#( interaction. amycus carrow )

[valeria-flint]

Starter for @bestialremains

Val could honestly say that it was the first time that she had actually snuck into Amycus' place just now. She had been careful to not be seen as she moved into the house. The house of the man who was no longer her betrothed but the man who she still respected, and one of the only few who actually knew what it was like to go through a failed betrothal. So far she had been able to ignore the rumors and gossip pretty well, but it was annoying. Val was so much more than a failed chance of marriage. She wanted to decide herself who to get married to. Or not get married at all. Was that so much to ask for?

A deep sigh at that thought sounded as Val walked into the room where she could find Amycus. "Ex fiancee in the building, be careful who you are seen with, Amycus," the woman joked as she moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as a welcome. "I hope your parents are off your back now because mine are. That is until they find someone for me."

[gerdacurds]

Anytime there weren't eyes on her, Greta could feel her expression shift into a sour look. Luckily there weren't often eyes on her as she was simply catering and not an actual attendee. She preferred it that way, things like these were never her thing. She'd never really gotten along with her Slytherin classmates, she thought that perhaps it was because she was from a different country, but that wasn't actually it. No, they were all mostly too full of themselves or too worried about what others thought of them. It was exhausting. Seeing a head of bright red hair, Greta's smile turned on, slightly more genuine than usual. No, she wasn't really friends with the Carrow twins, but at least she knew that Amycus wasn't boring. "Pick your poison, got lots of options." She held out the tray of hors d'oeuvres towards him. - @karmacarrow

[valeria-flint]

Amycus was definitely lucky that his parents hadn’t set the focus on him yet. Then again, twins probably did take up the most attention from grandparents for a bit of time. Even in very strict families like theirs. “Updated even… As if it isn’t public knowledge straight away as soon as your parents have made the decision to focus on you once again,” she teased him with a chuckle. A bachelor on the Pureblood market was definitely big society news in their world.

Val shook her head with a laugh when he asked if she was offering. “We’ve been down that road, it’s probably best not to do so again. I also think our parents will have a whiplash if we ever were to tell them something like that.” No, that was a ship that sailed, they both knew that. It was fun to joke about all of that, however. “Before we get into this too much, I will have to get you to pay for those shells. Can’t let you leave without doing that.”

Despite it all Amycus couldn’t quite hide the sliver of surprise that showed on his face for the mere part of a second. No matter what, despite it all, trusting him was not something he’d have ever expected to hear from the witch. A huff, humming as he acknowledged her words. Nothing more was said about the matter, even if it played on his mind for at least a moment longer. “Time will tell, but no, they aren’t. Not yet anyway. I don’t doubt that with Alecto sorted they might come around to their original idea of assuring their goals are met.”

The wizard didn’t need to go into detail about the goals any of their parents had. Not in their world, not in their society. Of course, he wasn’t actually going to fight them on that matter. Whatever they thought was best would be best. “I will keep you updated.” A smirk toward her as he fished out the money to pay for his rather large order and the occamy shells. “Why, are you offering?” His eyes glanced over at her, a chuckle within his voice. No, they had been there before. Still, the thought was almost amusing. - @valeria-flint

[theblackswan-and-thewhiterose]

What was Lysianias like with Alecto and Amycus? Did she know her step-cousins?

Oh, yes. They knew about each other. In their earlier years, there wasn’t much interaction between the three. If Lysianias had grown up with Lysistrata and Casimir the twins would’ve despised her (and yes, Alecto and Amycus are fraternal twins in this au).

If she had known them in childhood, Amycus and Alecto would torture Lysianias, but she would be just as merciless when trying to make their lives as miserable as possible. And let me tell you, Lysianias would always win, she is, after all, Casimir’s step-daughter. There is honestly no doubt in my mind that he taught her how to be ruthless, and maybe encouraged her sadistic behavior towards the next gen Carrow twins.

Casimir would’ve never been any prouder the day he found both Amycus and Alecto lying on the floor near-paralyzed after Lysianias had tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse. She’s probably the only one besides Lavinia that has ever genuinely made him smile.

In the original au, they meet at Hogwarts. Of course all three of them were in Slytherin so they were in close proximity of each other. I think Alecto and Amycus would be a few years above Lysianias, but I doubt it would interfere with the mutual disdain they shared for their little cousin.

It was an unspoken truth that she was the child Lysistrata had outside of her marriage with Casimir. Both twins had known for quite some time that they had familial ties with Lysianias. Their eyes would always be on her whenever walking past the young Yaxley girl in the halls, or any other common area they shared (which was a lot considering the fact they went to the same school as each other and were all in Slytherin).

Trust me when I say that Lysianias hated the Carrow twins just as much as they hated her. I don’t think that Lysianias went through her Hogwarts years without getting into at least one altercation with them. There may have been a few incidents where curses were subtly casted, or a few hexes were thrown… but if it was ever the Carrow twins who had come out of these incidents as victors then I assure you that Lysianias would get her revenge.

And that would not be a pretty sight to see…

Speaking of revenge! Lysianias kills Alecto in the Battle of Hogwarts 🤭 and well… Casimir was probably laughing up at them from Hell with nothing but amusement written across his face.

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Your OC - Narkissos Carrow, have you planned for him to be the father of Alecto and Amycus?

Narkissos won’t have any kids. He’s definitely had a few conquests, but the man doesn’t have any desire to make a meaningful emotional connection with those he interacts with.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of doing so, Narkissos just chooses not to.

[tanketorskk]

oh I do not know those !! is " we " the fandom ? sorry

and yes I have seen people use tiberius before too !! :-D

and who are the people at the bottom ??

All good! But no, that would be me and my roleplay partner. I don’t interact with a tonne of fandom Knights stuff so most of it is based on what the two of us have come up with.

I’ve honestly not seen anyone talk about Nott Senior in ages lol but it’s fun that there’s some overlap! I honestly can’t remember if I got the name from seeing someone else use it or not lol

All of them are essentially ocs lol, but we (my roleplay partner and I) have done our best to make them fit into existing lore etc. Lucernella and Ettiedette Crouch are the younger sisters of Bartemius Crouch Senior and the daughters of Caspar Crouch and Charis Black. This also makes them the aunts of Barty Crouch Junior of course. Rubeline Smoke is the wife of Bruce Mulciber Senior and mother of Bruce Mulciber Junior. She’s also known as Ruby. Kalfr Cowbell is Charity’s uncle. He married Charlise Burbage, a younger sister of Herbert Burbage, Charity’s dad. Kalfr and Charlise also had a son, Colter, aka Charity’s cousin. Spyromine Myrdyrov Carrow is an ancestor of the Carrows Alecto and Amycus. Amphimus Soot Flint is the grandfather of Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain we meet in the original series. He is also the brother of Augusta Flint who later becomes Augusta Longbottom, Frank Longbottoms’s mother and Neville Longbottom’s grandmother. Hyppolyte and Eglantine Rosier are boy/girl twins and French Rosier family members. Their parents are Alphonse Rosier and Ilda Rosier. Ilda is a full-blooded Veela and Alphonse is the brother of Felix Rosier who is the father of Alabaster Rosier (Evan Rosier’s father), Druella Rosier (Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa’s mother) and Acelin Rosier (Pandora’s father).

Hopefully all of this makes just a little bit sense cnfncnfn

[nvrcissasm]

With the changing for the better of late, Narcissa had been out in the gardens taking in the fresh afternoon air when the house elf had appeared to inform that had she had a visitor in the entry hall asking for her. She hadn't been expecting anyone, but announced as an old friend by the elf, she was happy to dismiss the creature. "Thank you, I will go see to them now. I will call if refreshments are required." She replied with a nod as she rose from her seat.

Slow and steadily making her way back in and through the manor, a smile formed on her features when she spotted Amycus waiting for her in the entry hall. "Amycus, what a lovely surprise." She greeted with genuine warmth. It had been too long since she had last seen the wizard, so she was happy to see him. "You should have said you were popping by, I would have been more prepared. Come through to the sitting room, will you?"

who: @nvrcissasm where: manor entry hall when: afternoon

It had been a while and time fly by ever so quickly. Any individual that had mastered the art of filling one’s time would simply look up and realize just how many days or weeks had passed – months in some cases – before they’d notice that it was high time for a visit. No friend should go for too long without such curtesy paid to another. That’s how he found himself there that day, waiting within the entry hall in hopes that the other might have a moment to spare for an old friend.

A house elf, not one that he would remember the name of, plopped up in front of him. “Please tell Narcissa she has a visitor and ask if she will see me. An old friend is hoping she’ll have a minute or two.” There was a smile on his face, one which lit up when moments later there were steps to be heard. Amycus could only hope those were the steps of someone walking in his direction.

[devinabechtel]

CROSSROADS.

Time was moving dangerously fast and unbearably slow all at the same time. Autumn was well underway, the yellowing leaves and incoming chill marking the true death of Summer. The variations in color of the world outside her bedroom window weren’t the only changes this week had brought, however —

Whereas the passing of time was normally marked by her encounters with the man that had sworn to draw Devina’ssecrets out of her — their interactions since that confusing night in the pools underneath Carrow House were few and far between. And though Devina knew she should be glad.. She wasn’t. 

At first, Devina thought he was simply avoiding her. After all, it wouldn’t be too strange considering what had transpired down there between the two of them. But then he missed their scheduled meeting on Wednesday-night, something that struck her as so eerily out of character that she couldn’t even rejoice in the fact that he was the one that finally broke their contract and not her that had induced the Ab Initio.

But with that realization came the paranoia, the brittle and chewed-down fingernails and the endless, sleepless nights. For all she knew — he could have finally lost his patience with her, deciding he had better things to do with his valuable time than to charm and seduce an Order Member into submission. Maybe he choose not to see her because he was re-evaluating his strategy, alienating her so he could slowly revert to his old practices.

The explanation behind his absence that a (reluctant) house-elf had provided, was that their master was simply away on business. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out what this business entailed — when Devina would watch him come home each night covered in someone else’s blood.

She was dying to know and yet too reluctant to find out which way the scale of war was tipping this week. Devina hadn’t seen a copy of the daily prophet in days and she knew better than to bring it up around Alecto or Katrina. Though from the way the house-elves and the portraits dealt in whispers, it was clear something big was happening.

Eventually, her mind started to question what would become of her if Amycus died in battle. Would Katrina allow her to go back home, knowing that might put her and her daughter in danger? Or would she simply be passed along to the next Death Eater, to be imprisoned and tortured all over again? 

The only positive of this cold and strange week was that Alecto had seemed to come alive in the crisp Autumn weather. At least the new roster of activities had offered some form of distraction, even if Devina couldn’t quite stop thinking about Amycus’ hands on her ass.

Every night before bed, she’d take off her stupid turtlenecks in front of the mirror, staring at herself as she ran her fingers the fading bruise on her throat. Certainly not the first one he had given her, but by far the most confusing one. It couldn’t and shouldn’t have happened and yet, it did. Devina wondered if she could fall for someone like him, dark coercive magic and war politics aside.

She wasn’t going to stay long enough to find out, Devina had decided. The fucked-up little fairy tale that he had spun, it had to end. 

She had to leave.

But it wouldn’t be tonight, Devina made herself promise just as she did the night before. She simply couldn’t, not without knowing what her disappearance would mean for Alecto and Katrina. Her escape-plan could only serve as a last resort.

With Amycus away, it was uncannily easy for Devina to explore the Carrow residence unnoticed. By now, she had tried every room she could think of. The library, the ballroom, the kitchens, the conservatory, the music room — Devina had seen and exploited it all. Her discoveries only led to disappointment however, as every door and every window seemed to be all too familiar with her touch.

Devina had only one place left on her list; the crypts beneath Carrow House. And she had left it for last for a very good reason. Alecto had told the tales of the games of hide and seek her and her brother would play down there and though that was precisely what two Slytherin kids would define as an entertaining afternoon activity, she herself didn’t quite share that sentiment. But if there was one thing Devina was certain of, is that the crypt had access to the outside — dragging decompensating corpses through a fancy manor couldn’t have been commonplace, even back in the day. And though it would have been much wiser to respect the bounds that the wards held in place for her, Devina had to know she wasn’t missing any means of escape.

—

The journey into the tombs was child’s play after she managed to sneak past the staff kitchens and the larder. What lay beyond would be the difficult part. Alecto had mentioned a vast network of tunnels behind the crypt, a maze of sorts. But Devina came prepared, a small satchel of mallowsweet at her hip to mark her steps just as little Hansel & Gretel from her grandfather’s bedside stories would have done.

What she couldn’t have prepared herself for, however, was the immediate chill that settled into her bones as she passed underneath the ominous inscription above the entrance. The candelabra’s flickered in protest as she stepped into the crypt.

She had never felt this unwelcome before.

“You can do this.” Devina muttered to herself as she eyed the distance between herself and the end of the crypt. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her shoulders and took a deep, steadying breath. “You’re a witch for Christ’s sake.”

Devina hurried past the rows of tombs, going as quickly as her feet would allow her. But matter how fast she ran, Devinawasn’t able escape the feeling of the many prying eyes on her back as she made her way through the Carrow ancestors’ final resting place. 

It was only after she’d slipped past the last headstone and into the maze of tunnels behind, that she felt it. Devina halted in the dark corridor, her trembling hand creeping up to the back of her neck. A sharp gasp sprang from her lips as she discovered the long, deep scratch that had been etched into her skin.

There was no logical explanation for the following sequence of events, nor was there one for the things she heard and saw in the dark, winding corridors beneath the manor. Devina forced her legs forward step by step, convincing herself that the only way out was through and that there were other, far more terrifying demons that she’d possibly have to face if she didn’t discover a way out tonight. 

But by the time she reached the first fork in the road, Devina wished she had never started this journey in the first place. She was covered in dust, cobwebs and cuts that she couldn’t explain the origins of. That wasn’t the thing that frightened her the most however. It was the chill that had vanished, the mallowsweet that had disappeared and the admission that she was utterly and completely lost. Didn’t Amycus warn her that this would happen?

At the second crossroads, Devina was certain she had lost her mind. A clock sounded in the distance. Forcing herself not to question where it came from, she counted — one, two, three. Had it really been two hours?

With her heartbeat running frantic, Devina picked up the pace of her steps and began running her hands over the wet cobblestone to assure she wasn’t going around in circles. It felt like an entirety before the network of tunnels spat her back out — right at the place where she started from.

Devina stumbled into the open space, exhaling a big breath of relief before placing her hands her knees in an effort to catch her breath. She never should have been down here, that much was clear — but at least she was out.

After a minute or two Devina straightened her back, ready to cut her losses and make her way back to her chambers when she noticed the figure at the entrance of the crypt. A chill ran down the full length of her spine. Devina blinked — certain her eyes were playing tricks on her wary mind.

Until it moved.

Her chest tightened, blind fear gripping her as she retreated back into the tunnels. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t see — her lungs fighting for air as she ran further and further into the maze. And then the last bit of breath was knocked out of her, too, as she collided with something tall and strong.

It was then that Devina completely lost it — bloodcurdling scream tearing from her lips as she kicked and clawed against whatever had appeared in front of her.

[ascendio-rp]

Come join us on discord! The group recently had Evan Rosier and Emmeline Vance open up. Our players would also love to see Amycus Carrow, Walburga Black, Edgar Bones, Amelia Bones, Gideon Prewett, Madam Pomfrey, Fabian Prewett, and Mrs. Rosier join the rp. 🙂

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[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

you've got no place to hide and i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. one look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming, gonna eat you alive. your heart hits like a drum. the chase has just begun. one misstep, you're mine. and you better stay clever if you wanna survive.

basics. 

name: rodolphus desiderius lestrange. pronunciation: rō-doll-fi-us. des-i-e-di l-rius. le-strange. meaning: famous wolf. ardent desire. hound of the borderland. birthday: january 17th. capricorn.  age: thirty-two.  pronouns: he + him.  sexuality: heterosexual.  siblings: rabastan. alessandra.  parents: roderick lestrange (father). astraea lestrange neè carrow (mother). other family: extended lestrange family. extended black family. extended carrow family (amycus and alecto carrow; cousins.) languages: english.  current residence: london.  born: london. 

wizard fun. 

hogwarts house: slytherin.  year of graduation: 1967. affiliation: death eater.  occupation: unspeakable; thought chamber.  pet: none. blood status: pureblood. species: wizard.  patronus: crow. the crow is a very well-known bird that some believe is an omen of dark magic. the crow is very resourceful, ambitious, and cunning. once they set a goal, they always seem to get what they’re after. crows are also fearless. regardless of what sort of creature they find in the way of their goal, they will do anything they can to overpower it. they are also very smart and have been observed using tools to achieve their means. boggart: not being noticed.  amortentia scent: peanut brittle, paint, new books, burning cedar.  wand type: apple wood. dragonheart string. unyielding. 12 inches.

appearance. 

height: 5’ 10” hair color: brown black.  eye color: piercing blue.  hair style: parted to the side with light use of product. fashion style: black. leather. form-fitting. rings with larger, expensive gems.

personality. 

positive traits: + resourceful + charming  negative traits: - condescending - overconfident

theme song: monsters by ruelle. 

quick facts.

roderick may as well as have been god in rodolphus' young mind, later replaced by voldemort. -- and himself as a close second.

the only time rodolphus cared anything about rabastan was after the younger boy went to school. they didn't have much interaction but rodolphus kept an eye out to be sure he didn't disparage the lestrange name. perhaps he should have paid attention to the trash alessandra was bound to become.

it's not common knowledge but rodolphus is a legilimens. although he has the power it's more of a power-trip knowing he has it in his back pocket more than anything else. he enjoys being a jack of all trades

he charms anything that moves. people either love, hate or fear him based on what he wants from them. he's used to playing with people's minds.

not only a pretty face and frightening, rodolphus is as intelligent as they come. he aced his schooling. in order to succeed in life, one needed knowledge. another notch on his "being in control" belt.

so much more.

headcanons.

click here. updated frequently.

bio.

from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and roderick took him under his wing immediately, leaving astraea to her own sensibilities. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love. roderick would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life, leaving rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet, being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved, focused, and prideful that there was no way humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream.

as his siblings followed, nothing changed for rodolphus. he didn’t take the caring big brother role. they were two little beings that made loud noises, got too close to him, and made too many messes. the only thing that amused him was their stupid questions to which he would give them wrong answers. he would confuse them and point them in the wrong way any chance he got. rabastan and alessandra had no chance. luckily for all three of them, the threesome wouldn’t be under one roof for too long as he was on his way to Hogwarts first.

when he was sorted into slytherin – the sorting hat skimming his brown black hair – the room erupted. there was no doubt that’s where he would be however, having a lestrange in the house again was something to be celebrated. having rodolphus in the house was to be celebrated. in his seven years, the young charismatic man charmed nearly everyone he met, whether that meant having them head over heels with him or being utterly terrified and willing to do anything for him. he was a success in everything he touched, including his classes. well, not classes pertaining to muggles which were a waste of time. but everything else – everything else – he mastered. he wanted to be prepared for anything and that meant knowledge. without knowledge there was simply no way to win. he had roderick to thank for that little gem.

surprisingly, when rabastan came to school, he did keep an eye on him. he wasn’t entirely sure why, but he felt like his younger brother was weak and, although rodolphus didn’t much care in the traditional sense, he didn’t want to see anything happen to him or the lestrange name. however, when alessandra came and was sorted into hufflepuff he immediately cut her off and refused her existence. she may have had the lestrange name but was not a lestrange. her life kept going in the wrong direction. worse and worse. she was a disappointment and deserved everything she got. she was lucky she was still alive. for the time being.

nearing the end of his stay at hogwarts the inevitable happened: the engagement announcement. he knew who it was. he had known his whole life. hell, she had known. he didn’t act surprised when they announced “Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black are to be wed.” he simply raised his glass, put on a fake, charming smile he’d become so accustomed to, put his arm around her and nodded to the crowd. the wedding came and went. he could have done worse than bellatrix. she was a strong woman who could maintain herself. she wasn’t terrible to look at. to be honest, they were an attractive couple. they were an intimidating couple when they worked together – if they worked together. but like he learned from his father, love could get in the way of the bigger picture, and he couldn’t let that get in the way. right?

after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. it was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. yet another upper hand, as if it needed anymore.

as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched it unfold, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon, rodolphus did the lord’s bidding on a whim, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy.

rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face, keen mind and mystery to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it.

[hqmemento-mori]

✩ VOLDEMORT HAS FALLEN !

... on Halloween, 2024, the boy who lived, NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, has survived the killing curse. Protected by his mother and father's love, true evil has been banished from society as the fragile lingering fragments of the hollow soul of Lord Voldemort were shattered into dust. The husk of the man himself has disappeared, merging finally with the darkness he had become over the course of his wretched life. Unfortunately he was not the only casualty of this senseless attack ... FRANK & ALICE LONGBOTTOM were found deceased at the scene by first Order of the Phoenix responders Alastor Moody, Gideon Prewett & Lily Evans. They are now tirelessly trying to understand why this family was targeted. Could it have been a prophecy? The world is currently torn. Some are simultaneously feeling the pain of losing their friends & the relief that the Death Eaters no longer have a commander - there is no denying that hope for a brighter future is hand in hand with grief. Others are afraid of the direction society is going to head toward with the figurehead of one side of a war being suddenly taken down - will chaos dominate? Will someone even worse take his place? Will anyone be held accountable for the crimes they committed in his name, or do the seeds of Ministry corruption that Voldemort planted run so deep that not even his death is enough to help justice prevail?

this server is a *modern* marauder era au. the prompt: what if the longbottoms were targeted instead of the potters? our goal is to keep the server casual enough for older writers to keep up with but still have some fun twists & events sprinkled in along the way! Anti-JKR, 21+ & discord based. <- Join here. Most Wanted: PETER PETTIGREW, DEATH EATER MUSES; Lucius Malfoy, Agustus Rookwood, Amycus Carrow, Dorcas Meadowes, Amelia & Edgar Bones, Edward "Ted" Tonks, Fabian & Molly Prewett, Rabastan & Rodolphus Lestrange, & So many more!!

Opening for interactions on MONDAY, APRIL 21ST

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: Amycus Carrow & Valeria Flint ( @amycusccrrow ) Location: Amycus' house

To say that Val was not happy, was an understatement. Earlier that morning she had heard from not only her father and mother, but also from the Carrows, that a date for the wedding had to be picked sometime soon - and with soon they meant within the month - otherwise the betrothal would be off. And Val knew that Amycus would've had the same message. So after receiving that letter, she had made her way over to Amycus' place to make sure that she could talk to someone about it.

"I guess that we can no longer postpone our faith, even though I have to admit that we have succeeded rather long at it," Val said to the man in the room with her, as she was pacing the room. She was unable to sit still at moments like these, even though she knew that she would have to do so.

"I think we have to talk about what we want this marriage to be exactly? How our married life is going to be looking like?"

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Never Alone - Ch. 67

summary: "𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴…𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦."

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚…

*the only characters I own are Ciara, her family, and Jade. all other rights go to she-who-should-not-be-named

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Ciara stood in front of the long mirror one morning, glaring harshly at her reflection. Her fingers danced up to her cheek, gingerly tracing the faded, but still awfully visible scar that trailed from the corner of her eye down to almost the curl of her lips. Heaving a sigh, she gathered her bag before leaving the room with Jade to join the march to their first class. 

They went through the day as gloomy as always. The weeks had started to blend together at that point, the schedules were so rigid, and the abuse they were suffering at the hands of the Carrows was not helping their concentration in the slightest. It was hard to imagine a world outside the castle walls anymore, even memories of past years were slowly fading away. And as she looked around the straight lines of students, she could see it in everyone’s eyes, they were all thinking much of the same thing. 

So, when Neville grabbed the edge of her robes as they were on the way to Muggle Studies, needless to say she was startled. 

“What are you doing Longbottom?” she whispered, alarmed. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” 

“Nothing I haven’t already experienced” he answered quickly, in a voice that was so much different from the Neville Ciara had interacted with in the past. She could see the bruises on his chin that confirmed his words. 

“What do you want?” she asked, still trying to keep her posture as straight as possible as they walked, as to not bring attention to them. 

“Your help” he answered out of the corner of his mouth. 

Ciara couldn’t help the way her head turned towards him in surprise.

“My help?” she whispered quizzically. 

Neville nodded, glancing around them a moment. 

“I’ve got some members of the DA together” he started, “Mainly Ginny and Luna. Leading ourselves a little rebellion.” he said with a small smile. 

“Are you mad?” she questioned, eyes wide. 

Neville was still smiling. 

“Maybe” he said, “Join us?” 

Ciara, looked backwards over her shoulder. Her eyes honing in on where Amycus stood at the top of the distant staircase, staring down at the lines of students with a satisfied smirk. 

“What do you need me to do?” she asked, causing Neville to grin victoriously. 

That marked the start of Ciara’s involvement with the insurgence inside the castle walls. Her, Neville, Ginny and Luna took vocal stances against the Carrows, regularly being ones to stand up to them during classes, refusing to practice the Dark Arts. They took their detentions in strides, and it quickly became much less of a deterrent. At night, they would sneak out of their common rooms in order to graffiti the walls of the castle with messages of hope and instigation, hoping to lift the spirits of the other students in the castle to do the same. 

And for a while, it looked like it was working. 

Ciara slowly dared to hope again. 

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Draco never did get used to the screaming that echoed throughout the corridors of his childhood home. 

It seemed like every day now, the Death Eaters were bringing back another wizard to torture for information, or in some cases, just for fun. His mother tried her best to keep him far away from the meetings and the other dark events that were taking place floors below him, but he still heard it. 

He heard it all. 

Curling his knees into his chest, he stared harshly out the window, at the snow-covered courtyard. His eyes trained on the snowflakes that fell slowly past the glass pane, trying to hold back a familiar sob. 

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Back at Hogwarts, after winter break, was when things started to take a turn for the worst. 

Just as it seemed as if their open rebellion had been picking up steam, it came to a screeching halt. 

Luna didn’t return to school after Christmas, none of them knowing what had become of her. A couple months later, around Easter time, Ginny also disappeared. 

Ciara and Neville were left behind to lead the fraying DA on their own. 

But they eventually were forced to a full retreat in the early spring, when Michael Corner, a fellow seventh year from Ravenclaw attempted a daring night-rescue of a first year that was chained up by the Carrows in the Great Hall. He did manage to free the younger kid, but he suffered horribly for it. The Carrows relished in the ability to make an example out of him. 

Ciara and Neville met up in secret, deciding that they couldn’t risk anyone else getting hurt, and though neither of them really wanted to, they put an end to the open demonstrations.  

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[amycuses]

with knockturn alley just a few turns away, amycus had been so focused on letting the night sky and hood above his head hide recognizable features in the shadow as he slipped through cobbled streets quick and effortlessly. almost taken aback at the sudden interaction and accusation, the carrow reconsiders the first reaction he had in mind at the sight of the familiar face of one of the black sisters. hands let go of his wand and instead, he lets the hood down and instinctively runs his fingers through short - cut hair. " don't flatter yourself. i've got more important things to be doing. " amycus stretches his palm beneath his robe - he is on edge, but demeanor doesn't truly show it. instead, curiousity glints in observant eyes. " you know, people don't usually get paranoid about being followed unless there's a reason someone would be following them. "

location : diagon valley status : open

the day had faded into a quieter night, and the cobbled streets of diagon alley seemed darker than usual. ever since she'd left home, paranoia had followed her—along with arrogance, the lingering belief that she still mattered, that she hadn’t been entirely forgotten. with her hands buried deep in the pockets of her cloak, steady steps accompanied her, ignoring the flicker in the glass of a shop window, the sound of footsteps falling into rhythm with her own as she tried not to fall back into old patterns of mistrust. and yet, her fingers twitched towards her wand, allowing her figure to be swallowed by the shadows when she turned precisely into an alley, spinning on her heel, wand raised .  “ why are you following me ? ” her voice was sharp, cutting through the air in a way that once felt more familiar than it should have.

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for alecto carrow!! ( @dcpravities​ )

hanging up the phone, amycus sighed at the knock on his office door. “come in.” he called, already focused on something else as it opened. the man looked up, eyes focusing on the woman. she was unfamiliar, clearly not someone he was meant to be meeting with, and yet, something in him lifted at the sight of her. “can i help you with something, miss...?”

[mcrcki]

being an only child, emma always had the weight of her family’s bloodline on her shoulders. she understood that she needed to follow along with whatever arrangement her parents set up with another pure blood family, and when her engagement started, emma couldn’t deny she was relieved it was amycus. they got along well enough, a comfortable understanding between the two of them, no loyalty to anything other than the continuation of their lines. that was enough for her, just being friends with him, to have that mutual respect. of course she found alecto first, but figured amycus couldn’t be too far behind. there was a relief at seeing him here, another ally, another safety blanket. “hey--” she moved to his side, a hand reaching up to rest on his arm. “you’re safe. not that i’m surprised.”

( @irresistiibles​ for amycus carrow )