Characters: Sirius Black, Dorcas Meadowes
Prompt: Sirius finds Dorcas not breathing
Note: This takes place in 1981, and I know Dorcas was cannonically killed by voldemort but shhh. Reviews would be incredibly appreciated, but I'll love you forever for just reading.
It couldn't be possible. Ashen faced, Sirius stared down at the body of Dorcas Meadowes. Cold, pale and lifeless, he could barely recognise her even after the body was cleaned. She was laid out on the harsh, unforgiving table in the same clothes she died - no was murdered in. It was surreal, it was wrong. Sweet, careful, brave Hufflepuff Dorcas. The one Sirius thought would make it through all this. There had been many deaths since his leaving Hogwarts and joining the order, but none saddened or surprised him more than this. Dorcas had been his go to partner for Order missions. He was reckless, she was precise. He rushed in head first, she stopped to observe. They balanced each other, his weakness was made up for by her strengths, and her weakness made up for by his strength. They were the perfect combination. How many times had she saved his life by grabbing his shirt, pulling him back and hissing at him to use you blood brain for once.How many times had he saved the mission by grabbing her hand, ignoring her protests to just wait because he'd seen a golden opportunity and acted on instinct?
They had been brilliant, and now he'd never work with her again. All because he was selfish and went on a mission with James, leaving Dorcas to go with one of the newer recruits. At the time, neither had been overly worried about the change in partnership. Sirius and James made almost as excellent a team as Dorcas and Sirius did - the two were inseparable for the most part, perfectly in sync. Dumbledore had given Dorcas a simple mission to ease the new recruit into Order life. No one expected it to go horribly wrong. But it did. When the recruit - some kid that had been a few years younger than Sirius at Hogwarts - had shown up at Order Headquarters alive, but covered in blood - mostly hers- and holding her limp, almost unrecognisable body beneath the blood and the wounds it had taken all the strength of James and Remus to hold him back and stop him punching the kid. How dare he survive, almost unharmed because Dorcas had taken the brunt of the force of the bomb that killed them as they opened the door of the place they were investigating? It wasn't right. Now, standing alone over her stone grey body, he clenched his fists tightly at his side, trying to hold back the tears. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair, he thought bitterly as he spared one last glance at her broken body before leaving the room. He needed a drink.