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Only a few things had ran through Dorcas Meadowes's mind during her time of capture, even when the sadistic Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, had shot curses and hexes at her, laughing while she struggled to free herself and screamed and cursed in pain. Of those few things were Derek Dobbs, the love of her life, and that she was damned if she did not get out of this alive to marry that silly fiancé of her's. She also thought of her beloved, goofy cousin James and his best friend Sirius, and how they wasn't as goofy anymore. Her family also came up.

And as she had thought about them, she had almost felt an air of finality about it all. But that was silly thinking, yes? The Order was coming, the cavalry and all, to save her. They would rescue her, she would escape. However, in the dark hours where she would lie alone and aching, working to gradually free herself of her magical bonds, with the Death Eaters mercifully gone for the briefest of times; she had wondered if this was really it. Being in the Order... she had sworn to give her life and soul to the cause. Marlene McKinnon had valiantly gave her life, and the tiny brunette (she still couldn't think of her late friend without a twinge in her heart) had been among their best.

She had drifted in and out of consciousness, until she heard noises. They had come, this was it. The Death Eater standing guard over her had her wand, and as he advanced towards her, she used all her strength to free her loosened bonds. She hopped up and punched him in the nose before he knew what was happening. As he went down she snatched her wand. In a relatively short amount of time she was out there too, running with all her might. She was badly weakened from lack of proper food and water, as well as the painful curses she had endured.

She would make it out of here all right. She would collapse at St. Mungo's, then at the Order House, then reunite with Derek.

Well, bugger those plans.

Gasping for air as she furiously ran, she came to a sudden halt, as before her eyes were her baby cousin... and Voldemort, not more than three yards away from her. A hot sun of rage burst in her chest, and she quickly closed the distance between them, stepping in front of James, facing him.

"I believe it's me that you're looking for," she said coolly, dual emotions of anger and fear coursing through her.