up ter it. Can't leave the school hardly these days."
"Certainly I can," Dorcas agreed. She grabbed a treacle fudge, put it in her mouth, and nearly broke her teeth. She coughed and chewed as well as she could, forcing a smile. "These are great. What're they made of?"
Hagrid frowned. "Don' really know. I jus throw what's around into em."
Dorcas smiled feebly. "Oh. They're. Uh. They're great." She set the fudge down and decided she didn't want to eat anymore.
They talked for a little while longer about Hogwarts and Fang then Hagrid stood up and left, wishing her good luck and hoping to see her at Hogwarts soon.
Dorcas sighed, stretched, and then went to her room, collapsing on her bed once more and falling straight to sleep.
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She woke sometime in the late morning to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She eased her body up and slid off her bed, throwing a robe over her pajamas. She was sore but not as bad as she was last night. The cuts on her face throbbed and she figured she would have to go to St. Mungo's to get them healed.
Whoever was at her door gave up on knocking and walked in. Soon Sirius' head peaked around the corner. "You awake?"
Dorcas smiled. "I am now."
"Good." He walked around the corner and handed her a bouquet of flowers.
"Thanks Sirius."
"I saw Gideon here last night." Sirius raised his eyebrows. "And I didn't see him leave."
Dorcas rolled her eyes. "He Disapparated."
"Mmmmhmmm."
"Shut up." Dorcas retreated to her room and changed as quickly as she could. "Are they having breakfast at the house?"
"Yes. Gideon's there." Sirius answered mockingly.
Dorcas walked out of her room, pulling her hair out of her face with a tricky little hair charm she had learned as a teenager. "And?"
"And I know you like him"
Dorcas flushed. "I do not!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Right."
"How would you know?"
"I can tell."
Dorcas rolled her eyes. "And you're the expert on this?"
"Yes."
"And how might you have gained this knowledge?" Dorcas called as she put on her shoes. Sirius was sitting on her kitchen counter grinning as he watched her discomfort increase.
"How many girls have liked me?"
Dorcas snorted and threw a quill that she found under her couch at him. "Whatever."
Sirius dodged the quill, laughing. "You're included in that." He hopped off the counter and strolled over. "Plus I watched James like Lily all through Hogwarts."
Dorcas rolled her eyes and took Sirius' offered arm. "Let's go get Lily and James. Then let's eat. I'm starving."
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A/n: Yes, I realize that it's kind of a boring chapter. I'm sorry!
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Dorcas woke sometime during the night and couldn't get back to sleep so she eased her aching body from the bed and walked into her kitchen, looking for something to eat. Finally deciding that she wasn't hungry but a cup of tea sounded good, she pulled out her wand and heated some water. She was rifling through her cupboards looking for a tea bag when there was a gentle knock on the door.
Frowning, Dorcas hobbled over, her slippers sliding across her wooden floors, and opened it. Gideon Prewett stood in the doorway clutching two cups of tea and looking slightly nervous.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked quickly.
"No, not at all. I was actually about to make me some tea." Dorcas could feel the nervousness churn her stomach again as was its wont when Gideon was around.
"I've got some if you're interested."
"Certainly," Dorcas opened her door and stepped back, allowing Gideon to enter her home. "Please sit down."
Gideon sat down and handed her the cup of tea. He sipped it looking at her face. "I heard what happened."
"Oh?" Dorcas raised her eyebrows. "Who told you?"
"Well, Lily was ecstatic and from what I could gather, it was pretty bad. Are you alright?" He looked incredibly concerned and Dorcas could feel her face flush.
"Yes, of course. I'm fine." Dorcas cleared her throat uncomfortably. "How is your brother, Fabian?"
"As well as can be expected."
Dorcas nodded somberly. "I'm sorry about your family."
Gideon was silent, sipping his tea again. "What's it like?"
Dorcas frowned. "What's what like?"
"Being a Death Eater."
She sighed. "Why does everyone want to know this?"
"Because it's odd to think of you as a Death Eater. You're not like them."
"I was." She stirred her tea with her little finger idly. "I was very much a Death Eater. I have committed more murder than you have fingers for."
Gideon shook his head numbly. "I can't see that from you."
She shrugged. "It's true." She was silent for a moment, staring at nothing. "It's hard, being a Death Eater I mean. It wasn't at first. But then it hurt for me to see all the murders. I couldn't stand it anymore. And I joined the Order, one of the best moves I have ever made. But it's still hard." She paused before continuing. "I'm judged for my mistakes by many people. I'm not trusted among member's of the Order."
Gideon shook his head. "They're stupid."
"Are they?"
"I trust you."
Dorcas looked at him sharply. Gideon set his tea down and took her hands in his. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he leaned forward as if unsure of whether he should or not. Dorcas closed her eyes and felt their lips meet for a second before he pulled them apart. "I better get going. I just wanted to see how you were."
Dorcas nodded, her heart in turmoil. Her mind had not yet registered what had just happened. "Goodnight." And with a small pop, Gideon was gone.
Dorcas stood shakily from her couch. She touched her lips then smiled and let out an almighty whoop. "Yes!" she cried, trying to dance around but wincing with pain and nearly toppling over.
She was just making her way back to her room when there was another knock at the door. Thinking that Gideon had come back she dashed as quickly as her body allowed her to the door. Instead, it was Hagrid.
"I-what are you doing here Hagrid?"
"Heard wha' 'appened. Decided ter come visit yeh."
"Well, that's very nice of you Hagrid. Please, come in."
"Thank yeh, Dorcas." The giant of a man ducked his head and entered Dorcas' house, followed by a small black boarhound. Dorcas was wondering just how quickly news could travel when Hagrid explained his reason for knowing. "Frank n' Alice told Dumbledore what'd 'appened right away, o' course. I decided ter come visit yeh and bring yeh some o' my treacle fudge."
"That was very nice of you Hagrid," Dorcas said kindly. She had always liked Hagrid; his forbidding outward appearance did not mirror his true character. "And who might this be?'
"This is Fang. He's my new pup." Hagrid took a seat on her couch and nearly caused it to sink to the floor. Dorcas had often wondered whether Hagrid had any giant blood but she hadn't asked because it would surely be incredibly insulting; giants were allied with Voldemort and everyone hated them. Dorcas reached down and petted Fang who slobbered all over her hand.
"Professor Dumbledore told me ter tell yeh he sends his best wishes and he was wonderin' if yeh could come down as soon as yer feelin' up ter it. Can't leave the school hardly these days."
"Certainly I can," Dorcas agreed. She grabbed a treacle fudge, put it in her mouth, and nearly broke her teeth. She coughed and chewed as well as she could, forcing a smile. "These are great. What're they made of?"
Hagrid frowned. "Don' really know. I jus throw what's around into em."
Dorcas smiled feebly. "Oh. They're. Uh. They're great." She set the fudge down and decided she didn't want to eat anymore.
They talked for a little while longer about Hogwarts and Fang then Hagrid stood up and left, wishing her good luck and hoping to see her at Hogwarts soon.
Dorcas sighed, stretched, and then went to her room, collapsing on her bed once more and falling straight to sleep.
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She woke sometime in the late morning to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She eased her body up and slid off her bed, throwing a robe over her pajamas. She was sore but not as bad as she was last night. The cuts on her face throbbed and she figured she would have to go to St. Mungo's to get them healed.
Whoever was at her door gave up on knocking and walked in. Soon Sirius' head peaked around the corner. "You awake?"
Dorcas smiled. "I am now."
"Good." He walked around the corner and handed her a bouquet of flowers.
"Thanks Sirius."
"I saw Gideon here last night." Sirius raised his eyebrows. "And I didn't see him leave."
Dorcas rolled her eyes. "He Disapparated."
"Mmmmhmmm."
"Shut up." Dorcas retreated to her room and changed as quickly as she could. "Are they having breakfast at the house?"
"Yes. Gideon's there." Sirius answered mockingly.
Dorcas walked out of her room, pulling her hair out of her face with a tricky little hair charm she had learned as a teenager. "And?"
"And I know you like him"
Dorcas flushed. "I do not!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Right."
"How would you know?"
"I can tell."
Dorcas rolled her eyes. "And you're the expert on this?"
"Yes."
"And how might you have gained this knowledge?" Dorcas called as she put on her shoes. Sirius was sitting on her kitchen counter grinning as he watched her discomfort increase.
"How many girls have liked me?"
Dorcas snorted and threw a quill that she found under her couch at him. "Whatever."
Sirius dodged the quill, laughing. "You're included in that." He hopped off the counter and strolled over. "Plus I watched James like Lily all through Hogwarts."
Dorcas rolled her eyes and took Sirius' offered arm. "Let's go get Lily and James. Then let's eat. I'm starving."
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A/n: Yes, I realize that it's kind of a boring chapter. I'm sorry!