"And that," Sirius sighed longingly, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "is Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally."
It was a crisp Tuesday night as Dorcas ran, she ran as fast as she could. It was a matter of life or death, she knew that if the death eaters caught her she would die. This was her end, this was her story- this would be her legacy. What was her legacy? Was it her late night snogs with Remus? Her failed attempts in potion class? Or maybe, she grimaced, her diary? She shook her head, she shouldn't let her thoughts distract her. Little did she know that it was too late, she had been cornered by a wall. She glanced behind her, the death eaters were closing in. No way in hell would she die like this, she raised her wand and pointed it at her head. She knew why they needed her, why they were tracking down all her friends- who was the Potter's secret keeper? She smirked knowingly, she knew it wasn't her, but it had to be someone they trusted
"Don't step any closer!" She twisted her wand lightly in her hand as the death eaters stopped where they were.
Dorcas' mouth started to twitch into a smile, she had won, or so she had thought. Voldemort stepped out behind the men that surrounded her, followed by Bellatrix.
Dorcas gasped, her wand clattering as it hit the ground. "You." She glared at the pale man, at the being that had made her cower and hide all these years.
"Me." Voldemort smirked, he knew he was in control, he knew that Dorcas knew what he did to the Longbottoms. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." He hissed out, his snake slithering by his side.
Dorcas stood at full height, she wouldnt draw back in fear anymore, she was more than that. She was more than what people knew, she was strong. "I would rather die than tell you anything."
"Hard way it is!" Bellatrix smirked as she pulled her wand out, aiming it at Dorcas. "Crucio." She whispered silently, the trail of the spell traveling much like her senile giggle did, randomly.
The spell hit Dorcas on her leg, she fell to the ground, howling in pain.
"Care to answer?" Voldemort asked, his voice sounding like the sweet release Dorcas needed, but didnt take.
Dorcas shook her head fiercely, keeping her glare on Voldemort as Bellatrix strengthened the spell. "Never!" She screamed as tears started to fill her eyes.
Bellatrix glanced at Voldemort, he raised his hand slowly. "Stop, bella." Bella did as told, bowing after. Voldemort sauntered up to Dorcas, grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall. "Stay." He spoke slowly to her, as if she was less than him. He turned, walking back towards his group of snake fuckers. "Its a shame that we are spilling so much, pure blood."
Dorcas' eyes widened, spilling. She knew what that meant, she knew what was going to happen. She wanted to shut her eyes and curl up in a ball, instead, she wiped her tear and looked him directly in the eye. "For baby Harry."
Voldemort scoffed, drawing his wand and aiming it at her.
What was Dorcas? How would she be remembered? Would she be remembered as shivers down your spine, and cream on hot chocolate? Was she was the feeling of wool on calloused hands and climbing trees. Would people know her as the girl that could brighten your day by saying nothing at all?
"Avada..."
Would she be remembered as that horrible aftertaste in your mouth after you downed too much firewhiskey? Or as rum? Maybe a carnival ride with shining lights that beamed on you after too many takes on the tilt-a-whirl? Or would she be remembered by her smell? The smell of cinnamon and cigarettes? Or maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be remembered at all.
"Kedavra!"
