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@alectoxxcarrow
Let our hearts ignite.
Kaya Scodelario as Alecto Carrow.
Iwan Rheon as Amycus Carrow.
Alecto Carrow | THE SNAKE | ● 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 ●
Alecto didn't speak. She was always on the sidelines, on the ground of the Slytherin Common Room or on the ground of the Great Hall. It seemed she didn't think about anyone, but she observed and listened everyone. She limited herself to filing her nails, or to posing her eyes on her classmates. In her, nothing.
Alecto tied her hair in a chignon and cocked her shoulders, walking between students with her royal bearing. She had her wand in the sleeve of the gown, an easy place to reach.
Alecto had not friends, she was ignored.
But if they knew...
In the night she was the darkness, in the prohibited section of the Hogwarts' library. She practiced with her wand unpronounceable spells. She wrote letters for her family where she asked information.
Alecto was a spy, a little snake.
Alecto inclined her lips in a smile and, in her head, she cursed everyone.
─ ─ ─ ♡ ❝ Ơnly a ℭarrow can love a ℭarrow. ❞
Kaya Scodelario as Alecto Carrow;
Iwan Rheon as Amycus Carrow;
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AU – Amycus goes off to war and Alecto sees him off
He her not to come. He knew she’s been a blubbering mess and she’d cling to him until the last possible second. She wanted to study every laugh line around his light blue eyes, feel the way his lips curved when they kissed goodbye, even inhale his scent so that when she fell asleep she could draw on all those memories.
Alecto ran out onto the tarmac, ignoring the cries of the airport security that had attempted to stop her. She raced towards the military aircraft and the handful of men in crisp, new uniforms boarding the flight.
“AMYCUS!”
Her cry caught the attention of the men and more importantly Amycus, whose face lit up. He broke away from the other soldiers, dropping his duffle bag as Alecto threw herself at him.
“I told you not to come, Ally.” He murmured into her hair as they embraced tightly.
“I know,” she leaned back resting her forehead against him. “But I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t see you off. I’ve got something for you, so you’ll have a piece of me with you.” He held her hips as she gently removed the silk scarf from around her neck, draping it around his. “Hopefully it’ll bring you comfort and remind you of home for as long as you need to be away.”
He curtly nodded and sweetly kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.” She whispered, her chin trembling as the tears forming at the corners of her eyes threatened to fall. She released him and let him walk off, turning her back on the plane as he boarded. She blew out a shaky breath and walked away.
HEADCANON 007 Their Magical Connection
Unbeknownst to them, their magical cores developed together intertwining them in unimaginable ways. It would never come to light until they were older, but Alecto and Amycus Carrow’s magical cores would always recognize the other’s in a way that had never been seen in the Carrow Family. Magic was a mysterious entity that was always developing and evolving in different ways so when it came to light that Alecto and Amycus’ cores were so interconnected, the Carrow ancestors were rather surprised. It was unheard of to be so deeply bonded that a witch or wizard’s wand and subsequently magic could be used by someone else. But that was exactly what the Carrow twins could do.
To them, it was natural to use each other’s wand if they were in desperate need to accomplish something. Alecto and Amycus could often be found picking up the other’s wand around Hogwarts without a second thought or a blink of an eye. And though their Professors were wary of the sight, the twins’ wands never revolted against the other twin. It was as if their wands recognized that the twin was a part of their master, as if their magical signature was so intertwined that the wand accepted the other twin without thought or complaint.
Two parts of a whole. It was obvious that the wands recognized that the twins separate magical cores were two parts of a whole. It was as if their deep bond that connected them body, soul and mind reached ever further to the depths of their magic. Their magic recognized in the purest form how Alecto and Amycus were completely connected and entangled in a deeper way than even they could understand. It was only their connection, their trust and their unconditional love for each other that encouraged and built this ability to use each other’s wands. Some days they can even feel the magic coursing in the other wixen.
And during battle when they are fighting their enemies, Alecto and Amycus will never be unable to support each other, their hands exchanging their wands and their magic like it’s a seamless string never breaking and never ceasing. For they two sides of the same whole.
WDF Meme ϟ Harry Potter Verse
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Amycus and Alecto Carrow, as children.
Taken by Mrs. Carrow.
I think really good drama comes down to real human emotion. That’s what makes us all tick and that’s what I’ve always been drawn to when it comes to scripts is real human emotion and dealing with that. I find that all very fascinating, the human psyche.
Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends.
Amycus Carrow || Alecto Carrow || Rosier Vanity || Moore || Antonin Dolohov ||
buried beneath the shadows: for the girl sat in the shadows, for the girl who tampered with their memories, for the girl who embraced darkness. [Listen here]
everybody wants to rule the world - lorde ♦ dark doo wop - ms mr ♦ young and beautiful - lana del rey ♦ artificial nocturnal - metric ♦ seven devils - florence & the machine ♦ bliss - muse ♦ castle in glass - linkin park ♦ black widow - cage the elephant ♦ lost cause - imagine dragons ♦ fantasy - ms mr ♦ girl with one eye - florence & the machine ♦ nightcall - london grammar ♦ lilith - susanne sundfør ♦ assassin - muse ♦ burning in the skies - linkin park ♦ haunt - bastille ♦ on the surface - civil twilight ♦ long long time ago - javier navarrete
female death eaters + name meanings & origin
Though she was always a highly desired dance partner and the center of male attention at most balls, at times Alecto stepped away, often without anyone realizing she had disappeared and searching the hall fruitlessly for her detached, depthless stare.
Amycus always knew where to find her, though she did not know it, and he would always keep the secret: that Alecto Carrow, in her quiet moments of repressed emotion, retired to one of the unused parlors where one could only hear the echoing laughter and music from the ball. Alone, she stood with her back to the entrance and touched nothing, as detached in this room as she was in her life, so terribly unmoving that he had to hold his breath to keep her from hearing him.
The Carrow daughter, heir to nothing, held to impossible standards nonetheless, revealed little in these moments of solitude, because emotional vulnerability was not her way. None could guess the thoughts inside her head, behind all those walls of protection and painted perfection.