i am the curse

a m y c u s        c a r r o w seventeen, seventh year slytherin. brother to alecto carrow.                 s o c i o p a t h.

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&; carrow:

Everybody has some sort of constant in their life, some people are lucky and get more than one, but for Alecto it was always her brother. The two of them able to understand the other without much verbal communication at all. Most of the time, through their childhood and years spent at Hogwarts all Alecto had needed was to be around her brother to keep her mind from racing. There was an abundance of thoughts that could terrify her in her head, and somehow the connection they’d always had mellowed it out.

Alecto knew perfectly well, most likely better than anyone else aside from her brother himself, how Amycus felt about standing by the shore of the lake; she was the only reason he was doing it. “They have potential? I can’t say I’ve noticed. They’re all useless.” Alecto scoffed, the brief moments she had had with the foreign guests hadn’t brought much else but annoyance to mind. “If you do, they shouldn’t get hurt if they’re talented enough, and if they’re not then it’s hardly your fault their magical knowledge isn’t up to the standard it should be.”

         at least there was always alecto who shared some of his same thoughts, same feelings. they had their differences, some were big and some were small, but they still had many similarities that could bring amycus some peace. he would feel somewhat guilty about keeping one secret from her for years, but he didn’t because the fear of her reaction was a little worse than whatever resemblance of guilt he would feel. alecto is the only constant in his life, he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize it. yet, as she spoke, a small smile appeared on his lips and that secret thought he had was pushed to the back of his mind. 

         “i take it you’re not making too many friends,” he joked, it wasn’t the best joke but it isn’t like amycus makes jokes often. “a lot of them are useless, i’ll believe that. i haven’t met one student from beauxbatons that is actually worth remembering what accent-infused name they gave me. durmstrang, there are some in there that are interesting. at least they’ve been taught the dark arts and not this ridiculous excuse for a class we have here. they could teach something, at least, i’m trying to get one of the durmstrang girls to do so with me.” that small smile he held on his face fell as he resumed his usual slight frown. “i could only learn so much from the books we’ve shared with other students. snape is constantly writing in them and it’s a mess.”

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&; macdonald:

“I’m sure if you went to somebody you actually treated with an ounce of respect they would be just as capable of telling you.”

       “respect for a mudblood? looks like you’ve been hanging out with too many traitors, macdonald. -- anyway, since that was a no, i’ll be going to find someone less disgusting to be around.”

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&; macdonald:

“I am about as worried about you as you are about me.”

      “glad we cleared up this annoyance. if you aren’t going to tell me what i missed for the transfiguration homework, we might as well call this conversation over. you’ve exceeded your amusement.”

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&; draganova:

     “that sounds like a family enterprise. i didn’t know you had a sister. what year is she in?”

       “yeah, alecto. she’s my twin, actually.”

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&; macdonald:

“What I said Amycus is that people might begin to think you might be enjoing my company. Couldn’t have them believing that, could we?”

     “is this you worrying about me? i’d be touched if i wasn’t so grossed out. don’t worry, no one would be that stupid enough to think i actually enjoy your company.”

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&; draganova:

     “oh really? one of your close friends?”

    “maybe not a close friend but my sister has done well in potions, so maybe if i need to she can.”

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&; draganova:

     “as far as cursed fire goes, it’s certainly my favourite. plenty of interesting potions can be made - many which can be beneficial.“

      “sounds like something useful we’ve been missing out on here. if i need a beneficial potion i’ll just have someone brew it for me.”

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&; macdonald:

“Don’t say that too loudly Amycus, people might start to think that you like spending time with muggleborns and from what I hear you’re not too suited to the life of a blood traitor.”

     “do you think before you speak? me, spending time with mudbloods like you? just because i’m simply having a conversation with you, waiting for you to inevitably start crying doesn’t mean i actually like this. i’m momentarily entertained until you’re of no use for me.”

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&; draganova:

     “or you could cast fiendfyre on the living person. if you’re angry enough to burn someone alive, why not do it properly? potions is simple enough. herbology is stupid.”

      “never tried it, fiendfyre, but i’m sure i could be angry enough to give it a go. potions was a waste of time for me, along with herbology. glad we can agree on the latter, at least.”

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&; draganova:

     “Obviously, but useful in day to day life. Turn someone into a chair? That seems redundant. Sadly? If you didn’t want to take the class why didn’t you just not pass it? It’s what I did with herbology.”

      “if you think it’s useful. chair was the first thing that came to mind, followed by throwing said chair into a fire. i couldn’t do that. it was already bad enough that i hadn’t passed a few classes, such as potions, last term. my parents were not proud of that moment.”

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&; macdonald:

She really did try not to shudder at his words.“Well, I do think that both of us find this conversation equally unpleasant so I can imagine why either of us would willing start it. Surely you have better things to do than stand around and bully people.”

      he leaned closer, almost smiling. “i’m not finding it that unpleasant, mary, on the contrary i’m getting quite amused. i don’t have anything better to do, otherwise you wouldn’t be worth my time. unfortunately for you, i’m bored.” 

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&; black:

        “ Any imbecile can have a child. That doesn’t mean that imbecile has made themselves worthy of that child’s respect, ” He stated, pointedly. Sirius truthfully believed that his parents didn’t deserve any of his respect especially not after he’d been introduced to actual affection. The male understood, in most cases, that the child should respect their parent. But, personally, he thought that that parent in turn needed to hold up their end. They needed to be more than the sperm and egg donors that Sirius considered his own ‘parents’ to be. Sirius didn’t flinch as the male took a step forward closer to him. He firmly stood his ground locking gazes with Amycus in a look that could kill if it had the ability. The Gryffindor let out a scoffing laugh. “ What’s wrong with it is that it is weak. We both know that, deep down, you want to be free to make your own choice. ”

        “you live in a fucking fantasy world, black.” with this talk of respect, in what world did his former friend live in? did becoming a gryffindor and running away turn him into some sort of mad man? amycus couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of sirius’ mouth, which is the perfect fuel for his frustration and anger that was bubbling within him. forget the anxiety he had felt earlier, the thoughts of any previous emotions he may have repressed -- none of that matters now. sirius black is a fool. as amycus became increasingly more angry as this conversation went on, sirius laughed in his face and began talking about another foreign concept. with anger running the show, who knows what amycus will let slip through his lips. “free to make my own choice? you act as if that is a luxury i can afford. not all of us can leave everything they’ve ever known and only be erased from a fucking tapestry.” 

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&; carrow:

Alecto smiled as she reached his side, the smile adorning her features was one reserved for a few. Not the one she forced around their parents and whatever potential suitors their mother managed to present her for. But it was a small glimmer of happiness that she held onto, only showing briefly to the lucky ones, as if she was afraid to run out of the emotion. “Of course. I find it’s more effective than just asking, big brother.”

She had never been able to completely explain her fascination with anything outside of confining walls. Perhaps it was how open it all was, or how much life was around her, and how much destruction that life was capable of if one knew how to use it, or it could’ve just been a child’s defiance against her mother. Covered in mud and with a torn dress Alecto could hardly ever be the bride her mother demanded her to be.

“It’s unfortunate, though hardly unexpected. However, you feel that way about other people than just our foreign guests.”

      the two of them shared smiles, which had been enough to make some of the muscles in his cheeks ache. he’s so used to scowling and frowning, mixing in sneers once in a while, that smiling felt so weird. it hurt to smile, or maybe he just wanted it to hurt when he smiled so he didn’t have to do it so much. but around alecto, it wasn’t all too hard -- she deserved his smile most of all. he didn’t answer her, only agreed with a silent nod as he turned to finally look at her. staring at the dirt had done nothing to make him feel clean so maybe turning to her could keep his mind off of it. 

     “i might feel that way about others but so far no one from the other schools has been enlightening. well there was one who had potential but we’ll see how that would go. otherwise, most of them deserve to be pitched off the astronomy tower.” he paused, inclining his head to the side as his eyebrows raised slightly, “what about you? met anyone interesting from the other schools?” 

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&; draganova:

     “Charms are more useful than transfiguration. And you enjoy bragging about them even more. Did you get an Outstanding in Defence against the dark arts?”

         “charms is soft, it’s been something i’ve been told my whole life. whereas transfiguration, you can turn someone you don’t like into a chair and then---well you can dispose of them faster. sadly i did get an outstanding but i believe what i know in the dark arts helped with that.”