Caradoc Dearborn

Caradoc Dearborn A former Hufflepuff and now Hit Wizard.

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Caradoc Dearborn at ages 17 and 23. 

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A burden.

Maybe that’s the best way to describe me…

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Burden? What do ya mean Remus?

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Endless Worries | Caradoc and Benjy |

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More alcohol? Since when did Caradoc start drinking? Like, really drinking? Benjy cocked a brow and nodded in agreement. “Damn right, we need to stay alert.” Benjy moved to the sink and grabbed two glasses, filled them both with water the muggle way and set them on the table as he took a seat. He pushed the glass towards Caradoc and let a moment of silence pass between them.

In truth, it was kinda nice to have Caradoc in the same room as him. Lately, Benjy hadn’t been able to spend as much time with his friend. It put a strain on their friendship — at least from Benjy’s end. He was more dependent than he’d prefer to admit when it came to the very few friendships he had in his life. Especially with Caradoc.

"We’ll be fine." Benjy said half heartedly, mainly because obviously there was no real way he could be sure but he knew Caradoc needed to hear it. Caradoc was probably thinking all sorts of negative things — it was clear as day with the way the other man ran his fingers over his eyes like he had the worst headache ever.

Benjy filled his lungs and then sighed. Swallowed down nothing. Just wanted to say something — anything — that might help. Instead, what came out of his mouth was a soft spoken, “I miss you, Car.” He remained still, carefully watching Caradoc in an attempt to further read him.

He knew Benjy was worried about him and that, for some reason, made him feel guilty. Benjy had enough to deal with already let alone having to worry about his pessimistic and doubtful best mate. But he knew Benjy didn't mind because that was what they did for each other - they picked each other up from the ground when they were at their worst and dusted them off, pushing them back out into the world. They were friends and a bit like parents but, most importantly, they had become brothers.

Caradoc remembered doing it for Benjy when his mum had passed, watching his friend crumble around the edges. Caradoc had been there, right beside him, and the two made the pact that they would join the Order, together. They vowed to look out for one another, to fight for a cause worth dying for and to fight for the remembrance of Benjy's mum. 

Although he couldn't help but still feel as if he was imposing but he shrugged away the thoughts for now. A few days at Benjy's wouldn't hurt and it was a chance for Caradoc to look after him as well, as everyone knew how careless Benjy could be. Benjy was incredibly passionate but it often drove him to be impulsive as well. Car felt an intense protectiveness over Benjy, even if he was younger than his best mate.

He relaxed the sullen expression from his face, forcing himself to visibly loosen up. There was no use in getting Benjy riled up too, especially when he hadn't even received the chess piece himself. Car knew it was coming - how could they not know Benjy was involved with the Order? - but for now, he'd let his mind take a rest with the presence of his best friend right beside him.

Upon Benjy's admittance, he looked up to glance at him. He had said it a million times but Benjy really was Car's source of light. He offered him a hand to lead him out of his dark tunnel of swirling thoughts that refused to cease. "I miss you too, mate." He let his arm extend, reaching to place a hand on Benjy's shoulder for a moment before returning to his seat. He smiled softly, just a twinge of a smile, his hands encasing over his glass. "Thank you for letting me stop here. I'm sorry it just.." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, "all this is a lot harder than I expected. I know that sounds bad - how could war be easy? - but I never thought it'd be so much more mentally exhausting than physical." 

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Solitude | Caradoc & Marlene | July 6, 1978

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Living with the boys wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be. The three of them all acted nearly the same. They enjoyed good company and even better booze. Most days her life consisted of cleaning up around Benjy’s flat as she felt as if she owed him more than she could ever give. He had taken in both her and Caradoc and when they were home together she felt as if an entire army of Death Eaters couldn’t take them down. But along with everyone else in the wizarding world, they had all changed. It hadn’t been obvious at first but each and everyone of them slept less now. They checked to make sure the doors were locked at least five times before going to bed and even the smallest of noises was deemed necessary to assess. 

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Marlene got home much earlier than either boys and it was when the waiting game began. She would walk through the door, reassemble the defensive spells and find busy work for herself to do. Before the White Knight Scare she would have had no problem with being alone but things were different now. It was only a matter of time before the mysterious sender began to single them out and she was almost sure that she would be first.The blonde was the easiest to get to. Out of all the Order members, she had been the most shaken. Several panic attacks had ensued the scare and she was never sure when the next one would follow. 

As he made his way towards her, she fumbled with the knobs on stove before finally turning them off. She was sure that if she were to get distracted by Caradoc she’d end up burning down the entire building. While waiting for him to speak she removed the pot carefully and empty the contents into a nearby strainer. Her eyes flickered between him and the chess piece that laid in the middle of the floor. She was afraid that he might question her latest emotional attack and request that she go for a visit at St. Mungo’s. She wasn’t crazy, she was sure of it. But there had been one thing on her mind that entire day that she’d been aching to ask him.

Marlene lost sight of the man for nearly a second but knew immediately where he had gone to when she’d gently collided into him. Her arms dangled carelessly and she stood still, refusing to give into him at that moment. She’d waited all day to talk with him and she wasn’t going to give up now. Without moving an inch she whispered,” What are we doing? Just..explain this to me.”

The question had caught him off guard and Caradoc wasn't certain whether or not she was upset because of their relationship or because of the stresses of the outside world. It was probably a mixture of both, as the two of them seemed more serious as time went on. It was already confusing enough to have to handle where their relationship was going let alone having to deal with it while also trying to keep themselves safe. The chess piece had caused a stir among all the Order members - many of them abandoning their homes to move in with others. He hardly even knew where half of them were hiding and maybe that was for the best, to know the least amount of other people's business as possible. 

He frowned, realizing her body was pulling away from him more than it was settling into him. She was resisting him, even if she didn't move from his grasp, and he released her. He allowed his hands to rest firmly on her hips, now gently turning her to face him. "What do you mean?" He cocked a brow, now backing up a few feet to give her some space. He leaned against Benjy's kitchen table, staring at her from just a few feet away, studying her stance. She was in her defensive mode, one he didn't particularly like, even if she was wildly beautiful.

But still, he could picture himself coming home to her like this every day, hair pushed from her face, looking less glamorized than usual. It was funny living with Marlene now because he was able to see sides of her he hadn't before. The three of them often lounged together and while it could be stressful at times, the three got on well with some drinks in them. They horsed around and it was nice to see Benjy consistently like this, as if they were still in the Hufflepuff dorm room.

"If you're asking me for a definite answer as to what we are than I can't give it to you. I can't decide what our relationship is by myself, Marls. It's something we should decide on together. " His tone was even and calm, just as he sounded before. She was clearly unsettled and Caradoc only wanted to comfort her. "But I do care about you. A lot. And I'd do anything for you and I'd do anything to keep you safe, no matter what."

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A Firewhiskey Affair | Caradoc & Marlene | June 19, 1978

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The way Caradoc moved felt more genuine to Malrene than anything else right then. His hands caressed the lower half of her body and as she sat atop of the built man she knew that was where she wanted to belong. Within his arms, shagging him mercilessly wasn’t much to ask for in her mind. And as long as he complied, she had no problem giving in to his demands. All except one. Her entire sexual career she remained on top and even if Caradoc was stronger than she was, she promised herself that she’d come out victorious.

As his eyes bore into her she couldn’t help but let out another breathless laugh. How had they come to this? They had been simply friends before this night and now they had turned to lovers. His drawers were the only thing separating the two from becoming one. Their sweat had meshed together at this point and not even the alcohol or heartbreak provided them with a mere obstacle. Nothing stood in their way anymore. For the night she would give herself to him and in return she hoped he would do the same.

He was gentle with her, treated her as if she was a porcelain doll bound to break. To prove that he could do with her as he pleased she  reached down and grabbed his hands, pushing them down towards her rear. They were both silent up until that point, marveling in each other’s physical beauty. But she realized that as she breathed him in that perhaps fags weren’t the most intoxicating things. Maybe, just maybe, it might of been him.

She shook her head and smiled sadly saying,” I’m a hard person to be with, Car. I’ll hurt you over and over again and just when you think you have me…I’m gone.” Marlene looked up towards the ceiling, preventing any tears from falling before she continued.”But I want this. I want you Caradoc Dearborn. I don’t want you to be just another one night stand. You’ve done so much for me already and if I lose you…Who am I going to have left that understands?” She leaned forward slightly, her hand cupping the side of his face. “So yes, Car. I’d like you to fuck my brains out.” A soft smile reappeared upon her red lips as she kissed him feverishly. With her free hand she grasped the elastic band of his boxers and slowly slid them down. Even though they were just moments away from shagging, she couldn’t help but torture him even more.

"Marlene, you aren't going to lose me." 

It came out faster than he had intended and with more believability than he thought was possible. To be honest, the last few months Caradoc had been more negative and it mostly had to do with the fact that he wasn't optimistic about the impending war. While he was fighting alongside some of the brightest and most intelligent witches and wizards he had ever known, the numbers seemed grim. They were passionate individuals and while good should triumph over evil like so many stories he's heard, he is more a realist than anyone could imagine. With that said, he knew he'd fight until it was literally and physically impossible. He would fight until he died. 

Maybe promising Marlene that she wouldn't lose him was a bit far stretched. Who knew who would survive and who wouldn't and while he hoped and wished for everyone to live, could it really be possible? He felt a bit guilty for even thinking it and vowed to never pass along his depressing thoughts to anyone, not even Benjy. So many of the Order members brought so much light and optimism into their duties and tasks and it helped Caradoc focus too. But there was always this deep nagging in the back of his head that he couldn't quite shake off, no matter how much light surrounded him. 

He tried to refocus on Marlene and her words but with his hands cupping her arse, it was hard to wrap his head around anything. Her words did sting a bit though, wondering if she'd always really push him away. It was obvious; years spent shagging men who didn't care about her and the fight of being on top (literally), how could she believe that she could be loved truly one day? And maybe love was a strong word at a time like this as they've only just kissed tonight, but he cared for her more than she knew. He had for years and he had always hid a secret crush on Marlene McKinnon, even if she was a few years younger than he was. 

As he felt the tugging on his boxers, the elastic slowly and teasingly sliding down his leg, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Marlene. He sighed softly and while it felt nice for both bodies to be exposed, wanting them to crash and spill into one another, even in ways not physically possible, her admittance of needing him and her stories of men who never cared, he knew this time needed to be different for her. She had been shagged before but had she ever had someone that was gentle and focused on pleasuring her more than they cared for their own? When he felt his boxers fall to his ankles, he kicked them off, his hands leaving her arse to now allow for his upper body to lift up, letting his back rest against the headboard, her body still strattling him. He wrapped his arms around her frame and it was so odd seeing how tiny she was within his grasp, as if his arms could swallow her whole. 

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Edgar didn’t get a letter from the White Knight. For whatever reason, he’s off that creeps radar and I’m not going to put him in danger by staying with him. I’m tired of hiding out…I miss my own bed. I think it’s time for me to go back to my own place. 

[Caradoc hadn't thought of it that way. Benjy hadn't received a message from the White Knight either and yet, he moved into his home, as did Marlene. Maybe they should have stayed at his, although his flat was painfully small] But you need someone to stay with you..[He hoped the words didn't make her uncomfortable but Caradoc did truly and genuinely care for Amelia. He couldn't imagine her ever getting hurt] 

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Oh c’mon. You don’t need a lecture. Just smell it before you put it in your mouth.

That's what she said.

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Oh yes, I’m kept quite busy. 

Interesting? Yeah, I guess I can see that. I’ve been staying with Mr. Moody, Sirius and Dorcas, but I feel like I’m intruding. I imagine Mr. Moody wants his house back and being there didn’t stop the veritaserum…[she sighed and shrugged] I probably won’t stay much longer. 

Why didn't you stay with Ed? I'm sure he would have wanted to look after you. And I'm sure Mr. Moody doesn't mind, he'd want to keep you safe. Where will you head to next? I'd offer my flat but I'm not there at the moment..

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Oh, I think I will. You’ve been makin’ some real questionable decisions lately, mate. I’m just a little worried.

Harsh. Care to lecture me then?

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coffee shop - 17th of july, 1978.

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{An appraising stare and a few moments after, Regulus shook the offered hand, firmly like he was taught to do. } Nice to meet you, Caradoc, I hope. {An another moment of silence passed before he gave a smile — something that looked both pleasant and unnatural on his youthful face. It was a rare occurrence, but it was morning and he hadn’t slept last night, so there. }

[It seemed to Car that Regulus was very much in his own head, thinking about a decision first before acting. The slight stillness before the handshake and the apprehension of a smile, it unnerved Caradoc. The 'I hope' didn't help and Caradoc held no particular expression on his face. He really didn't know how to react, especially with how similar he looked to Sirius] I hope? [He chuckled lightly] I think I'm quite a friendly lad. I recognized you quickly, you look a lot like your brother. We went to school together although he was a few years younger than me. 

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You might belong in Hufflepuff

where they are just and loyal

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Benjy Fenwick and Caradoc Dearborn, 6th year.

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coffee shop - 17th of july, 1978.

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   { Regulus kept a slightly absent gaze on the man in front of him, idly twirling a spoon around his cup of coffee. He had a name somewhere, in the back of his mind, but he didn’t even bother to hope bringing it to his mouth. }

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Regulus, yes. I apologise, I am not familiar with your name.

Oh, no, it's alright. I'm Caradoc Dearborn. Graduated quite a few years ago, though it feels just like yesterday. [He extended his hand, although not certain how he would react. He really knew nothing of Regulus but Caradoc did like Sirius so he went for it]

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I hope so, but we’ll have to see. I’m not really working with the kids, though. Just letting the higher-ups know if or when there’s been a violation. 

You’re staying with Benjy and Marlene, aren’t you? I imagine that’s not the most restful house to be in right now. 

I know but still probably loads of work to do, huh?

I am, yeah. And it's been..[He trails off, uncertain how to word it] interesting. Lots of personality in the house with Marls and Benjy there. I'm a bit private so it's odd sharing a space with people again. Where are you now? 

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Good Coffee, Strong Coffee // Amelia & Caradoc

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And there it was. The choice. Caradoc had opened up more than he typically did, admitted to enjoying her company, to needing her presence in his life. What was she to do? Say no? Amelia could never be that selfish. It was well past time for her to get over her stupid, school girl crush anyway. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was unrequited had to help with that. No more dreams, no more fantasies, just cold, hard reality. 

"Of course it’s alright," she replied, smiling softly. If it was a bit sadder than usual, she did what she could to mask that fact. "We’re friends, we’ve always been friends. That’s not going to change, I promise. I’m still me, you’re still you…awkward and uncomfortable revelations aside. Nothing has changed." 

And nothing would change. It was selfish of her to expect him to return or acknowledge her feelings. There were more important things happening in the world right now than her being rejected by Caradoc Dearborn. Maybe those stupid owls she’d received about him being with Marlene McKinnon were true, maybe they weren’t, it didn’t matter. She would rather have him as a friend than nothing. 

"I’m really sorry to have made things weird, Car, I really and truly never intended to say anything to anyone about this. Please forgive me if I made you uncomfortable," she added, staring at the table. 

Merlin she was tired, more tired than she thought. Why else would there be tears pricking the backs of her eyes? Amelia didn’t cry easily, she was a tough young woman and, if she ever cried, it was alone in her room where it wouldn’t be noticed by anyone. She could only hope Caradoc would miss it now. Just in case he didn’t, she yawned to give herself an excuse for her watery eyes. She still had to go back to work and finish the day before she could rest. 

Caradoc was immensely relieved when Amelia seemed to still want to be his friend, even though she was clearly hurt and uncomfortable. He wished he had had better social skills in situations like this. He wished he was someone charming and collected and wouldn't have made Amelia feel bad. Caradoc never pressured anyone into telling them something unless they wanted to confess on their own, as he despised when people did the same to him. This was clearly fate's way of saying that he needed to follow that and keep his curiosity pushed aside so it didn't cause more painful situations like this. 

When she mentioned that nothing had changed, he frowned slightly. With this admittance, wouldn't everything change? She couldn't pretend as if she hadn't said it and he couldn't pretend as if he hadn't heard it. But he didn't want to pretend that he hadn't heard, just as he had stated earlier. Caradoc may be an idiot and may be a bit all over the place but he still thought of himself as more mature than many men his age. He knew he would be mature about this situation, or at least try to, and he knew Amelia would do the same. She may be young and innocent but she was also incredibly intelligent and kind. 

"You didn't make things weird." He shook his head immediately, smiling towards her. "And you didn't make me uncomfortable. You don't realize how flattered I am." And it had been true; One of the, if not the, brightest witch of her age had grown to like him? Not only was she bright but beautiful, something mentioned in the past between Benjy and Caradoc. Of course, Edgar had not been present during this particular conversation. "You are beautiful. And I'm quite certain your eyes could strike a man down," He joked, a smirk pulling to his lips. He hoped the compliment wasn't inappropriate or only made the situation worse but she deserved to hear it.

And maybe if Amelia had mentioned her crush sooner, things would have been different. But now with the war, his frustration over the life he was given, and the confusing tug-of-war with Marlene, he couldn't possibly let Amelia get tangled up in it all. Caradoc had never been selfish when it came to those he loved, at least he hoped not, and he cared too much for her to allow that. He couldn't help but think that somehow, he would only ruin her. At the end of the day, Caradoc was an unhappy man. 

He noticed her yawn and looked down at their empty coffee cups. He looked at the clock, realizing they were already pushing it with time. "Wanna head back then?" 

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Potential Agreement | Caradoc & Lucius | June 19th, 1978

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By this point they had moved through the Atrium to the gilded lifts that lead to the various levels of the Ministry.  Lucius pressed the button to call one, before looking over at Caradoc.  ”I fear that the situation has made it difficult for everyone.  On my account, I find myself worried about my wife’s safety, if she were to be used as a way to get to me.  I am always concerned about her well-being, of course, but now?  I fear that there are some who would use the ones I love as a weapon.”

Lucius thought back to their school days to what he could remember about Dearborn.  No lasting romantic relationship to speak of.  The only notable thing that stood out was his friendship with that Fenwick, also from Hufflepuff. There’d been rumors that it extended beyond just friendship, but nothing had been confirmed.  Wether sexual or not, the two were close to the point of being brothers.  He wondered if he should play that card or not.  It was worth the risk.  He did not have much to lose if the conversation when south from this point, but something to gain if it worked out like the planned it to.

"I am sure you understand about worrying about loved ones, particularly those that have become family.  I can only imagine how much more difficult it would be if said loved one cared little for their own safety…"

A ding announced the arrival of the lift, and Lucius gestured for Caradoc to enter first.  Once he’d followed the other man inside, he turned to the controls and reached out a hand.  ”Level two, correct?  Unless you have to stop somewhere else?”

If Lucius was apart of Voldemort's army as Caradoc suspected he could be, who was he to fear? The Order was a strong force, yes, but were they really ones to harm a person's family to get to them? The Order fought against everything the Dark Lord and Death Eaters represented and he knew they'd never be a group that targeted against anyone they presumed to be innocent, even if that meant missing an opportunity to find and take care of a powerful figure in the Dark Lord's army. It was a nice charade Lucius was putting up, to fear safety from evil, but one that Caradoc could see through. He was a cynic, after all.

He did wonder about Narcissa, as she was obviously much softer spoken than her sister, Bellatrix, who didn't hesitate to voice her opinions in Lord Voldemort's favor. Had she also become a Death Eater if her husband and family had been so involved? He couldn't help but feel as though she was, even if her personality didn't match to that of a normal follower. "I wish I wouldn't need to wish you and your family the best during this time. If there was only a full proof plan to keep them safe..."

As Lucius continued, speaking of Caradoc's own loved ones and their reckless behavior, he raised a brow. He immediately knew he was speaking about Benjy and he turned to look at him, gaze cold as ice. He stood a little more straight, relieved to be as tall and as large as he was. Although Lucius had always been a smooth talker, it was nice for Caradoc to feel a little more comfortable with the situation with size on his side. "I wouldn't worry yourself about the actions of others, especially when they have such a large family, as you say, on their side. We all must look out for our friends and family, don't we?" He could feel heat radiate from him, especially now that Benjy was brought up. Everyone knew that mentioning the other was a touchy subject, especially when it comes from someone they didn't trust or like. The boys had become like brothers before they even hit puberty and there was an intense need to protect there. "Thank you for the concern though."

Caradoc nodded as he entered the lift after Lucius' command, walking to the end of the lift, back pressed against the wall. With a dig of his forearm against him, he could feel his wand, just as another sense of comfort. He wouldn't need it of course, as Lucius didn't seem to be an impulsive man, but Caradoc took many extra safe measures, just to be certain. "No, you're correct. Thank you." He lifted out a hand, grasping the handle above him.