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Much As She Had Lived by ignipes (PG-13)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: GEN: Dorcas Meadowes
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ignipes
Author Website: see her livejournal
Why this must be read: This is a very powerful piece. It takes a relatively obscure character and looks into her, just a little bit. It's about war and death and the people we know, and just how things fall in the end.
"...That's Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally..." -- OotP, page 174
"She told me once that she used to come out here and lie in the grass, on her back by one of the headstones, to pretend that she was dead like the rest of her family."
Moody looked at Caradoc Dearborn in surprise. He didn't know that the Meadowes girl had ever confided in anyone, or ever spoke to anyone about anything other than horses. Dearborn was staring at the western horizon, frowning slightly.
"Why did she tell you that?" Moody asked, his tone harsh with disbelief.
Dearborn shrugged and didn't answer.
Much As She Had Lived
Pairing: GEN: Dorcas Meadowes
Author on LJ:
ignipesAuthor Website: see her livejournal
Why this must be read: This is a very powerful piece. It takes a relatively obscure character and looks into her, just a little bit. It's about war and death and the people we know, and just how things fall in the end.
"...That's Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally..." -- OotP, page 174
"She told me once that she used to come out here and lie in the grass, on her back by one of the headstones, to pretend that she was dead like the rest of her family."
Moody looked at Caradoc Dearborn in surprise. He didn't know that the Meadowes girl had ever confided in anyone, or ever spoke to anyone about anything other than horses. Dearborn was staring at the western horizon, frowning slightly.
"Why did she tell you that?" Moody asked, his tone harsh with disbelief.
Dearborn shrugged and didn't answer.
Much As She Had Lived