Alicelxngbottom - There Is Thunder In Her Heart

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Six days was not enough time to heal from giving birth, but Alice didn’t really care. She’d definitely regret it later, and Frank and Moody would be furious when they found out, but she had to see Dorcas. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dorcas sitting in a dark, cold cell in Azkaban, unsure if she would make it out. Alice knew that Alastor was doing everything he could to get released, and that since she was supposed to be on maternity leave, she should trust him to handle the situation, but she couldn’t bear the thought of not at least seeing Dorcas. 

So one evening when Frank had fallen asleep alongside a peaceful Neville, Alice crept slowly out of bed and threw on her Auror robes, stopping only for a quick moment to grab something from the study before she snuck out of the house and made her way to the wizarding prison. It wasn’t a fun journey, especially when one had just had a baby days before, but Alice’s determination kept her moving forward. 

The coldness of Azkaban seemed to seep through her bones the moment she stepped on the island, all of her fears about her capability to be a good mother returning in full force, now accompanied by thoughts of horrible things happening to Neville. Shivering, she made her way to an interrogation room, opting to have someone else lead Dorcas there so that she didn’t have to walk that far into the prison. When the wizarding keeper of the prison led Dorcas in the room, Alice nodded her thanks, keeping her face serious and professional. As he left, Alice waved her wand to put up some extra protections so that they wouldn’t be overheard. When that was done, she rushed forward to wrap Dorcas in a hug. “Oh my merlin, how are you? I’m so sorry that this is happening to you.”

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I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird, and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t talk like Murphy Brown. And I hate your pantsuit. I wish it had ribbons on it or something to make it just slightly cuter. And that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong.

Even though Alice was nearly to her due date, she ignored Moody’s hints that she should take a break and start her maternity leave. Especially with Frank gone, Alice couldn’t stand to sit around the house alone and think about all of the things that had been happening lately or how nervous she was for childbirth. She needed a distraction, and work had always been good at keeping her busy. So despite the fact that she was moving slower than an old man with a cane, Alice dragged herself to work. 

As she entered the Atrium, choosing to apparate rather than floo directly into the Auror offices at this stage of her pregnancy, Alice looked around, always marveling at the majesty that was the Atrium. Beginning to make her way towards the elevators, Alice greeted those she knew with a smile and nod. But when she stepped off the elevator onto the floor of the DMLE, Alice’s smile became a little more forced. 

Her cousin Bellatrix was standing in the hallway, an annoyed look on her face. It was impossible for Alice not to think of all the things Emmeline had shared, the way Bellatrix had tortured her. Alice had always struggled with how she should feel about her family. She had been fairly certain of Bella and Freya’s loyalties, though they had never been caught for anything, but not knowing for sure had always helped her to interact with them with a normal familial affection. But now that she had heard of the horrors Bellatrix had put Emmeline through, it was a lot harder for Alice to see Bellatrix as anything but a monster. “Oh, Bellatrix. Hello.” Alice stumbled over her words, feeling awkward. 

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