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Who? Amycus Carrow
What? You'd think a guy like Carrow would know better than to trust a spy.
When? Before, During and After his toys get taken away. :(
Title: Feel Alive
Rating:PG 14ish I suppose cause ya know cellar, memories, fun games with marauders...what?
Author's Note: Amycus only feels alive as he pushes someone closer to death.
"The trick you see, Severus," Amycus had said during one of those very first lessons. Back when he was the instructor and Severus was an eager pupil. Black eyes fixated on the way that Amycus brought the blade down across bruised flesh. The way his hand was so relaxed as he spoke those curses as if he was singing along with an Opera. "The trick is to make them wish for death, yet you don't want to give it to them." He paused in this lesson and used the tip of his knife's blade to lift the weary head of the mudblood that was tied to the chair. Jacob. The boy's name had been Jacob and his eyes were the exact color brown of Carrow's favorite pair of boots. "Do you wish to die, Lad?" He'd crooned the question you see. Asked it in a gentle tone of voice as he stared so deep into those brown eyes. The boy was in his twenties. He looked younger by the time Amycus was done with him.
"Please."
A smile. He loved when they wanted to die. "Right then, tell me what it is I wish to know. Where are your parents?"
It was ten hours later before they had an address. He didn't use the killing curse. The blade across the boy's throat did the trick just as well. It also made it look like anyone could have did this. All roads did not point direct back to the wizarding community.
"Did you get all that, Severus? I'm sure you did. You're a bright lad aren't you? A drink then to celebrate and then on to the parents."
Those were the good old days. Back before Severus was torn away with dividing loyalties. Truth be told, Amycus wasn't sure he ever truly could forgive his master for killing that mudblood bitch that Severus fancied. Sure she stood for everything they detested, but the boy loved her. It would have made more sense to spare her, kill her husband, and force her to believe that she and boy would only be safe in Sev's care. Then his master could have controlled the boy. Ah, but what can you do? Hindsight and all that rot. Not like Amycus was the type to tell their master how to run things. He did his job and he did it well.
When Snape expressed disappointment that he hadn't been invited to play with Black and Potter, Amycus wasn't suspicious. After all, he knew Severus well. He knew that the man hated Potter sr. He wasn't even all that surprised when Severus looked a bit peaky upon entering the room. He'd been out of the hands on approach for some time. Grown a bit soft and all that rot.
Not to mention, he probably associated the father with the son more than the son with the father at this point. Couldn't blame him for getting attached to the kid. Had the bitch's eyes didn't he? Love could make you feel stupid things.
Amycus was relieved that it had never took hold of him.
He drank the gift that Severus offered him. Told him the tales of what he had done. Explicit detail you see. Told him the screams. Watched as dark eyes revealed nothing as he explained about the memories sent to the boy.
It wasn't a test. Amycus just liked to discuss his work. Especially with someone like Severus who could appreciate the art that Amycus made it.
"Not sure Black will hold on much longer. Been hard on him, harder than I usually am, but he's tough to break. Had all those years in Azkaban and never properly broken. Can you imagine that? Look how many of our boys broke after less than a year." He sipped the liquor and enjoyed the way it burned.
"You're pleased with him." Severus had said. Such a smart guy he was. He didn't need to make it a question; he knew that Amycus was pleased.
"He might be the best I ever had. The screams, Merlin, Severus, the screams were glorious. Got him so twisted up inside he turned into a mutt and bit me." He laughed. "Intriguing really. Not sure he knows if he is man or dog now. If I laid off a bit, let him rest, kept him in the chains for awhile I could properly teach him to properly fetch my slippers, but not time for all that. If he won't talk, might as well use his death to inspire the kid to save his father."
He should have known he revealed too much. But he never suspected his dear friend, his old pupil, to betray him. So he followed Severus into the room to show him his art up close and personal. Watched with delight as Severus rammed the cattle prod into James Potter. Smirked as he checked on Black.
Didn't see Draco or that spell coming. The pain hit him out of the blue and he was out like a light. When he woke up he woke up to Severus Snape's words. That vital question:
"What are you going to tell the Dark Lord?"
"The truth of course. They escaped, but they're broken. The chosen one is close to it as well. Suppose I'll have to be careful with who I take next. Maybe the wife. I think I have a better chance at making her sing properly now that she's a mother." There was a smirk. No fear of what his master could do to him. Death? Why Death was mercy. Pain? It was a lesson. His master was free to use him as he wished, but the fact remained, Amycus Carrow brought about results and left a lasting impression.
The ones who lived to tell about it were much worse off than the ones who died.
What? You'd think a guy like Carrow would know better than to trust a spy.
When? Before, During and After his toys get taken away. :(
Title: Feel Alive
Rating:PG 14ish I suppose cause ya know cellar, memories, fun games with marauders...what?
Author's Note: Amycus only feels alive as he pushes someone closer to death.
"The trick you see, Severus," Amycus had said during one of those very first lessons. Back when he was the instructor and Severus was an eager pupil. Black eyes fixated on the way that Amycus brought the blade down across bruised flesh. The way his hand was so relaxed as he spoke those curses as if he was singing along with an Opera. "The trick is to make them wish for death, yet you don't want to give it to them." He paused in this lesson and used the tip of his knife's blade to lift the weary head of the mudblood that was tied to the chair. Jacob. The boy's name had been Jacob and his eyes were the exact color brown of Carrow's favorite pair of boots. "Do you wish to die, Lad?" He'd crooned the question you see. Asked it in a gentle tone of voice as he stared so deep into those brown eyes. The boy was in his twenties. He looked younger by the time Amycus was done with him.
"Please."
A smile. He loved when they wanted to die. "Right then, tell me what it is I wish to know. Where are your parents?"
It was ten hours later before they had an address. He didn't use the killing curse. The blade across the boy's throat did the trick just as well. It also made it look like anyone could have did this. All roads did not point direct back to the wizarding community.
"Did you get all that, Severus? I'm sure you did. You're a bright lad aren't you? A drink then to celebrate and then on to the parents."
Those were the good old days. Back before Severus was torn away with dividing loyalties. Truth be told, Amycus wasn't sure he ever truly could forgive his master for killing that mudblood bitch that Severus fancied. Sure she stood for everything they detested, but the boy loved her. It would have made more sense to spare her, kill her husband, and force her to believe that she and boy would only be safe in Sev's care. Then his master could have controlled the boy. Ah, but what can you do? Hindsight and all that rot. Not like Amycus was the type to tell their master how to run things. He did his job and he did it well.
When Snape expressed disappointment that he hadn't been invited to play with Black and Potter, Amycus wasn't suspicious. After all, he knew Severus well. He knew that the man hated Potter sr. He wasn't even all that surprised when Severus looked a bit peaky upon entering the room. He'd been out of the hands on approach for some time. Grown a bit soft and all that rot.
Not to mention, he probably associated the father with the son more than the son with the father at this point. Couldn't blame him for getting attached to the kid. Had the bitch's eyes didn't he? Love could make you feel stupid things.
Amycus was relieved that it had never took hold of him.
He drank the gift that Severus offered him. Told him the tales of what he had done. Explicit detail you see. Told him the screams. Watched as dark eyes revealed nothing as he explained about the memories sent to the boy.
It wasn't a test. Amycus just liked to discuss his work. Especially with someone like Severus who could appreciate the art that Amycus made it.
"Not sure Black will hold on much longer. Been hard on him, harder than I usually am, but he's tough to break. Had all those years in Azkaban and never properly broken. Can you imagine that? Look how many of our boys broke after less than a year." He sipped the liquor and enjoyed the way it burned.
"You're pleased with him." Severus had said. Such a smart guy he was. He didn't need to make it a question; he knew that Amycus was pleased.
"He might be the best I ever had. The screams, Merlin, Severus, the screams were glorious. Got him so twisted up inside he turned into a mutt and bit me." He laughed. "Intriguing really. Not sure he knows if he is man or dog now. If I laid off a bit, let him rest, kept him in the chains for awhile I could properly teach him to properly fetch my slippers, but not time for all that. If he won't talk, might as well use his death to inspire the kid to save his father."
He should have known he revealed too much. But he never suspected his dear friend, his old pupil, to betray him. So he followed Severus into the room to show him his art up close and personal. Watched with delight as Severus rammed the cattle prod into James Potter. Smirked as he checked on Black.
Didn't see Draco or that spell coming. The pain hit him out of the blue and he was out like a light. When he woke up he woke up to Severus Snape's words. That vital question:
"What are you going to tell the Dark Lord?"
"The truth of course. They escaped, but they're broken. The chosen one is close to it as well. Suppose I'll have to be careful with who I take next. Maybe the wife. I think I have a better chance at making her sing properly now that she's a mother." There was a smirk. No fear of what his master could do to him. Death? Why Death was mercy. Pain? It was a lesson. His master was free to use him as he wished, but the fact remained, Amycus Carrow brought about results and left a lasting impression.
The ones who lived to tell about it were much worse off than the ones who died.