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harris bit at his pink tinted lips as he observed the way veruca reacted. in a way she was something rather peculiar but it fascinated him as his hands ran over the slight bristle of his chin. with holding a chuckle he tilted his head slightly ‘’you like to ramble it seems?’’ he added more as an observation than a declaration. ‘’sorry that probably came across as rude.’’ he furrows his eye brows in an attempt to show his emotions better but still a smile cracked through flashing his pearly whites. he could see the girl before him liked to talk a lot and it was amusing him very much. ‘’how about we start small then shall we?’’ he adds as his hand reaches down to wrap around the handle of his case. 

‘‘my name is harris and i’m not a serial killer.’‘ he states looking directly at the girl with a small smirk begining to pull on the corner of his mouth. ‘‘i like to watch serial killer documentaries though.’‘ he joked nodding his head in the direction of the gate but as his foot stepped out he stumbles; a blush spreading across his cheeks and all the way down his neck. his eyes now glued to the floor in embarrassment. ‘‘you don’t have to pretend to be anyone different around me — okay?’‘ he adds seriously for a few moments. ‘‘this adventure is all about being who you are, so i don’t want us to be anything but ourselves. can we promise each other that? two strangers just agree to be honest?’‘ — he didn’t really know where this was coming from but he knew it all stemmed down to rachel and the fact that obviously didn’t love him enough for who he was on the inside and out. and the sting was once again back although it had disappeared for a few moments. 

harris began to walk in the direction of the gate taking a glance at veruca every now and then. he couldn’t believe this girl had agreed to go with him to cancun; and do something weird and wild. it was all new to harris and to be honest it scared him. ‘’gate 406.’’ he states out loud almost giggling at the fact he was doing this. ‘’i hope you’re ready to do something weird…wait? whats your name?’’ he asks spinning to look at her ‘’you know my name but i don’t know yours.’’ he was shocked at himself some what — he was the guy who always had to know everything; he hated not knowing details but this was a weird and different situation. ‘’right before we get on this plane lets tell each other three facts about ourselves? okay?’’

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————— ❛ veruca grimaced at his comment. while his comment was certainly ground in reality she still felt a pang in her chest. normally she wasn’t necessarily this talkative with strangers, more so her friends, but something about him unlocked the floodgates of her lips and her words kept bubbling out like a hyperactive river. “i’m not— i’m not usually this talkative,” her fingers idly scratched the back of her neck, “with strangers at least.” despite his assurance that he was in fact not a serial killer, veruca found herself monitoring is movements. with a smirk of pure smugness the brunette quirked a brow. “i just so happen to be a psych major,” it was quite odd that she was voluntarily spitting out information about herself to this not so, but also still kind of stranger, “i’m studying to be a psychological profiler— like on criminal minds.” her demeanor had now changed, her body language much more inviting as she continued to delve further into personal details. 

“did you know ted bundy’s mom is actually his older sister? his father had raped his older sister and she got pregnant with ted. it kind of makes you wonder, had he not been a product of incest, would he still wind up following the same path? do you believe in fate?” veruca was a firm believer in fate, though she believed fate could be changed. nothing in life was guaranteed, set in stone. perhaps their meeting had been fate. had she not missed her flight, the two strangers wouldn’t be having this very vacation and harris would find himself one person short of an adventure. “i don’t know about you, harris, but i never pretend to be anybody but myself.” lie. you’re a liar. what a great way to start your adventure, veruca. the brunette scolded her inner voice. who asked you, she thought, an array of expressions contorting her features. shaking her jiminy cricket back into its depths, veruca focused her attention back on the male whose arm was not linked with her own. with a raise and kitting of her brows, veruca chuckled. “i told you my name, harris. i’m hurt you’ve forgotten already.”

veruca plucked her passport from the depths of her purse where she’d angrily chucked it just moments ago. “well, first fact, my name is veruca.” she cocked her head as the statement left her lips for a second time. “and no, my parents did not name me after willy wonka.” as the two now stood in the line flowing from their designated gate she turned to face him again. “i was supposed to be on a plane to israel right now, but you already know the story behind all that.” a finger now tapped against her chin, her features detailing that she was in deep thought. “i’ve got a sailor’s mouth, so prepare yourself.” veruca smiled, her finger wiggling before she pointed it at him. “now, sir, it’s your turn.”

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harris had two tickets in hand as he looked down at the writing stating time, gate and the place he was heading. the feeling of guilt washed over him as the thought of his fiance… ex fiance? harris’ mind now wandered to rachel and what she could possibly be doing in this moment? was she as heart broken as him? was she thinking about every possibility to win him back, as he was her? harris knew that she would be doing something that he wouldn’t want to know about. probably happy that she was finally free— his heart constricted at the thought. time began to slow as he almost felt his knees buckle under the pressure that was begining to settle upon his shoulders. groaning almost inaudibly he drops his head; how did things get this fucked up when it was normal last week?

looking around the room he tried to focus his thoughts on something other than his loud thoughts that were almost screaming at him. but his mind was frozen when he heard a voice pierce through his thoughts. letting his eyes wandered they finally settled upon a petite brunette who stood not too far from him. eavesdropping had always been something that he frowned upon but he couldn’t help but tune into her distress as he listened. watching her for a few moments he couldn’t explain how beautiful she was— not something he usually noticed but there was something about her that made his pupils dilate and mouth slightly part. harris had caught himself staring and couldn’t tare his gaze away from the girl. 

something that rachel had said popped into his head as he watched the girl; he was never one for adventure. was that one of the reasons she’d left him? because he wasn’t spontaneous and adventurous; he’d always had a plan for everything and in that moment harris did something he couldn’t explain and even as years went on he still to this day cannot explain. 

he began walking in her direction still in this moment unsure of what his actual intentions were; but he was being spontaneous right? or would she think he was weird? shaking his head he cleared his throat to grab her attention and when he got the full view of her up close he became almost speechless. when she greeted him he stumbled over his words for a few moments before clearing his throat completely. 

‘‘hi— i just, i overheard that you were having some trouble and was—’‘ he paused again looking down at the tickets in hand. ‘‘do you want to go on an adventure?’‘ he asked her out right shocking himself from the words that had just left his mouth as he held the tickets up in the air. what the fuck was he doing? 

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————— ❛ there was a shared moment of silence between them, both taking the intermission as a chance to size up, if you will, the other. veruca found herself itching to reach out and run the pads of her fingertips across the dip on the bridge of his nose where an oddly symmetrical scar sat, a bridge between two thick brows. her mind wandered, a multitude of scenarios bubbling up in her mind as it attempted to figure out just how exactly he got such a prominent scar. perhaps he too had killed the dark lord and been penned the boy who lived. veruca laughed at her silly deduction, though it only came out as a rush of air through her nose and a low humph. 

the two tickets in his hand piqued her interest, her mind once again wandering. why did he have two tickets? was his plan to scour the airport for an adventure partner? or had he only come up with the idea upon seeing her? veruca blinked, her head bobbing the thoughts from her mind. “why do you—,” she closed her eyes momentarily and shook her head, breathing out a subtle nevermind. once her crystal blue glaze had settled on his face again she offered a warm smile. “yes.” she wasn’t sure if a simple one-worded answer would be convincing enough for him, so she parted her lips, poring over which string of words would provide ample reassurance for the male. “i’d love to go on an adventure— with you, even though i don’t even know you’re name.” veruca grimaced at her own words. word vomit. “i— i mean, that’s the best part, isn’t it? what better adventure than one with somebody who in themselves is an adventure,” a nervous clear of her throat divided her words, “you know, as long as you’re not some kind of serial killer.” another painful expression ghosted her features. “none of this is coming out right.”

suddenly her thought process was interrupted as the device her fingers lay wrapped around in her jacket pocket began vibrating. the caller id undoubtedly read her father’s name, the man probably having read her last message informing him of the predicament she had found herself in just moments prior to her current encounter. a smile grew on her lips as her finger curled around her phone’s lock button, successfully sending the call to voicemail. after silencing the call she plucked one of the tickets from the male’s hold, quickly reading over the details written on the piece of paper. “cancun.” veruca’s brows knitted together, a wrinkle forming between them on her forehead. after picking up her head she shook it around almost frantically as her gaze sought out the corresponding gate printed on the ticket. “there,” she used the tip of the ticket to point out their destination, her free hand moving to loop through the open space between his elbow and torso as a smile formed on her lips. “adventure awaits.”

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the brisk morning had been filled with chaotic mess, the buzz of chatter had filled the once silent room and sweaty palms rubbed together in anticipation. this had been the day they’d all been waiting for. a loud gulp sounded from his throat; noticeable to anyone within ear shot. everything ran over and over in head head — had he got it all right? down to the last detail? harris didn’t want to disappoint. from the simple tasks such as the colours of the flowers to the cake that had to be exactly five layers high; he’d tried his hardest to please her — everything he’d ever wanted. and now in the room where he was supposed to relax and conduct himself before the biggest moment of his life and his friends were now full blown headless chickens. slapping his hands together to try and clear his mind instead got everyone in the room to turn their attention to him, now he realised that was exactly what he hadn’t wanted. sighing he runs a hand through his red hair and sighs in anticipation. ‘’ it’s time. ‘’ 

what no one had prepared harris for was the sheer disappointment today would bring. they’d told him about the honeymoon phase, the new house and the possibility of trying for a family. but no one had prepared him for a different out come. you see, the lengths he’d gone to make sure it was all perfect for rachel were shattered when he stood at the alter and a bride didn’t walk down the isle. in fact the pain that tugged at his heart strings could be that compared to someone playing the violin on them; sore, broken and stretched. now harris stood there looking like a lost puppy when his sister appeared ghost white and a pain that anyone could describe as sorrow. no one needed to tell harris what had happened because harris knew. the second he saw his sister he felt his world crumble beneath his feet and the feeling of complete and utter uselessness took over every inch of his body. he’d dedicated the last six years to the woman he loved for her to leave without a word. without anything but the roses he’d gotten for her.

the speech wasn’t left to him thankfully, when his father took his side and announced that in fact the wedding would not be going forward but everyone was welcome to come for the food that would be served later that evening. looking over to his father, harris was seeking some kind of answer but in all honesty no one could understand what he was going through. being jilted at the alter was such a cowardly thing for the other party to do and humiliating. 

ushered off by his men and family to a room away from the prying eyes — he was given options. firstly, he could try and find rachel; reconcile and try to make things work. second, he could start his life up again on his own in his new place, he was a wealthy business man with prospects as his father reminded him. or thirdly, he could take some time, go on the honey moon that he’d paid for and let himself repair before he made any decisions. 

straight away harris felt the urge to go and find rachel but a scalding conversation from his older sister, bria told him that if she’d loved him as much as she said she did— she would have offered an explanation instead of leaving all the humiliation to harris. he knew deep in his heart bria was correct and that trying to find her would most likely leave him even more broken.

after careful consideration of his options harris knew he needed time to heal, he couldn’t go back to his normal routine because everything would remind him of rachel and that would be soul destroying. rushing home and missing the reception he grabbed the pre-packed suitcase. luckily non of rachel’s things had been moved in to their new home that they were going to work on once they got back from their honeymoon — he was in and out, flight tickets in hand and the only thing on his mind was to escape as far away as possible. 

to not let anyone or anything stop him from setting free for a few weeks. but what he didn’t expect was what the outcome of this trip would be. and the adventures he had yet to take.

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————— ❛ the most dreaded time of year for veruca had come far too soon, and the fact that she had missed her flight only soured her mood further. time management was a skill that she had yet to master ( and probably never would ). a slew of curses emanated from the brunette in a rough bark as she caught sight of the plane she was supposed to be on, seat 2D to be exact, already beginning its taxi to the runway. veruca ignored the protest of her bony knees as they came in contact with the rough, scratchy rug of the airport, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she watched her flight slowly roll away and out of sight. 

that had been almost forty minutes ago, the lanky brunette now firmly pressed against one of the two ticketing desks outside the gate her flight had just escaped from. “what do you mean there’s no fucking flight out until tomorrow? what kind of incompetent airline are you running around here?” by now her arms were flapping back and forth wildly as she spoke, an exasperated look set across her features. “it’s the middle of the god damn day. this is ridiculous.” veruca folded her arms across her chest, a brow cocked. “i know you see the surname on my boarding pass.” she hated using her privilege to get places, but she quite literally had somewhere to be and had no time to waste in getting there. “so why don’t you do your fucking job and find me a flight, any fucking one, that’ll have me on my way in the next hour.” a malicious grin spread across her glossed lips as the attendant deftly nodded and began typing away on her keyboard.

veruca had turned her back on the attendant, deciding she’d give the girl some breathing room after their heated exchange ( and herself ). a wave of disappointment washed over her as the moment replayed in her mind, a sheen of sweat now dotting her hairline. “fuck me,” she murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose and clenching her lids tightly. a few minutes had passed and veruca had resorted to mindlessly pacing the length of hallway before the gate, only ceasing her movements as her gaze was caught by a stranger heading in her direction. it was as if time had significantly slowed itself in that seconds it had taken for him to completely reach where she stood frozen in place. “hi.” veruca scolded herself greeting him before he had the choice to address her, thus forcing him to converse with her. what if he wasn’t even approaching her? she grimaced and wrung her clammy hands behind her back. “i’m veruca.”

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She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade (via wnq-writers)

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————— ❛ the pads of his fingers drummed against his thigh, the soft material of the joggers hugging his lower half deafening the sound itching to be produced by the interaction. two flights and an unbearably uncomfortable lyft ride ( thanks to his driver who apparently had some serious marriage troubles that he just couldn’t manage to withhold for the duration of a 26 minute drive ) and benji was finally slumped into the old suede sectional of his childhood home. there’d been a series of storms making waves through the country and one in particular had caused a slight delay in his sister’s arrival, which ultimately led to their mother pacing about with the landline clutched in two very shaky hands. he himself had experienced a few delays in his own trip home, but neither his mother nor father had gone into crisis mode. no, instead his ears were graced with the usual, “suck it up” or “grow a pair” before the line dropped and the call ended.

after an agonizing two hours benji was fiddling with the knobs of his father’s 1990 oldsmobile as he drove his parents to the local airport ( the same one he’d just left only a few hours prior ) to retrieve his poor sister. the disdain he felt wasn’t necessarily because he was jealous of the way his parents coddled ella, no, but simply because he was tired. from the moment he had arrived home his parents were already in a flurry of panic, which meant he couldn’t take the nap he’d practically been fantasizing about since he left his dorm late last night. now of course he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t rather eager to see his sister. it’d only been about four months and some change that he’d seen her last and naturally he’d find himself thinking about her on occasion— about how he missed the way the skin between her thick yet neatly trimmed brows would wrinkle together when she’d shoot him a look of disgust in response to his many vulgar comments, or the way she’d wordlessly wander into his room amidst his intense gaming session and curl up in his bed with one of her many books, the silence between them as they engaged in their own activities a comfortable and common one. 

once his parents were finally tucked away in an alcove by baggage claim he took it upon himself to wander around the airport. it wasn’t long before benji spotted a familiar dark head of hair that he was practically sprinting down the up escalator he’d just gotten onto. by the time he’d reached her he was nearly wheezing from the exertion, his voice barely audible as he breathed out her name. his eagerness had certainly surprised himself, the little voice in his head scolding him for his actions. he could have simply taken his time approaching ella, but something inside him jumped out of his chest when he finally laid eyes on her. now here he was, attempting to act casual with both hands in his joggers and a tight grin stretched across his lips. “about damn time you made it here.”

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this exact moment in time - there with his sister, their entire past laid out around them as a ghostly reminder of what they’d endured together - would have been the perfect moment had the emotions from his sisters confession not been running so thick through the air that it felt like it was choking amycus. words had truly failed him for the first time in his life. there was no witty comment to be thrown, no tantalizing smirk with matching commentary to make this all better like he so often resorted to when the moment got the better of him. he couldn’t hide behind his wickedness as easily with alecto as he could with literally anyone else. it felt like she stripped him of his easy, breezy facade - leaving nothing but a twisted and vulenarble mess in her wake. 

“don’t.” the word was soft, just barely falling from between his lips as he fought to keep his restraint in tact, willing himself not to fall into her words. she’d apologized to him, something that he never thought he’d hear, nor could recall hearing from his twin in the years they’d walked this earth. it wasn’t a word that alecto carrow said, yet here she was using it so seriously with him, no falsity behind it. it stirred something within him that he couldn’t identify, a foreign emotion tearing its way to the surface, beating back every rational thought and feeling he should have been having in that moment. 

“i don’t like hearing you apologize to me,” he kept his eyes locked on hers, allowing himself to truly look at her for the first time since she’d gotten here. her beauty had always astounded him, but never more than right now. his hand, though only afflicted with a small shake, found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, palm caressing it gently as if any pressure would break the porcelain beneath it, “you are far too strong to be apologizing to any man, alecto. you need not worry about people not seeing you as powerful, because that is far from the truth. you’ve always been the greater of the two of us and that is okay with me. i’m happy to follow in the footsteps of such a capable woman, especially one that can wretch fear into any heart simply with that awful gaze of hers.” 

he wouldn’t describe his sudden turn around as guilt, per say, but that was a fraction of the weight behind his words. his sister was one of the greatest wizards he’d ever laid eyes on and he’d always done his best to express that to her, just maybe not as much in the last few months. he’d let his jealousy get the better of him. he’d acted liked a child who abandoned the one person he couldn’t live without because he didn’t like seeing her raise to power with the help of another man. it was petty and distasteful and he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. there had always been something deeper there when it came to her, though it be darker than hell, he still felt it and there was no way he could hide that. not from himself and not from her - not anymore.

“never apologize to me again,” he breathed, his tone dark and wanting as he did the one thing he’d always fought against, the repercussions within himself proving too great had she not actually felt that connection he thought they shared. he lips just barely brushed hers, his heart racing so loudly he was surprised it wouldn’t jump straight from his chest as he dared to make the move that would prove incredible, or his greatest regret, “but also remember that you’re mine, alecto. only mine.”

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————— ❛ undulating warmth spread throughout her body as the pads of his fingertips made contact with the flushed skin of her cheeks, her own extremities tingling as though she had submerged them in a pool of scalding water. in the haze that had now perpetrated her mind she couldn’t recall a time when she’d experienced any feeling similar to that which just his touch was producing in her. the touch of another, let alone any man, had never evoked such an ignited response. this fact alone perplexed alecto to no end, her brows knitting together on their own accord as her brain worked to correlate this feeling to something other than the blatantly obvious —she was in love with her brother.

as her subconscious finally drew this conclusion and all but stamped it with a big fact CONFIRMED, alecto was barraged by a tsunami of revelations. it was as if suddenly a great fog had cleared and she was left with nothing but clear sights for miles on end. judging by the glimmer had now made itself comfortable in her brother’s gaze signified that he too was faced with a mighty similar epiphany. with labored breaths, alecto delicately rested her fingers around the curves of his wrists, her lips just barely parted as his own grazed hers in the gentlest manner. she was quite literally hanging on each of his words, her eyes boring into his as they searched for the same heated yearning that was now relentlessly clawing at her insides. “amycus,” she breathed.

was it wrong ? probably — but did that mean she was going to stop him, scold him for attempting to propose such an indecent connection to his own flesh and blood ? no, it certainly did not. in fact, in that moment alecto wanted nothing more than for her brother to kiss her and kiss her good, kiss her absolutely numb. that seemingly long awaited connection of their lips provided everything she had been fed as a small child; the sparks, the warmth, the love. alecto carrow never found herself caught up in sussing out men via the fairytale feelings, but had she fallen victim to the belief that when you know, you know, she certainly would consider herself all knowing in this moment. 

despite their differing heights, alecto faced little struggle deepening the kiss, her body arching in an attempt at removing any bit of space between them. considering their new proximity she couldn’t quite tell if it was his or her own heartbeat she felt pounding against her chest, though she’d like to believe that perhaps it was a bit of both. by now the tendrils of hair that licked the nape of his neck were wrapped tightly around her fingers after they raked through the mussed up locks that rested atop his head, her teeth nipping at his lower lip hastily. while their kiss provoked what alecto could only define as fairytale feelings, she had no intention of settling for a chaste kiss, no. upon her epiphany she'd come to realize she'd been waiting far too long for this and she’d be damned if she let it end as quickly as it began.

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the mention of his first unforgivable nearly made him cringe, the memory ripping through him, tainting all his other thoughts. that night had changed everything for them, not just the twins, but also for what was left of the carrow family. he’d barely thought about that night, not when it wasn’t necessary. it caused him great pain, but also immense triumph. he’d been only a boy when his shaking hand pointed his fathers wand straight at the devil’s mans chest, the curse falling from his lips without even the slightest bit of hesitation. he’d done it to save his sister. it could have cost him his life, but he did it because alecto’s life was at stake and nothing else mattered to him. which was still the case, though their distance had seemed to make them both think otherwise. the pure disdain behind every word from her beautiful lips made it obvious that there wasn’t just tension on his part - clearly she was displeased with him as well. 

he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly, shaking his head at his twin like she’d said something so incredibly amusing that he couldn’t help but let out his laughter. did she really think he’d forgotten about her? abandoned her like she was nothing more than the dirt beneath his boots? though he saw it as the furthest thing from the truth, he could see how she was conjure up these delusions in her own brain. their bond was something that had never faltered, not once in the many years they had wreaked havoc by each others sides, and now here they were - fake smiles and tight lips, all faux friendliness as they stood in each other’s presence once again. the change was palpable, so much so that he could almost taste how much his sisters opinion of him had dropped. the thought made his heart ache and his anger rear an ugly head that he needed to keep at bay in this situation. having both carrows fuming and armed was dangerous and most likely promised a cruel ending of injury.

“are you bloody mad?” though his laughter had faded, his smile remained as he filtered his anger through the words he’d been dying to say to her, “what makes you think I didn’t come looking for you, Lo? What makes you think that I didn’t chase after you like Merlin’s saddest puppy dog with its tail between its legs only to find you fawning over the dark lord like he was the only man you have ever loved?” her touch had sent shivers down his spine, by he refused to show it, shaking her hand away from his as he dropped it from his wand. “i searched for you, believe me. you were the first and only thing on my mind after i got out of that retched place - but what i found was some lovesick sheep following a shepherd who was only using her for his war machine and i didn’t like it.” 

he couldn’t bare to look at her now, his eyes trailing away to the crumbling house behind her, his voice now carrying nothing but sadness and the smallest hint of something he could never admit aloud….jealousy. 

“you are m i n e. yet you have NEVER given me half the attention you’ve given Riddle since you’ve left azkaban.” 

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————— ❛ with flared nostrils, alecto struggled to keep a neutral expression. the butt of her chin was raised as her jaw tightened at his words, the lump in her throat swelling with each word that rolled off his venom slicked tongue. “i thought you wanted this? i thought we wanted this.” a hint of exasperation reared its head in the depth of her words, a genuine look of confusion etched across her sharp features before settling into a look of — sympathy? it was rare (if you could consider something that’d occurred but once before in all her years of living a rarity) that alecto genuinely took the time to step back and reflect on how she made others feel, but in this moment, she did just that. 

for much of her life alecto carrow considered herself a lost cause, a drifter. nothing of greater substance was ever in the cards for her, nor her brother. neither of them, or any carrow for that matter, was destined for greatness. the two differed greatly from the majority of their peers in the wizarding world, all of whom had the stepping stones to greatness carefully laid out in their own predetermined intricate paths. alecto could only speak for herself, though surely amycus could agree, but neither of them ever had much of plan for what was to come. they were not delicately groomed so they could one day take over a renowned family business, nor were they carefully molded into the prim, proper, and exceptional young adults who would be plucked by the ministry to uphold the laws of the wizarding world. despite their obvious lack of predetermined greatness, alecto refused to be just another blip on the map. no matter the consequences, there would be glory and greatness behind the carrow name.

of course she’d never expected said glory and greatness to come through the allegiance she pledged to the dark lord and his cause, but alecto’s view of the world had grown dark and misconstrued through the years. she was a product of her environment— at no fault of her own did she wind up in the carrow family. one could ask, well, why didn’t she rise above the shambles that she was raised upon and overcome the toxicity of her childhood? the answer was quite simply, really. this wasn’t a novel, nor a movie, this was reality. not often do we find the strength to become more than what we were born into, more than what fate had predetermined us to be. so, you see, alecto carrow didn’t necessarily choose this path, it was simply her fate. amycus though, he could have been more had it not been for alecto. he’d always had an unbreakable resolve and sense of self, but his chance at pure and actual greatness and glory was tainted by the cloud of dark bitterness that was alecto carrow.

alecto was his devil in disguise —a loving hand outstretched to carefully escort him further and further down an inescapable path of pure darkness. had it not been for her, amycus may have never uttered that unforgivable curse, or any for that matter. had it not been for her, he may have never ended up in azkaban. sure, they were out now, but at what cost? they were fugitives, menaces to society—villains. unfortunately she could still perfectly recall the day she ultimately led him past the point of no return, not a single second thought floating around her mind. the same twinge of jealousy that plagued her that day was currently rising in her chest as the memory of amycus carefully splayed out beneath a tree with that damn ravenclaw git and a carefree smile clouded her vision. she couldn’t begin to explain why the sight brought such feelings upon her, but she never was one to carefully pore over the details of a situation. no matter the love she had for her brother, she was disgustingly self-centered. alecto wanted greatness for her brother, but her wish for him to lead a happy life was overshadowed by her selfishness. 

“i’m sorry.” the words fell awkwardly from her lips, the feel of them heavy and foreign on her tongue. by now she had erased every bit of physical distance she’d just put between them, her head tilted back as to capture his gaze with her own. “i just wanted something more for us—for myself.” the beating of her heart kicked up three gears as it violently thumped against her chest, the vulnerability she was willingly expressing causing her body to react unfavorably. “i just,” her knee wobbled as her heel tapped dully on the wooden floorboards, “i want people to look at me and see somebody powerful, somebody strong. i want you to look at me and see what i’ve always seen in you, amycus.”

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though amycus was already visibly tense, nearly every remaining muscle in his body went rigid at the sound of the intruders voice - no, her voice. it was never his plan to see her here, though a fairly small part of him had hoped it would draw her in as it did him, but he never expected it. she’d fallen too far from the wing he’d held her under his whole life, their connection weakening drastically with the time and distance they were apart. it hadn’t dissipated completely, that much he could feel from just standing in her presence without even having seen the face he knew so well, the face he’d grown to love. that rapid pace of his heart nearly betrayed him, amycus actually frightened at the thought of her being able to sense the physical change happening to him with her around. she’d take notice and more than likely point it out, exploit it like she did best. that was something he’d admired about his sister when it came to others, but never once had he thought of how it would feel to have alecto use her manipulative charms on himself. even the thought of it made him sick.

“same thing that you must be doing here,” he said slowly, turning on his heel to face what he would consider his now long lost twin, “reliving all the putrid family moments.” the sarcasm was clear in his tone, the usual smirk he held finding its way to his lips as he attempted to mask the pain spreading in his chest. he couldn’t let her see what she had to done him, what she was continuing to do to him. 

“surprised that you’ve taken time out of your busy schedule to be here. don’t you have a poor soul somewhere to be torturing the life out of?” his hand was still gripped around his wand, almost now just for show instead out of actual defense. he had to keep up the uninterested facade, at least for now. giving into her would be entirely too easy for him and would prove him weak if he let go now. if she could go all this time avoiding him, then she deserved the cold exterior he was providing her with now.

“what do you want?”

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————— ❛ she snorted, her brow cocked as a smirk tugged at his lips, the signature expression of any carrow. “nothing tickles me more than reminiscing on such a beautifully executed unforgivable curse.” alecto reciprocated a grin of her own at her mention of such a pivotal moment in their life. the young woman undoubtedly knew that she could have her brother eating from the palm of her hand, should she ask it of him, but his devotion to her was nothing if not entirely solidified that fateful summer night. 

while their current setting was eerie, memories of times once considered to be the most horrific experiences of young alecto’s existence flitting to life in the forefront of her mind, the warmth coming aflame behind his faux hardened stare was enough to put all of them to rest and heat her frigid body. with the sensation that arose along the planes of her skin under his gaze, alecto bit back a shudder that lurked in the synapses of each and every one of her nerves. if there was one thing she had mastered (among the plethora of dark arts curses, charismatic and alluring charm, captivating persuasiveness ... the list goes on, but who has the time to list all of her many personal accomplishments ? alecto carrow does, and given the chance, she’d surely do just that. though, now certainly wasn’t the time to boast, despite how much she’d enjoy it) it was the art of manipulation. alecto’s performance always reached new and remarkable heights when her quote unquote —victim— was her very own twin brother.

"who are you and what have you done with my brother?” an array of her deep chocolate strands slipped over her shoulder and rested on the outer edges of her face like a silk curtain as her head was cocked and a pout momentarily took over her plump lips. “he’d never speak to me in such a manner — not my amycus.” as her words traveled from her mouth into the open air around them her fingertips grazed the skin atop his hand that was currently still wrapped tight around his wand. “he also wouldn’t be keeping a safe hand on his wand as if to convince me that he’d actually have the gall to use it.” as her pupils dilated, her irises darkened, her stare growing cold. alecto pulled her hand from around his just as he began to relax against her touch, her back facing him as the brunette turned it on him and put an ample amount of space between their bodies once more. “then again, perhaps neither of us are who we once were.” a sardonic chuckle sounded from her as her shoulders lifted in a sloppy shrug. “my amycus would have come looking for me after azkaban, but you ? well, it seems as though you have instead chosen to take up skulking about old abandoned homes —antiquing ?”   

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saying that it had been ages since he’d come home would be an overstatement in reality, but to amycus it felt as if many years had come and gone since he’d last stepped foot in his childhood home. it had changed and by the looks of it, it hadn’t been for the better. he’d heard about the raids on death eaters homes - the order coming in and tearing the places up with justice on the brain, praying to find any evil doer sitting in their home, ready and waiting to pick a fight. that hadn’t be the case for the carrow household, or at least he had hoped. amycus knew his father never came back to this house, not since both he and his sister had run from it and never looked back. alecto, however, he knew was different. this home held something to her that he felt even now, his skin tingling and heart thumping loud in his chest as every memory lived and felt in the house crept the outer corners of his dark mind. there was tragedy here, for them both, and that would never be gone. the order could reduce the place to ashes and both the carrow children’s hearts would still ache with grief at the horror they endured between the walls of the towering estate. he knew they both felt it differently, alecto’s manifesting as intensity and pure hatred towards life while amycus’ had become a quite disdain that sat beneath surface and built up over time. they made a wickedly dysfunctional pair and that is how it has always been till as of late. 

they’d separated not long ago, their roles as death eaters taking them down different paths that the other couldn’t follow. it had been a painful goodbye, the inseparable pair finally being ripped apart for the first true time in their adult lives. they knew they would see each other again, or so amycus had hoped in their time away - but so much time had passed and not a single word from his sister had returned back to him. of course he heard the gossip, death eaters could be nosy gits at times, that she had become the most fierce and loyal follower that voldemort could ask for. it was just like alecto to be the strongest in the pack, the one confidant that the dark lord trusted and needed by his side in their time of war. part of him was proud of her for her achievements, this is what they had always wanted, but a darker part was furious that their leader was getting the attention from his sister that had always been his. alecto had always been his. now she couldn’t bother to write or even come find him, her love now funneled into the cause instead of the other carrow twin. 

even letting the thought cross his mind angered him, that familiar resentment rooted deep in his chest flaring back up as he let it overtake him once more. surely he thought he’d been more important than voldemort, but now he was learning otherwise and it was more painful than he could have ever imagined. that is why he’d come here. he needed to flush his sister out of his system, but he wanted to feel all the good that came from their relationship before he let it all go. all the laughter and smiles they had once shared in this home. this is where their love had bloomed. a bond between two family members that was unlike any other amycus had ever had. she was the other half to his broken soul and being back in the very place where they had both connected for the first time brought a certain peace to him that he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go of.

the place was in ruins, the floorboards and furniture dark and ruined by time and nature. everything had gained a gloomy feel, almost like there had never been people really living here. if you didn’t know better, you’d think the house had been abandoned since its creation. only little things remained, but even they were in not so great condition. the old books amycus would read to alecto when she had night terrors, the family photos where there wasn’t a single smile in sight, an old piano that had collected so much dust you could no longer tell it was once beautiful oak. it had all gained age and dirt, time tearing away the memories from the objects as the home stayed frayed and collapsing. 

his footsteps were loud on the creaky floorboards, his breath coming in short puffs as the smallest bit of anxiety raised in him as amycus slowly circled the home. he didn’t miss it, he only missed what it had given him. though there were always going to be memories he would repress as hard as humanly possible, there were always the ones he built with alecto, the ones he loved and standing in what was once their living room, he felt them all.

it was only when he heard the tiniest shuffled that amycus tensed up, snapping back to reality as his entire body shifted into defense mode. now an instinct, his hand gripped the solid handle of his wand that was tucked into his coat, the man poised and ready to unforgivable whoever had dared to intrude on his private moment. he’d kill them if need be. that was who he was now. long gone were the days of the silly hexes he’d cast on his fellow classmates in the halls of hogwarts - the war had hardened him and he felt no remorse in murder. 

“you better think before you doing anything,” he said slowly, not turning around to face whoever it was that he could feel approaching him from behind, “i’m not above killing you for coming into this house.”

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————— ❛ slow and steady wins the race... the momentum behind voldemort’s conquering of the wizarding world had undoubtedly decelerated, or at least for alecto it had. upon embarking on her journey as a death eater, alecto carrow, among many others, was hauled off to azkaban courtesy of those gits heading the ministry of magic. though, the jailbird trope fit her like an old hand-me-down (loose, comfortable in a few aspects, but never fully molding to her as an individual) and as quickly as the young woman appeared in the prison, she disappeared.

a damsel was certainly not something she considered herself, but a damsel she would feign if it brought her back to her lord. alecto carrow had always considered herself one of the dark lord’s most loyal followers (something she never failed to remind her fellow death eaters, especially that damn bellatrix lestrange), an adoring fan who doted on the man’s words as if he were some sort of profit and not just a simple man who contained far more willpower and perseverance for the cause than the lot of his death eaters. alecto had convinced herself the reason voldemort had chosen to leave her out of the many strikes that were currently taking place against both muggles and the ministry was because she was far too valuable to lose, again. with all this extra time now dropped into her hands, the female carrow simply didn’t know how to keep herself busy. one would think that she’d reunite with amycus, her twin brother, whom she hadn’t been in contact with since before they were both sentenced to a long monotonous life in azkaban.

the last she’d heard of her brother was during the prison break, for alecto had refused the help of her deranged rescuers until she was assured that her brother would be among the lot of death eaters escaping that fateful night. it wasn’t so much that she hadn’t bothered to stop and think about her brother, hell, she’d most certainly done a lot of that, but she was —to put it lightly— stubborn. it’s not like amycus had made any sort of effort in tracking her down, sending an owl, or even asking around about her. if her brother wasn’t well worried about her then she had no plans to boggle herself down with the task of caring about his well being any longer. the mere lack of a thank you on his part for not leaving his weeping woeful sorry ass in azkaban was the root cause of her going spare. granted, she occasionally gave him the benefit of the doubt when she decided to play devil’s advocate and insist he was never formally informed of her part in his escape, but even then her disdain for her twin refused to cease.

perhaps that very disdain was to blame for her presence here today (here being her childhood home, or what was left of it). amycus had always been the one constant in her life up until recent events and quite frankly she subconsciously wanted a reminder of who and what her brother once was to her. at one point amycus carrow had been her savior, but now it seems as though the male was leaving her to fend for herself— it’s not like she couldn’t, for alecto carrow is fully capable of being her own damn savior. alecto carrow certainly didn’t need her brother.

what alecto hadn’t been expecting was the very presence of her brother in the ruins of their childhood home, hand already ducked beneath the front panel of his jacket, no doubt gripping his wand. a smirk appeared across her lips at his predictability. “come here often?” although she knew he couldn’t see her expression quite yet, she quirked a brow, challenging his threat against her life. alecto knew that once he realized it was her and not some intruder —or member of the order— he’d lower his guard. as his body relaxed merely at the sound of her voice, she managed to smile, though it didn’t quite reach the corners of her face like it used to.  “what’re you doing here?” she spoke like he didn’t have a reason to be here, as if it weren’t his childhood home as well. her feet brought her closer to him, her body circling where he stood, just a few inches between them as she awaited an answer.