I came; I saw; I conquered

Amycus Carrow - 6th year Slytherin - Beater - the better half of the Carrow twins

[aliceandhermuchness]

…Yes. Because that’s the appropriate response to a murder; throwing parties. 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

I'm just saying that it would be a good idea to get people's minds off of it. Everyone is just mopping around.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

There has to be something interesting going on. Ever since the accident the castle has been absolutely dead. People need to start throwing parties.

[narcxssablack]

A lot of people are scared. Of course, perhaps they have reason to be. We’ll never be the targets, so we have no reason to worry. I’m just sick of the topic. It’s gotten old, and there are better things to be discussing.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

I know they are, but they aren't any of our concern. Yes,, we are privilledge that we'll never have to know the fear that they're going through. And thank Merlin for that. I agree, the topic is boresome. Hopefully they'll all calm down and everything will get back to normal.

[narcxssablack]

I really wish everyone would move along from this and get on with their lives. The melodrama getting quite irritating.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

What were you expecting, Narcissa? Of course they made a big deal out of it, they honestly thought a war wasn't possible. Besides mudbloods get scared at everything.

[dailysamclaflin]

I think I’m a really good judge of character; I usually know within ten minutes whether I’m going to like somebody or not. But I like most people, I don’t hate anybody, not one person in the world do I hate or despise. And I’m very honest – my wife would probably say a bit too honest sometimes.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Power is power

[emmelineseagle]

"That’s all quite dependent." She stated through gritted teeth. Merlin, she loathed his pride and comfort in discussing such things. "Do you see any fault in this symbolism?"

With each moment between her question and his answer Emmeline began to edge further into hysterics. To take security from a her without it chipping away at her sanity would be an impossible feat. She had in such a small amount of time been presented with proof of a war and confirmation of her parent’s crimes. “Do you think me a blood traitor?” Although she already thought herself one the question demanded to be asked. 

Blood pooled at her feet as she imagined her tears would have, if not held back as well as they were. Perhaps this duel would take her life. Perhaps she didn’t want her life anymore. 

Emmeline had long been the top of each of her classes and best student in each of her extra curricular clubs, however this had not the ability or even power to protect her from a mental unraveling, or threat of war. She would never think herself a coward, expecially not in these moments. Even in the presence of Amycus Carrow she was a girl with strong beliefs and morals which could not even be challenged by her parents’. Those very morals seemed to be her condemning fault .

[slytherinamycus-blog]

“Fault?” He raised an eyebrow and played up the faux-innocence game he loved so much. “I love this symbolism. I think it gets the point across very nicely, if I say so myself.”

 When she asked him if he thought she was blood traitor Amycus just stared at her. Was she seriously asking him that? Hadn’t he already said that that was what he thought of her as. No matter, he was happy to answer he question again. “If you’re on the side of Potter and Sirius Black, then yes, you are a blood traitor.” Might as well spell it out loud and clear for her.

 Emmeline was young, but when he was first taught of war and what was going to come he was even younger. His father showed him what a war was and this? This was just life.

 War was a part of life.

 Amycus looked up at the body and his original question entered his mind. Who the hell did this?

 Then looked back at Emmeline, who looked like she was about to break. Good. People who broke were weak and vulnerable.

 “Well Vance, I better be going. If you have any more questions about blood traitors feel free to ask. You’re a brilliant witch, we’d love to have you on our side.” It was the truth, but mostly he was just trying to appeal to her. He’d love to be able to recruit more students. And like that, he was gone.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Power is power

[motherlymolly-prewett-deactivat]

Molly could feel her temper rising as she listened to Amycus’ snide comments, and though logically she knew she ought to restrain herself, that she ought to behave and stay quiet rather than making her and her family larger targets, her anger won out.

"Don’t you dare call me naïve, you insufferable little git," she spat, glaring at him. "I am fully aware of the fact that these horrendous deeds are done by some and admired and praised by others, like you and your pathetic friends, and like the people I am ashamed to say are my extended family. But here’s the thing, Carrow,” she continued, moving closer. “Despite the amount of ignorant bigots like you that exist, and who are actually stupid and misguided enough to believe that a person’s worth is somehow tied to their level of magical abilities and the fictional status of their "blood purity", there will always be people to fight you, to fight for equality and in the defence of the defenceless. To fight for what’s right. And you’d better fucking believe I’m going to be one of them.”

Molly had moved so close to Amycus that they were now only inches apart, and were it not for the expression of loathing and fury present on her face, one might have thought she intended to kiss him due to how close she had brought her face to his. She dropped her voice low, to a dangerously vehement whisper “If anyone is naïve, Amycus, it’s you and all the others who so blindly follow your parents’ corrupt ideas and your “Dark Lord” character, without ever stopping to think for yourselves. For your own sake, try to think, try to have some compassion and to be a decent human being while you still have a chance. Because no matter how many people you blood purists kill, you won’t win. You won’t win because you’ll never be able control the fact that two muggles can have a totally magical child. You won’t win because you’ll never be able to hunt down every single person who secretly doesn’t subscribe to your ideals. You’ll never win, because there will always be someone out there willing to fight for their loved ones and for the innocent. Because there will always be people like me, whose blood is every bit as “pure” as yours who will refuse to harm those who’s family tree doesn’t solely consist of incestuously interbred witches and wizards.”

She took a small step back, raising her voice from it’s whisper. “So take the chance while you have it, Amycus. Because it may be a long battle, but in the end the good will win.” She smiled, void of any warmth. “And because that “old fool” Dumbledore? Is still more powerful than any of you.” 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

There was murder in his eyes and he wasn’t even going to beat around the bush, because he was not talked down to. His family, his friends were not talked down about. How fucking dare that bitch. If he could he would hex her right now.

 “I will call you whatever the hell I want to call you, Prewett. A git? Is that really all you have? I’ve heard my friends call my worse.” Amycus gave her a cold smile before she moved closer and he could’ve wrapped his hands around her neck and killed her with his own hands instead of his wand. Hell, if they were in private he would’ve. He wouldn’t have even second guessed himself. “Looks like I’ll be seeing on the battlegrounds then. It’ll be my pleasure to send your lifeless body to your parents if they aren’t first that is.”

 Was that maybe a bit too far? Maybe, but Amycus didn’t care. Death threats were some of his specialties and Molly was doing just the thing to bring them out of him. She was lucky that he had a lot of self control. No, he couldn’t touch her here not where they were witnesses and first years.

“Listen to me very carefully. I know you want to write us all off as inbreeds who can’t think for ourselves, but you’re wrong. Trust me, I don’t listen to my parents at all. If I wanted to be a blood traitor than I would’ve, but I know that this is what I should be fighting for. We’re not all just that easy to characterize. I make every decision for myself. Whether my parents agree with it or not. It just so happens that our ideals match up for the most part.” His eyes narrowed his chin tilted up a bit. “You think there’s no way to keep track of muggles and mudbloods? You’re smart, Prewett, even you must know that there are plenty of ways to keep track of those sort of things.”

 And then Amycus laughed and stood up straight, brushing his robes off. “This isn’t a fairytale. Sometimes the ‘good guys’ don’t always win. Just like there’s no knights in shinning armor to save the princess. And Dumbledore is a fool or else he would’ve shut the place down. Oh well…this isn’t the first horrible thing to happen inside the castle walls and it won’t be the last.”

 Without another word he walked off, leaving the body, the spectacle and Molly there. He had to get away before he killed somebody.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Power is power

[motherlymolly-prewett-deactivat]

Molly couldn’t tear her eyes away from the corpse long enough to spare a glance for Amycus whom, under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead with, let alone talking to. Then again, this was hardly a normal circumstance and there was an actual dead body in front of them.

"I have no clue," she choked out past the lump in her throat as a mixture of emotions churned within her. Shock and fear of course, as well as the expected horror, but also confusion as to how the body arrived within the castle (which should be impenetrable), sadness that a life had been lost, and unbelievable anger that someone could be horrible enough to do this to another human being, regardless of their magical abilities and lack thereof. "I have no clue how someone could bring themselves to do something like this, let alone how they could manage to get the body of the poor person inside Hogwarts."

Molly finally tore her gaze away from the victim and stared up at Amycus. “I don’t suppose you have any inkling as to who would do something like this?” She asked, straining to keep the poison out of her voice. Though she didn’t suspect Amycus for a moment, if only because she doubted his ability to outwit Dumbledore and manage sneak out of the castle and to sneak back in with a body, she also doubted that he had an ounce of sympathy for the poor soul who had been mutilated and killed.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Molly was a mother hen who probably had a literal heart of gold for all Amycus cared. She was also a blood-traitor which put her down on the bad side in his book. Shame. She could be a brilliant witch when she wanted to be, but she was too stubborn to be convinced otherwise.

 Merlin, was she actually crying over this dead mudblood (or muggle, he didn’t know nor cared)? There was no use crying over the dead, especially when they were someone like that. Amycus rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, still looking up at the dead body in wonder and fascination. He too wondered who did it. Not because of anger, but because he wanted to know how. Like a little kid seeing a magic trick. “If you really don’t know how someone could do this you’re just as naïve as the first years. And I don’t know how they got the person in here either, but it isn’t like Hogwarts has the best defenses.”

 Finally he looked down at her and just gave her a shrug. “Of course I have my ideas. And if you don’t either than that says a lot about you.” It had to be Bellatrix or Rodolphus or even Jaxon. There were a few Slytherins he figured were behind this. Some seventh years having to prove themselves to Voldemort. It would be him next year. “It’ll be interesting see what Dumbledore says, the old fool. This place will be shut down in no time I’m sure.”

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Power is power

[emmelineseagle]

Emmeline was caught by the piercing voice of Amycus, scratching at the back of her skull. His question irked her like no other could. Certain that it was the action of a blood purest like himself, Emmeline began to push through the crowd to find him.

"Don’t ask such a foolish question. Most probably someone like you." Without thought she spat at his feet, not considering how he might hurt her for her actions.

The Vance family were the sort who supported blood purity in all- even considered assets to blood purist community. “Mutilation of a dead body and the primary murder. How could anybody be proud of that? Blood is blood, whether or not it is pure.”

In a reflexive motion she pulled the wand from behind her ear. “Your sort will kill any witch or wizard, no matter how kind of a person they may be.” 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

When Emmeline appeared beside him he rolled his eyes. Emmeline was a blood-traitor and frankly got on Amycus’s nerves. She was naïve, or at least she used to be naïve, hopefully this opened her eyes to the fact that she could be next. Hufflepuff’s and Ravenclaw’s were usually the ones denying the war most adamantly.

Amycus let out a small laugh before looking over at her with a smirk. “It was a rhetorical question, Vance, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.” When she spat his teeth gritted together. “Think of what you’re doing before you do it...”

“It was probably just a mudblood, Emmeline. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m not proud of murder itself, but more of the symbolism. If that makes sense.” He didn’t have to explain himself to her of all people.

When she pulled her wand out he did the same, pointing it at her with his eyebrows raise. “You really want to get into a duel right now? With me?”

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Power is power

Amycus pushed himself closer, wanting to get a better look at the body to see if he could tell who it was. People kept wanting to get closer and professors kept trying to keep the students back. Yeah, because that obviously was going to work.

The only thing was that he wished he knew who did it. Wished that they invited him to join in on the fun, because suddenly life at Hogwarts was going to get a lot more interesting. Now people couldn't deny the power of the (future) Deatheaters. 

Of course it was probably Bellatrix or even Rodolphus, seventh years who were close on becoming Deatheaters, so they had something to prove. It might have even been a direct order from Voldemort himself. Amycus just didn't know. He would ask around in Slytherin to see if anyone had heard anything.

When he finally reached the front of the crowd he craned his neck up and fought off a smirk. It wasn't like people didn't know he was horrible person, but you just don't smirk openly underneath a dead body. It put you to the number one suspect and for once, Amycus was completely innocent. Not something that he could say often.

There were a ton of scared students who looked like they were about to cry and it was pathetic. Of course, some of them really did have something to fear...if they were mudbloods or blood-traitors. Other than that the pure-bloods were safe. Allowed to sleep comfortably in their beds without nightmares plaguing them.

Without looking to who was around him, he casually asked, "So, who do you think is behind this?" Discussing possible suspects out in public probably wasn't a great idea, but he wanted to know what other people were thinking. 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Do you still believe in love I wonder || Amycus && Emma

[icarus-emma]

He looked best in those moments, when he genuinely smiled. Emma was a craftsman skilled in the creation of smiles; she could detect the beautiful rarity that was true smile when she saw one. It transformed his entire face, made him almost unrecognizable as the boy who stalked the halls and fit in amongst dark allies. It was a smile that would shine out, incongruent in such a place, in such a face. Emma thought that made him look all the more attractive – his shadows, his shine. Being his friend above all else, she knew all kinds of Amycus Carrow, she thought she knew every facet to him that there was. Yet continuously, Emma was experiencing the pleasant surprise of being surprised by him.

And another thing that is marvellous – this occurs among his being over stressed. Amycus does not need to go into detail for that to whisper significance to Emma. It plants an idea in her head, suggests that maybe she does for him what she values in Amycus. There are so many different things that weigh down on their lives, too many things, yet here she was feeling light and happy. Solmn though the topic once was, Emma endeavoured to inject it with lightness and beamed up at him. “I think we could do something about that.” They seemed to need an escape equally desperately. She mulled it over for a moment, and then ideas poured from her lips. “Throw a party. Take me to Hogwarts. Or just to bed. I’m not that fussy.” A chuckle bubbled on her lips as Emma abandoned coyness, a fickle friend of hers.

Was he joking? Emma left compelled to laugh in that face of those words; it was preferred over some of the other natural reactions. However, when she checked his features, they held no trace of humour. Amycus was not teasing her, not even slighting her, he honestly believed that. How could he? In the world they were brought up in, the society they were a part of, how could she be anything but governed? Truthfully, Emma rarely just acted. She reacted, or even acted in anticipation of reaction. Her behaviour was not natural, on most occasions; it was planned and calculated, engineered. Some would have said that made her false, fake, Emma couldn’t disagree with the depiction.

Amycus had the wrong idea about her. He saw her as a gutsy, assertive, domineering opportunist and that was how Emma presented herself sometimes. But it was not, in truth, who she was. She was as repressed and controlled by the society that bred her as anyone else still in it. She was not James Potter or Sirius Black, no matter how much she admired them secretly. Emma knew that. What she didn’t know, or didn’t know before, was that hers and Amycus’s relationship was built on lies, just as much as her other alliances. She shook her frown, replacing it with a soft smile. She had just been complimented. “I’d like to think so too.” It sounded like an attempt at modesty, or a mild agreement that shouldn’t arouse too much suspicion. Emma picked the words carefully, so that she did not have to tell him the truth, but she didn’t have to lie again, either.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

The smile was only there for a moment until it finally disappeared, not sure when it would make its appearance again. He hardly smiled and if he did they were hardly genuine by any means. Most of the time he had no reason to smile. No point. But sometimes Emma could draw them out of him and it surprised him just as much as it surprised her, he was sure. The closest he ever got to smiling was if he smirked, whether the intent was evil or not. Smiling was what carefree people did, what muggles and mudbloods did. His parents hadn’t taught him what smiling was or what being happy was. His sister and Emma did though, both for completely different reasons.

Happiness was not an emotion that he had been familiar with, at least not a pure form of the word (or purer even). Yes, he was happy when he tortured and when he insulted and tore down, but that was a more sadistic happiness. A killer kind of happiness. It was the happiness that Rodolphus and Jaxon and even Alecto gave him. Emma showed him happiness by just being with another person, just laying together, not even having to talk. He was grateful for that if nothing else.

He quirked an eyebrow.

❝I’m assuming that you’re very skilled at the art of throwing a party at the last minute right?❞ Then his stomach dropped and a thought entered his mind and he wished he could stop more than anything, because it was not a thought that he wanted in his head. Thoughts of murder? Torture? Blood? Those were fine, but that was not.

The thought that their…friendship was built upon lies and deceit and everything but the truth. Amycus wanted to believe that he knew the real Emma, but then there was the sudden realization that he didn’t. Not in the slightest. That their friendship was built upon allies and beliefs and sex, but not truth.

Amycus had been kidding himself this entire time. Kidding himself for thinking that he actually knew her and he was mad. Whether he was mad at Emma or mad at the system he didn’t know quite yet. He wasn’t sure what Emma even truly liked or enjoyed. She hardly talked about herself in specifics rather in vagueness.

Could she actually throw a party at the last minute?

And he thought he had actual feelings for her, but he had been lied to at least to some degree. Of course it wasn’t like he was completely honest with her either. There were a lot of things she didn’t know and may never know, but it was different for him because he had been the one falling for her. He was more mad at himself that at her. Mad that he actually believed her and thought that she was honest. How stupid was he? Amycus wanted to call her out on it, wanted to force her to at least tell him something that wasn’t a lie.

But he knew that Emma would probably find a way around the truth, so he just rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. ❝You’re so modest, Emma.❞ And he looked up at her, wondering what she was thinking.

[slytherinamycus-blog]

Amycus Carrow; Halloween masquerade ball

[bloodiestlestrange-deactivated2]

  "Certainly not a sane one. For all the shite         other houses throw our way about being mad,     they seem to forget their own roots.” 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

"Exactly.        The only sane wizard is the one that wants nothing         to do with muggles or mudbloods for that matter.         Please, you can't expect the wizards in other house to be smart and rational."

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[emmelineseagle]

"Oh- seems I’ve hit a sore spot for you. I suppose that warrants an apology from me. Mentioning parents was un-called for." 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

"It's just that I'd rather not talk about it...them, not that you would know that.

[emmelineseagle]

"-Because in your universe respect is not earned- it is just given to the elder, based on the months between their birth." 

[slytherinamycus-blog]

"Merlin, no, that's not what I'm saying, but some of these younger students do need to respect the older students."

[emmelineseagle]

"Keep your eyes out of other people’s notebooks. Did your parents teach you any proper manners? Perhaps they were absent in your childhood."

[slytherinamycus-blog]

"Hey, I'm no Rita Skeeter. I glanced over it, I don't even know what you wrote, okay? And yes, my parents did teach me proper manners, but I don't like talking about them."