A/n: Hello! WooOoo..did you all see Return of the King yet?? If you
haven't.WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??? I've seen it twice already, hehe. It's
REALLY, REALLY good!
*clears throat* I guess I shouldn't be talking about Lord of the Rings in a Harry Potter fic, should I? Lol! So neways, thanks to you five who are so faithful with reviews *hugz* you're great and I LOVE hearing from you. Here is the next chapter, hopefully it's alright and doesn't totally suck *hugz* Thanks everyone!
R/n:
Mojo: Ow! How dare you bitch slap me, lol, j/k. Maybe I will write it but as of yet, I only have that first chapter. I'll think about it! If I can think after getting slapped by you *groans* I'm glad you liked the last chapter *does happy dance*
Muffinlover: Heh! How you doing? Thanks for the review. I really like your reviews. They're great! Here's another chapter, hopefully it doesn't suck too bad. *hugz*
NkittyHawk: Heya hun! Thanks so much for the review. I'm glad you liked that last chapter and I'm glad you're liking this story. WoOoh! I really hope I won't do something horrible and disappoint you *bites lip nervously*
Noa9: Heya! Awww, thanks for the compliments *hugz* you're so nice! I'd love to read your story and see what I can help ya with, but I'm sure you've got the talent no matter what.
HiddenFlame: Lmao! I loved your review, as always, thanks so much sticking with my worthless stories *hugz*
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Dorcas woke the next morning to a timid knock on her front door. She quickly sat up, threw on a robe, and went to answer it. When she got there, it was to see Gideon Prewett holding a bouquet of roses and looking very nervous. Dorcas burned scarlet and patted down her knotted ebony hair as well as she could.
"Good morning," she said softly, eyeing the roses.
"I brought these for you," Gideon replied.
"For what reason?" Dorcas asked, taking the flowers and letting him in. "They're beautiful."
He walked over to her couch and sat down while Dorcas went to the kitchen, placing the crimson roses in a glass vase. When he wasn't looking, she quickly did a few tricky charms for hair and make-up.
"No reason," Gideon answered with a nervous smile.
"Well, that's very sweet of you," Dorcas replied, sitting down next to him. She could feel the warmth of his body, all she wanted to do was move closer and have him wrap his strong arms around her.
They were silent for a moment and Dorcas began to wonder what his real purpose for visiting her was. He cleared his throat, turned to her, and, much to her happiness, took her hands in his. His face had gone slightly pale and he swallowed as he looked into her sapphire eyes.
"Dorcas, I just wanted you to know that I really like you," Gideon said very quickly. It took a moment for Dorcas to understand what he said because he spoke so fast, but when she did, she could feel an enormous smile come to her lips.
Dorcas stared into his beautiful green eyes. She was sure that he could hear her heart beating in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "I- you do?" she squeaked finally.
Gideon laughed tensely. "I do."
Dorcas leaned forward and whispered, "I really like you too."
Gideon grinned and they slowly moved in for a kiss. Dorcas was once again enveloped in complete ecstasy. His lips were smooth and his tongue sent shivers up her spine. She held on to him, pressing him closer as they deepened the kiss, neither breaking apart. She felt so right in his arms, like this is where she should have been her whole life. He made her feel like a schoolgirl again. A schoolgirl with a crush that overpowered her mind and soul.
Dorcas suddenly pulled away with a cry of pain. "What is it?" Gideon asked, holding onto her arms in fear.
She lifted up her sleeve slowly and showed him the diabolic tattoo on her forearm. He looked at her sadly and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Be careful." Dorcas felt her feelings for him double. He didn't try to stop her because he understood that she had to go; so few people realized that.
With a sad sigh, she said a charm that pulled her Death Eater robes over her head, the dark hood hiding any of her features, and Disapparated.
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Dorcas Apparated in Diagon Alley, along with all the other Death Eaters. Voldemort stood in the middle of the dusty road, a dark shadow that didn't fit with the morning light. Dorcas was completely confused as to what she was doing here. Diagon Alley was so open and especially during the day. Voldemort was taking a risk and Dorcas could feel her chest constrict with fear of what it was.
"My friends," Voldemort began, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I have called you before me because I want to have all of you present as I annihilate Lily and James Potter and Alice and Frank Longbottom."
Dorcas nearly fell over from a dizziness that clouded her vision but she looked wildly around, searching for her friends.
"I have gained knowledge that the two lovely couples will be shopping here today." Voldemort said coldly. "The women are both pregnant."
Dorcas stole a quick glance at Lucius and Narcissa whose black hoods were turned toward her. Had she been able to see their faces, she knew they would have been filled with anger and suspicion.
"Break apart," Voldemort hissed. "Find them and bring them to me, alive."
Dorcas immediately obeyed and fanned out as quickly as she could. She entered shops and her presence alone caused people to scream in fear. Shops were emptied by everyone and Dorcas wasn't even bothered to care, so focused was she on her efforts to find her friends.
Dorcas left the abandoned owl emporium and nearly screamed when someone grabbed onto her elbow.
"Severus," she said, recognizing her friends form.
"I see them," Severus replied and led her into a small baby shop. James and Lily were smiling, holding up a blue outfit.
When Dorcas and Severus entered, Lily gasped and dropped the outfit and James whipped out his wand, aiming it directly at Dorcas' chest.
"Stop," Dorcas hissed. "It's me."
"Dorcas?" Lily asked. She had her wand raised as well and she was steadily aiming it at Severus.
"Yes," Dorcas replied. Lily took in a sharp intake of breath as she looked at her friend in the dark hood and dreaded outfit that marked a Death Eater.
"Snivellus?" James asked, narrowing his eyes as he aimed his wand at Severus.
Dorcas uttered a sound of annoyance and pushed down James' wand. "There is no time for this James," she said coldly. "Voldemort is looking for you, Diagon Alley is completely swarmed with-"
"Two faithful Death Eaters," Voldemort's icy voice said from behind them "are going to be greatly honored for finding the young couple." Voldemort was looking directly at Dorcas and Severus.
Dorcas felt her very blood freeze and turn to ice within her veins. Her back stiffened and she turned to Voldemort, shuddering at the red, glowing eyes beneath the hood. "My Lord," she whispered, bowing her head before him, Severus doing the same.
Frank and Alice came into view and Dorcas wished that she could scream at them to Disapparate, to do something. But they came defiantly over, showing the Gryffindor attributes that flowed through their blood. After a quick nod from James, Dorcas could tell that the couples were trying to Disapparate. It was too late, however. Voldemort had already put a block on that ability, they were stuck here.
"We meet again," Voldemort said calmly, lowering his hood.
The couples gave an involuntary shudder but did not lower their gaze. "Indeed we do," Lily said softly.
"You will not escape from my wrath again," Voldemort said, raising his wand.
Dorcas' heart pounded within her chest. There was no way that she could stop this one without dying. She was slowly easing herself into a position where she could step in front of the wand and receive the Avada Kedavra curse. James saw her slight movement and he slowly shook his head in her direction. "I'm sorry," he said bravely. "But you are wrong, again."
Voldemort stared at James as if he had never seen anything quite like him. "Am I?"
James nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid you are."
"And how is that?"
"Yes, how is that?" Frank muttered from the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"You don't know all the tricks that I have up my sleeve," James said softly. He was staring at Voldemort in pure hatred, his normally comforting eyes blazing with anger and suppressed rage.
Voldemort laughed but he was looking very angry as well. Who was this worthless person who dared to oppose him? How could he possibly think that he stood half a chance against his powers? "I believe I have you figured out," Voldemort replied, seething with revulsion.
Suddenly, before Dorcas could so much as blink, James was gone. He was replaced by a stag, a mighty, tall, powerfully built stag. Dorcas didn't even have to pretend like she was shocked because she really was. Before she or Severus could even think to react, the stag had thrown his great antlers into Voldemort's stomach, knocking his wand away. The beautiful creature reared on its hind legs and stamped at Voldemort who was looking disheveled, a sight Dorcas had never thought she would see.
Lily, Alice, and Frank took the diversion and dashed through the door. The stag pawed at Voldemort a few more times before taking off after them, its hooves thudding on the street. The stag moved so fast and elegantly, Dorcas was in complete awe.
"Get them you fools!" Voldemort cried, searching for his wand. Dorcas didn't need to be told twice. She dashed forward and streaked down the deserted Alley. Fellow Death Eaters gasped in confusion as she dashed by and their search continued, looking everywhere that someone may be hiding.
Dorcas heard a slight pop down a small byway to her left and she dashed down it. Frank jumped from behind a trash can and pointed his wand at her. "It's me," she cried, throwing off her hood.
Frank sighed and gripped his chest, gasping for air. "Oh, that was close," Lily muttered.
"What are you waiting for?" Dorcas hissed. "Disapparate!"
"They're waiting for me," James said quickly, emerging from behind a dumpster. "I can't Disapparate while I'm a Stag."
Footsteps pounded behind them and Dorcas spun around, "GO!"
She heard several large cracks and her friends were gone.
"Where are they?" Voldemort asked. He was livid with anger. Dorcas could feel the power, the raw emotion radiating from his body. She cowered beneath him.
"They Disapparated, My Lord," she said, forcing anger into her voice.
Voldemort lowered his wand. "That is the second time they have defied me."
Dorcas nodded, but chose not to say anything.
"It is James," he hissed, almost to himself. "He is a brave man, I will give him that."
Suddenly the rest of the Death Eaters came gasping into view. They quickly gathered a circle around Voldemort who seemed not to notice. A few minutes later he snapped out of his reverie and turned to his Death Eaters, his minions. His eyes were still blazing with anger and with a hatred so powerful that Dorcas wanted to run as far as she could and never return. "I have been made a fool of," Voldemort hissed.
The Death Eaters were silent until it was broken by a small voice from the shadows. "We will kill the couple, My Lord," Barty Crouch offered bravely. "James and Lily, sir."
"And Frank and Alice," another man offered.
Voldemort nodded, "You will kill them." He paused, surveying the group, "But I will kill James Potter."
*clears throat* I guess I shouldn't be talking about Lord of the Rings in a Harry Potter fic, should I? Lol! So neways, thanks to you five who are so faithful with reviews *hugz* you're great and I LOVE hearing from you. Here is the next chapter, hopefully it's alright and doesn't totally suck *hugz* Thanks everyone!
R/n:
Mojo: Ow! How dare you bitch slap me, lol, j/k. Maybe I will write it but as of yet, I only have that first chapter. I'll think about it! If I can think after getting slapped by you *groans* I'm glad you liked the last chapter *does happy dance*
Muffinlover: Heh! How you doing? Thanks for the review. I really like your reviews. They're great! Here's another chapter, hopefully it doesn't suck too bad. *hugz*
NkittyHawk: Heya hun! Thanks so much for the review. I'm glad you liked that last chapter and I'm glad you're liking this story. WoOoh! I really hope I won't do something horrible and disappoint you *bites lip nervously*
Noa9: Heya! Awww, thanks for the compliments *hugz* you're so nice! I'd love to read your story and see what I can help ya with, but I'm sure you've got the talent no matter what.
HiddenFlame: Lmao! I loved your review, as always, thanks so much sticking with my worthless stories *hugz*
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Dorcas woke the next morning to a timid knock on her front door. She quickly sat up, threw on a robe, and went to answer it. When she got there, it was to see Gideon Prewett holding a bouquet of roses and looking very nervous. Dorcas burned scarlet and patted down her knotted ebony hair as well as she could.
"Good morning," she said softly, eyeing the roses.
"I brought these for you," Gideon replied.
"For what reason?" Dorcas asked, taking the flowers and letting him in. "They're beautiful."
He walked over to her couch and sat down while Dorcas went to the kitchen, placing the crimson roses in a glass vase. When he wasn't looking, she quickly did a few tricky charms for hair and make-up.
"No reason," Gideon answered with a nervous smile.
"Well, that's very sweet of you," Dorcas replied, sitting down next to him. She could feel the warmth of his body, all she wanted to do was move closer and have him wrap his strong arms around her.
They were silent for a moment and Dorcas began to wonder what his real purpose for visiting her was. He cleared his throat, turned to her, and, much to her happiness, took her hands in his. His face had gone slightly pale and he swallowed as he looked into her sapphire eyes.
"Dorcas, I just wanted you to know that I really like you," Gideon said very quickly. It took a moment for Dorcas to understand what he said because he spoke so fast, but when she did, she could feel an enormous smile come to her lips.
Dorcas stared into his beautiful green eyes. She was sure that he could hear her heart beating in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "I- you do?" she squeaked finally.
Gideon laughed tensely. "I do."
Dorcas leaned forward and whispered, "I really like you too."
Gideon grinned and they slowly moved in for a kiss. Dorcas was once again enveloped in complete ecstasy. His lips were smooth and his tongue sent shivers up her spine. She held on to him, pressing him closer as they deepened the kiss, neither breaking apart. She felt so right in his arms, like this is where she should have been her whole life. He made her feel like a schoolgirl again. A schoolgirl with a crush that overpowered her mind and soul.
Dorcas suddenly pulled away with a cry of pain. "What is it?" Gideon asked, holding onto her arms in fear.
She lifted up her sleeve slowly and showed him the diabolic tattoo on her forearm. He looked at her sadly and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Be careful." Dorcas felt her feelings for him double. He didn't try to stop her because he understood that she had to go; so few people realized that.
With a sad sigh, she said a charm that pulled her Death Eater robes over her head, the dark hood hiding any of her features, and Disapparated.
--
Dorcas Apparated in Diagon Alley, along with all the other Death Eaters. Voldemort stood in the middle of the dusty road, a dark shadow that didn't fit with the morning light. Dorcas was completely confused as to what she was doing here. Diagon Alley was so open and especially during the day. Voldemort was taking a risk and Dorcas could feel her chest constrict with fear of what it was.
"My friends," Voldemort began, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I have called you before me because I want to have all of you present as I annihilate Lily and James Potter and Alice and Frank Longbottom."
Dorcas nearly fell over from a dizziness that clouded her vision but she looked wildly around, searching for her friends.
"I have gained knowledge that the two lovely couples will be shopping here today." Voldemort said coldly. "The women are both pregnant."
Dorcas stole a quick glance at Lucius and Narcissa whose black hoods were turned toward her. Had she been able to see their faces, she knew they would have been filled with anger and suspicion.
"Break apart," Voldemort hissed. "Find them and bring them to me, alive."
Dorcas immediately obeyed and fanned out as quickly as she could. She entered shops and her presence alone caused people to scream in fear. Shops were emptied by everyone and Dorcas wasn't even bothered to care, so focused was she on her efforts to find her friends.
Dorcas left the abandoned owl emporium and nearly screamed when someone grabbed onto her elbow.
"Severus," she said, recognizing her friends form.
"I see them," Severus replied and led her into a small baby shop. James and Lily were smiling, holding up a blue outfit.
When Dorcas and Severus entered, Lily gasped and dropped the outfit and James whipped out his wand, aiming it directly at Dorcas' chest.
"Stop," Dorcas hissed. "It's me."
"Dorcas?" Lily asked. She had her wand raised as well and she was steadily aiming it at Severus.
"Yes," Dorcas replied. Lily took in a sharp intake of breath as she looked at her friend in the dark hood and dreaded outfit that marked a Death Eater.
"Snivellus?" James asked, narrowing his eyes as he aimed his wand at Severus.
Dorcas uttered a sound of annoyance and pushed down James' wand. "There is no time for this James," she said coldly. "Voldemort is looking for you, Diagon Alley is completely swarmed with-"
"Two faithful Death Eaters," Voldemort's icy voice said from behind them "are going to be greatly honored for finding the young couple." Voldemort was looking directly at Dorcas and Severus.
Dorcas felt her very blood freeze and turn to ice within her veins. Her back stiffened and she turned to Voldemort, shuddering at the red, glowing eyes beneath the hood. "My Lord," she whispered, bowing her head before him, Severus doing the same.
Frank and Alice came into view and Dorcas wished that she could scream at them to Disapparate, to do something. But they came defiantly over, showing the Gryffindor attributes that flowed through their blood. After a quick nod from James, Dorcas could tell that the couples were trying to Disapparate. It was too late, however. Voldemort had already put a block on that ability, they were stuck here.
"We meet again," Voldemort said calmly, lowering his hood.
The couples gave an involuntary shudder but did not lower their gaze. "Indeed we do," Lily said softly.
"You will not escape from my wrath again," Voldemort said, raising his wand.
Dorcas' heart pounded within her chest. There was no way that she could stop this one without dying. She was slowly easing herself into a position where she could step in front of the wand and receive the Avada Kedavra curse. James saw her slight movement and he slowly shook his head in her direction. "I'm sorry," he said bravely. "But you are wrong, again."
Voldemort stared at James as if he had never seen anything quite like him. "Am I?"
James nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid you are."
"And how is that?"
"Yes, how is that?" Frank muttered from the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"You don't know all the tricks that I have up my sleeve," James said softly. He was staring at Voldemort in pure hatred, his normally comforting eyes blazing with anger and suppressed rage.
Voldemort laughed but he was looking very angry as well. Who was this worthless person who dared to oppose him? How could he possibly think that he stood half a chance against his powers? "I believe I have you figured out," Voldemort replied, seething with revulsion.
Suddenly, before Dorcas could so much as blink, James was gone. He was replaced by a stag, a mighty, tall, powerfully built stag. Dorcas didn't even have to pretend like she was shocked because she really was. Before she or Severus could even think to react, the stag had thrown his great antlers into Voldemort's stomach, knocking his wand away. The beautiful creature reared on its hind legs and stamped at Voldemort who was looking disheveled, a sight Dorcas had never thought she would see.
Lily, Alice, and Frank took the diversion and dashed through the door. The stag pawed at Voldemort a few more times before taking off after them, its hooves thudding on the street. The stag moved so fast and elegantly, Dorcas was in complete awe.
"Get them you fools!" Voldemort cried, searching for his wand. Dorcas didn't need to be told twice. She dashed forward and streaked down the deserted Alley. Fellow Death Eaters gasped in confusion as she dashed by and their search continued, looking everywhere that someone may be hiding.
Dorcas heard a slight pop down a small byway to her left and she dashed down it. Frank jumped from behind a trash can and pointed his wand at her. "It's me," she cried, throwing off her hood.
Frank sighed and gripped his chest, gasping for air. "Oh, that was close," Lily muttered.
"What are you waiting for?" Dorcas hissed. "Disapparate!"
"They're waiting for me," James said quickly, emerging from behind a dumpster. "I can't Disapparate while I'm a Stag."
Footsteps pounded behind them and Dorcas spun around, "GO!"
She heard several large cracks and her friends were gone.
"Where are they?" Voldemort asked. He was livid with anger. Dorcas could feel the power, the raw emotion radiating from his body. She cowered beneath him.
"They Disapparated, My Lord," she said, forcing anger into her voice.
Voldemort lowered his wand. "That is the second time they have defied me."
Dorcas nodded, but chose not to say anything.
"It is James," he hissed, almost to himself. "He is a brave man, I will give him that."
Suddenly the rest of the Death Eaters came gasping into view. They quickly gathered a circle around Voldemort who seemed not to notice. A few minutes later he snapped out of his reverie and turned to his Death Eaters, his minions. His eyes were still blazing with anger and with a hatred so powerful that Dorcas wanted to run as far as she could and never return. "I have been made a fool of," Voldemort hissed.
The Death Eaters were silent until it was broken by a small voice from the shadows. "We will kill the couple, My Lord," Barty Crouch offered bravely. "James and Lily, sir."
"And Frank and Alice," another man offered.
Voldemort nodded, "You will kill them." He paused, surveying the group, "But I will kill James Potter."