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“…there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible to burst forth, I dare not tell it in words—” Alecto Laechesis Carrow

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a quick sketch of Sirius Black made from memory drawn by Alecto Carrow - 1980

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        Narcissa nodded and leaned forward to drop a couple cubes of sugar into the women’s tea and a splash of milk before sitting back with her own cup and saucer in her lap. As soon as all was comfortable she looked to the women expectantly, waiting for her to share what she needed to. The blond nodded as she sipped her tea, listening to Alecto as she said her piece before Narcissa’s lips thinned slightly at the sudden question.

        A question, that no one had ever given to her. Everyone seemed to leave her well enough alone when it came to the fact that she was unmarked by their Lord. Though her sister had given her a hard time, even Bella saw no use in Narcissa taking such a mark of faith. She swallowed a bit of her tea before giving Alecto one of her award winning smiles.

        “The Dark Lord has no use for me as a follower Alecto. Everyone knows that I do not posse the tenacity or craving for physical action as you or my beloved sister. Our Lord was gracious enough to understand that I would not do well and would serve him a better purpose outside his ranks of Death Eaters. Besides, he has most of my family marked, with my sister Bella being one of his most trusted and my husband, Lucius moving up quickly in the ranks.” Narcissa gave her answer fluidly, trying not to show her small unsure fear that Alecto might press her about taking the mark.

If Alecto was one who could be placated easily, perhaps she would’ve taken Narcissa’s excuse with ease, accepting the woman’s sideways answers with no questions. But instead it merely spurred her in her quest for an answer. “I see.” She responded dryly, bringing her tea to her lips before sipping it quietly. 

“I find it interesting that you feel fit to dictate whether or not you are useful to the Dark Lord- do you view us all as blood thirsty animals?” Her question lacked malice, as she tried not to meet the blonde with too much aggression. “I’ve always seen the mark as a sign of dedication to the cause, a sign that you are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the greater goal of victory.” She tapped her spoon against the side of her cup twice before setting it back on her saucer. “Are you dedicated, Narcissa? I’d be interested to see how you would serve him better outside of his ranks.” Alecto’s voice was soft in the silence of the room. 

Perhaps it was not in Alecto’s best interest to be pressing the youngest of the Black sisters, what with her close working relationship with Bellatrix- though it pleased her that Bella had already shown displeasure at Narcissa’s reluctance to take the mark. “Or perhaps you would not want to mark your porcelain skin?” Alecto commented flippantly, wondering if she might get a rise out of the woman. 

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Old Friends || Sirius, Amycus & Alecto

Carrow Manor 26 June 1978 10:30 pm

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Sirius had tried to get away sooner, to find a way to come see them before now, but it had been one thing after another constantly since the attack on Hogsmeade, or at least it had felt like it, and he hadn’t been able to manage it. After writing back and forth with them both, the ache in his chest from their absence only grew. They were gone, Reggie was gone, Marlene was gone, and despite having a house full of people and others constantly coming and going in his life, the ache only got worse til it threatened to overwhelm him. He knew he shouldn’t just up and disappear, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t be gone long, not more than a day or so with the full moon coming up, but he couldn’t wait til afterwards either.

He left a hastily scrawled note for Remus and the others to find, promising he was alright and that he’d be back soon, that he had family affairs to see to, and had left before anyone in the house could catch him leaving. He knew he should feel worse about it and knew they would worry at least in part for his safety, but it wasn’t going to stop him from going.

He waited outside the Carrow’s manor until he was sure they neither had visitors nor would be receiving any before he went to the door. The house elf saw him in, and it threw him momentarily. He’d forgotten what it was like to have a house elf answer the door instead of a person. Had it really been that long? It was silent in the house and he didn’t know where they were, but he guessed upstairs. The elf told him they were both home.

“Amy?” he called, and headed up the stairs. “Aly? It’s me, it’s Sirius.” He knew he probably should have written to tell him he was coming, but he didn’t want to wait for a reply. He just wanted to see them. He knew he should be past this now, what with them being on different sides of the war, but he couldn’t help himself. It would get him in to trouble one day he was sure, but today he just couldn’t be fucked to care.

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Amycus was reading, the voices finally calm enough to allow it. They were silent because Alecto was home, she didn’t even have to be in the same room, but just the promise that she could be, would be, was enough for him to stay balanced.

It was a rather poorly written erotica novel of the muggle persuasion he had found in a 3 sickle bin at his favorite sex store in Knockturn and he’d bought it as mostly a joke. The hero was currently literally being plowed in a field by his just-too-hunky to resist gardener, and he was half hard. He was debating masterbating when he heard a voice calling his name. He was just about to ask Alecto to join him when he heard “it’s Sirius.”

Sirius

He let out a yelp as if he’d been stung and threw the book across the room, before it had hit the opposite wall with a small thud, Amycus was already half way down the stairs. When he saw his friend standing in the landing of his house, he couldn’t contain himself. He ran down the stairs two at a time and left onto the other man, clinging to his back with his legs and wrapping his arms around his neck. Amycus begins laughing, nearly hysterically, and is very close to tears. He plants a surprisingly chaste kiss on Sirius’s lips before shouting, as if he doesn’t know

“You’re here!”  He coninues laughing, getting off of Sirius but keeping his arns around his old friend’s neck. He presses their foreheads together, breathing hard, hands touching Sirius to confirm that this isn’t some twisted trick of his own mind.

“I suppose I should share. Alecto!”

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She’d been waiting several night for the perfect time. He hands placed on the window she leaned out, catching the night breeze that ruffled her hair and caused her to inhale deeply, taking in the scents of lavender and rose that grew outside in their garden. She pulled herself inside, setting up her easel quickly and efficiently before she lost the lighting that the moon offered. Each day it had been close- though not exactly what Alecto had been looking for. But tonight- it was perfect, and she soon lost herself to the painting- and the violin that she had charmed to play beside her as she worked. 

She heard a thundering down the stairs and assumed that something had driven Amycus to the kitchens- perhaps a need for brownies or something. 

She’d barely turned back to her painting when she heard her name being called by said brother. For a moment she considered ignoring it- after all, how long had she waited for this light? But she thought better of it, knowing that if she ignored Amycus and he was actually in need that she would feel regretful later on. “Just a moment!” She called down before quickly putting her brushes away and sighing at the half finished painting. 

As she open the door leading into the hallway, she caught sight of her brother wrapped around what was surely a mirage- there was no way that theh man standing before her was actually there- she’d sent too many letters, spent too many restless night thinking of his, worried that she might forget the way in which his face curved. But she hadn’t- in fact, he looked far better than she could have anticipated. “Sirius.” The word was barely a whisper, and yet it was a prayer, a word said in reverence

Her feet were pounding against the flooring, the echoing reachign her ears as she pushed herself to run towards him, her skirts lifted by her hands so that she didn’t trip over them and fall. But she dropped the skirts of her gown as she threw herself into his arms with vigor, her face moving the crook of his neck so that she could breathe him in for the first time in nearly a year. 

He smelled like Sirius, something that calmed the racing beat of her heart that she had gotten used to when she was apart from him and Amycus. “I’ve missed you so, Star.” She murmured into his neck for only him to hear. She pulled back only to kiss him soundly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled her body to his, her back arching slightly. 

She remembered Amycus’s presence after a moment too long spent in Sirius’ embrace and pulled back, her face flushing an unattractive shade of pink. “It’s good to see you Sirius.” She said calmly, trying to hide the grin that wanted to spill from her features. 

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         When she finally entered the tea room, she found it curious that her surprise visitor this morning was Alecto. Keeping her surprise to herself, Narcissa returned the gesture before taking her seat in front of the eccentric women. As she tucked one ankle under the other and placed her hands in her lap, the teapot seemed to spring to life as it levitated and began serving the tea.

         After tea had been served and a plate of strawberry biscuits appeared between them, Narcissa gave a flick of her wrist as a couple cubes of sugar plopped neatly int her tea followed by a small splash of milk before it started stirring itself. “Sugar and Milk?” She asked politely, as was second nature to her before adding her guest’s preferred tastes.

         From there Narcissa allowed herself to sit back and finally address Alecto’s statement. “All is forgiven,” She stated, hiding her displeasure that had came with her interruption; as was the proper thing to do. “What seems to be the issue and how could I possibly be of assistance?”

Alecto had no real preferences when it came to tea- she simply had not endured enough of them to know which she preferred. Her mother’s incessant training was lost on her, so she simply nodded. “Yes, please.”

She fought the urge to fidget- not only did it show weakness, but Alecto knew that she shouldn’t be put off by someone like Narcissa. Though lacking in many social graces, Alecto knew that she could take her in combat if it ever came to it- though she wasn’t sure why she’d consider fighting Narcissa in the middle of their tea.

“I’m unsure if you are aware, but the Dark Lord has assigned me the task of finding recruitment for his cause.” She leaned forward and grabbed the cup of tea, bringing to her lips gratefully before placing it back on the table. “I’m to head off soon to travel and find him more followers, but as I was preparing my suitcase this afternoon, it dawned on me that there was one very obvious choice of a follower that I had never considered- namely, you. Is there a reason that you haven’t taken the mark, Narcissa?”

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Checking Up// Deathstar

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Fury,

Yeah, I know. He got called away before he could royally fuck me, though he did a fairly decent job. I don’t imagine it’s the last I’ll see of him. I just hope I’m not wasted next time too.

I’m just gonna try not to think about it. It’s easier that way.

Gods, I just want all of you to be alright. I’ve never felt so anxious before. It’s not a feeling I want to get used to, but I have a feeling it’s not going to go away.

I hope so. I want it to be easier when this is over. I don’t know if it will be.

I miss you too, more than I can stand. Amy wants me to come see you both. I’ll try to get away soon. It’s harder now with everyone so jumpy and suspicious. But I need to see you, both of you. 

I still love you both more than I should.

- Star

P.S. Well at least it’s something.

Star,

It’s always easier to not think of things- but denial can’t last forever- trust me, I’d know. 

You? Anxious? I guess I just imagine that you’re always so “rough and tough” after all. 

Maybe pretending it will be easier will make it easier to get through now. As much as I would like to think about the future, I just can’t. It’s too much, Star. The expectations present this guilt and fear that I have to be able to work through, and if I think about waking up wrapped in your arms I simply won’t be able to do it. 

Seeing you would probably be the worst thing for me, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting it any less. I need to see you. 

I lov I’m trying.

-Fury

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Sharp Wit and Sharper Blade || Carrows

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He picks up the sharpening stone and smirks, running the blade over it, making it spark slightly.

“Rather dull, shockingly. I’m sure you’ll change that shortly.“

He steals the lime slice off of the rim of her glass and eats it, rubbing the rind along his teeth before pulling it out and stabbing it on the end of his knife. He sees the bartender look at his sister. He hears a shout he knows didn’t happen outside of the walls of his skull.

No.MotherFUCKER. Don’t-

Amycus stabs the knife, lime and all, directly into the bar in front of him, sending the bartender away rather quickly. He turns to his twin, keeping his voice level. 

“You should be more discrete when you flirt.”

Perhaps if Amycus had a sister who hadn’t her whole life been attached to him. Perhaps if he had had a sister who had’t spent most waking moments by his side, working with him through everything. Perhaps if Amycus had had a sister that was scared of the unknown and of her brother’s madness, he would have had a sister that flinched when he slammed his blade into the bar. Lord knows everyone else did. 

Rather, Alecto leaned over and plucked the lime from Amycus’s drink. “It’s rude to steal, Amycus. Have some manners.” Her calm composure in the face of her brother’s wrath gave her an intense joy- she took pleasure out of being the water to his fire.

“The only person I need to be discrete with when I flirt is you.” She leaned forward in and, using the cover of her speaking to him, slowly slid her hand up his thigh before pulling it away. “Relax, Amy.”

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Sharp Wit and Sharper Blade || Carrows

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He doesn’t look at her, but leans in to the feel of her lips. He wonders why she’s flustered but he knows by now not to ask questions.

Who’s she been fucking? Not now.

“And I wouldn’t be foolish enough to ask you  to heal me.” He grins and looks at her, spreading his fingers on the bar and stabbing expertly between each digit, without looking. He’s done it enough in her presence to do nothing more than annoy her at this point, but the fear in her eyes gives him some satisfaction, it confirms that she truly cares. 

He gently touches her knee with the tip of the knife, and motions to the bartender to refill his drink.

“My sister will have the same please, but with a twist.“

He looks at her profile, so beautiful even lit by this stingy bar. He wishes he could reach out and kiss her, that every interaction they share in public wasn’t under mass scrutiny, but he knew loving Alecto would never be easy.

“Your day has been relaxing, I presume.”

Alecto laughed freely, her fingers itching to reach out and touch her brother, A small touch, like running her finger along his collar, or placing her palm on his knee. But people talked, too many people talked in her opinion. And Amcus was unstable enough that she knew she had to protect him from the talk at all times- 

“You;d be lucky if I decided to heal you, you prat. Maybe now I’ll just rub some oil paint in the next wound you have.” She eye’d his fingers, a small part of her hoping that he’d pierce his skin while a larger part of her fought inside her for his well-being. 

She smiled at the bartender, a slow, languid curve of her lips that suggests that she’d prefer to be on her knees behind the bar than on a bar stool in front of him. “Make it a double- please.” Her breath caught at the feeling of the blade against her skin, and she found herself openly aroused n the dingy bar, and shot Amycus a look. 

“My day has been-”Long? Exhausting? “worse without you.” She finished, glad to see her drink appearing in front of her. She thanked the bartender with a long look before turning back to her brother. “And yours?”

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Here || Alecto and Amycus

“She’s not here she’s not here she’s not here.Yes she is. She’s not. She doesn’t love you anymore, she hates you, you disgust her. She’s with him, she’s got to be with him. Why would she come back to you? He’s always been superior, even as a traitor he’s better than you you know this. I know she’s here. She’s had too much, she wants to live a normal life now. Why would she fuck you when she can have literally anyone she chooses? Fag.”

With a small cry Amycus throws his dagger into the heavy mahogany front door, and the voices successfully go quiet. He removes the blade, gazing admirably at the freshly dried blood that looks like rust on the silver sharp edge, gripping the hilt so hard that the ornate Carrow crest embossed onto it is imprinting in his palm. He’d barely seen his sister since she returned a week ago as the Dark Lord had kept him on a pretty steady track of Muggle terrorism. Instead of with his sister, he’d spent the last eight nights curled around various muggles, slashing their throats as soon as their naked, spent selves fell asleep in his arms. News of a new serial killer was sweeping across the muggle world, but he was so concerned about his twin that he barely reveled in it.

He forces himself to open the door, knife heavy in his right hand. He’s not entirely sure what will happen if he has to be alone tonight, but he knows it’s going to be messy if he is.

“Alecto.” He mummers, the sound is eaten by the vast space of their home.

“Alecto?!” His voice is more on edge than he would have liked, but he needs her, surely, she has to be here.

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The kohl pencil seemed so soft and fragile as she slid it over her lids, reveling in the way it made her eyes look sharp, and more intense. This was only followed by the pride of sliding on her lipstick- red as the fresh blood she had spilled days earlier. It rolled over her lips, completing the look of someone on the hunt. 

Although really the only person she was on the hunt for nowadays was Amycus. She hadn’t seen him in god knows how long, and her body ached for him, feeling as if she was only a half- which she was. She still hadn’t heard from him- only hearing half assed accounts of how his life was going- and of course she was proud that he was doing the Dark Lord’s work, but it would be nice to have her bedfellow back.

She heard her name echoed through her- their- home, and her attuned body was up and standing before she even realized it. “Amycus” It was nothing more than a breath leaving her body- he was here. 

“Amycus!” She left her dressing table, her feet pounding and dress flying as she threw herself down the hallway, bounding down the stairs and throwing herself into the arms of her beloved. She placed scattered eager kisses along his cheeks, nose and eyelids, repeating his name over and over reverently. “Amycus, you’re home.” She kissed his lips soundly, claiming him as her own. 

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Sharp Wit and Sharper Blade || Carrows

He sits in the corner stool of the Hogshead, sharpening his knife. Technically, he probably wasn’t supposed to have the weapon in here, but his fellow bar-goers and the grizzled barman seemed intelligent enough to not say anything. By rule of thumb, one did not speak to the person all by himself yielding a large knife. It’s one of his favorites, a five inch obsidian blade with a hilt made out of  about 12 individual dragon fangs. It was probably incredibly illegal to own now, but he’d nicked it from their family vault in Gringotts when he was sixteen. Neither one of his parents had noticed nor cared, and he later learned it had belonged to the patriarch of the family who had first encouraged sleeping with siblings to keep the line as pure as possible.

Really it seemed fitting.

He shakes his long hair, flicking it out of his face, when he seems someone similar walk into the bar. He sets the sharpening stone down on the bartop, taking a long swig of the vodka he had ordered, his knife rested loosely in his hand, he hadn’t decided yet if he should put it away.

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Alecto wrapped her cloak more tightly around her, ignoring the beads of perspiration that were staring to dot at her brow. She held uneasiness in her stomach after the raid, and would’ve preferred to sweat and be ignored than to be noticed at all. 

She was thankful for the coolness of the bar as she entered, immediately sighting her brother. But her face was marred with a frown as she eyed the knife in his hand. She untied her cloak as she approached him, swiftly folding her cloak and bending to kiss his cheek. “Brother.”

Even the scent of Amycus’s hair calmed Alecto, and she lingered for a moment if only to breathe him in. She moved to the stool next to him, eyeing the man several feet from them. He took her glance and back up skittishly. 

“You know if you keep playing with your knife like that, you’re going to stab yourself, and I refuse to heal you if that happens.”

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Alecto and Amycus Carrow Aesthetic

born from the same womb their hearts beat in unison skin on skin souls e n t w i n e d

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Checking Up// Deathstar

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Fury,

I made it through, but I don’t know that I’m ok. I will be. I got patched up, but I’m still pretty fucked. Word of advice, don’t take on an Alpha werewolf while drunk. Not a good plan. 

I’ve been put back together, so yes I’m all one piece again. I assume you are too. Celebration means few loses, I imagine.

Is my baby ok? I didn’t see him, but I know he was there. 

Everything is pretty fucked here. I guess this is how it’s gonna be from now on, huh? 

I wish I could see you. It’s one of those days.

- Star

P.S. Do something nice for Bella if you get the chance. I owe her my life, but it’s not a debt I can repay easily now. 

Star,

You took on Fenrir? You’re lucky to be alive. 

I wish I could say that I was sorry, but I had a bit of a confrontation with a friend of yours- I made sure he left alive. The loses we had were hardly worth mentioning, though even saying that seems disloyal. 

Hes okay- sporting a couple of broken bones, but you know him. He got a bit too cocky and ended up falling off of a building that he was lighting on fire. I’d be angry with him if he wasn’t so proud of himself. 

It looks that way though, my love. Maybe once it’s over things will be better. Maybe. 

God, I miss you so- on the night when Amycus and I are apart I dream of you, reaching for you and touching a cold pillow instead. 

I long for you, 

Fury

P.S. I promise not to spit in her tea- that’s about it. 

P.P.S. I’ll try to think of something else. 

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Checking Up// Deathstar

Star, 

Are you okay? Did you make it through the attacks? I know that’s a stupid question because if you didn’t you obviously wouldn’t be able to

It was a rough couple of hours, but the people on my side are celebrating, so obviously something good for me means something bad for you. 

But I just need to know that you’re in one piece. 

Missing you from enemy lines, 

Fury

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Sneak Attack

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The reason Peter didn’t drink often was that alcohol made him do stupid things. He’d once decked Mulciber after drinking a glass too many, and had been thoroughly paid in kind for that error in judgement. He didn’t want to make the same mistakes with his life on the line, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to just sit here and let her torture him, either.

The idea made him quake all over again, as did her breath on his neck. Dorcas did that sometimes and it felt way different. He did not like this version. He gritted his teeth together as she yanked him closer, the mild pain reminding him that he needed to do something.

“The only pathetic thing I see here is you,” he growled back, though it was a sentiment he’d clearly only meant to think. His eyes widened in horror as he blurted it out, but there was no taking it back. Screw it. He was probably going to die tonight, but he’d do so fighting. That’d prove he wasn’t pathetic.

Her wand made his resolve weaken only slightly, though he was drawing his own as she pressed hers into his windpipe. “Only if you can catch me,” he stated before hitting here with a temporary freezing charm. It would only last a couple of seconds, but it gave him time to tug away and break into a sprint. If he could just make it to that alleyway up ahead, he could morph into his Animagus and hide out until the attack was over. Merlin knew he was too drunk to be of much use otherwise.

It was a juvenile comeback- but Alecto’s pride was too high to let it slide past her without at least acknowledging it. “What did you just call me?” Her voice was shrill and piercing, but it seemed to fit into the theme of tonight- and pushed her forward. So focused was she on his idiotic comment that she let her guard down enough for him to hit her with a freezing charm. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The few seconds that she were delayed allowed her to imagine the gory way in which she was going to dismember the boy limb from limb, cackling all the while. Pride was a dangerous thing, especially to Alecto- and she’d be damned if she was going to let some brown nosing little shit run away from her that easy. 

She pushed against the charm, straining so that when it finally lifted she was on the move, chasing him down. “Come out and play, Petey!” Her body seemed to go into overdrive when she cause a flash of the brown she’d seen on him early. Got you. 

He was still far enough away that she couldn’t physically grab him, so she did the next best thing- sending a hex to trip him, sending him snarling to the ground. “You’ve got a bit more bite than I anticipated, Pettigrew. Maybe I should let you fight me like a real man.”

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Let's Get Fluffy!

☮ - Our muses cuddle up on a couch with warm blankets and popcorn.

✿ - My muse is taking care of your muse who is ill.  

☯ - Our muses are trying on goofy glasses and hats at a novelty store.

♥ - Your muse went in for a kiss but missed and is now flustered.

✌ - Your muse is looking for an article of clothing which my muse has taken.

❤ - It was raining and our muses are soaked before getting home.

❥ - A snowball fight turns into a mini-wrestling match.

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Alecto Carrow and Yves Avery

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves”

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Sneak Attack

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Peter kind of deserved to be caught like he had been, considering he was bumbling around and not trying to get anywhere fast when he saw the Dark Mark flare up in the sky. He knew it meant Death Eaters and he knew that was no good, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of what he was supposed to do about that. He hadn’t even been certain while he was sober. Hadn’t he just been talking to Emma about how bravery didn’t always mean he had to be on the front lines? This felt a lot like the front lines to him.

He flinched from the pain that spiked through his scalp when Alecto caught him by the hair and yanked him closer. For a fleeting moment, he did think to fight back. Fighting back was the only way to get out of the situation, he thought. But then he was staring down the business end of a wand and he didn’t think fighting was so smart anymore.

“P-Pettigrew,” he stuttered. “Peter.” There was no need to ask who she was. Even if he had been able to forget her from the brief time they spent in school together, her reputation preceded her. Alecto Carrow.

He was in trouble. 

“Peter Pettigrew?” She let the name roll off of her tongue, as she had heard Sirius say it several time before... “Ah, yes.” She leaned towards the boy, taking pleasure in his fear, and breathing enough so that she knew that it was running down his neck. “The marauder’s little pet. Little unremarkable Peter.” She pulled his hair tighter again, letting out a soft cackle against his ear. “So tell me, Peter, how does it feel to be pathetic?”

She backed her face away from him, thinking of how she could best extend the fear that she saw in the boy’s eyes. It was arousing to know that she could terrify one person so wholly. She ran her wand up his chest and slid the tip along the base of his throat. “So, what am I going to do with you?”She pressed the tip with slightly more force against his windpipe. “Slice your throat? Make you scream? Make you cry? Oh why Peter, the possibilities are endless.” She drawled. 

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Try all you want to insult me, Aly, but you’ll find out soon enough.

Have you? For fuck’s sake finally. Bitch didn’t even tell me his cherry’d been popped. Asshole. I thought we were friends. He’ll get hell for that later. 

Oh believe me, I am. 

You’re three years too late, Avery. Old Sevvy got between the sheets with me back when I was still in Hogwarts, and surprisingly, he held his own. 

I‘d be interested to compare you two, see who’s the better lay.