amycus_carrow

Letter is only be delivered to Alecto at the time of my death.

Dearest sister,

If you are reading this then I have died either out of duty to our Dark Lord, or because of old age. Regardless of what events led to my death, I wish to let you know that I have left you well taken care of. The family home and everything I have acquired over the years belong to you now. With the exception of package in the vault for Severus.

We have endured many adventures together, Alecto. From the time you drew your first breath, I knew that my life would never be the same. At that moment, there was one person in the world whose safety I would protect over my own. Which is why I assume you receive this letter. I can not imagine a situation where I would outlive you.

I can not imagine a situation where I would be able to live without you.

Trust yourself over all others. That is the lesson I have wished to bestow upon you. I trust in our Dark Lord, but there is no one I trust in more than you. We are the last of our line, and we have done our family proud. I go to death knowing that I have lived a good life, and I do not fear the end. I only wish that you will be taken care of.

My fondest memories will always be of you.

Yours,

Amycus

Dearest Luna,

The final task is just around the corner, Love. I'm sure by now you have come to the realization that this will not end well for your two champions. You're a clever girl, aren't you Luna? You're the eagle after all. I've pondered if writing you is the best course of action, but you're a brave one. I saw that in you when you came rushing in to rescue the boy.

Your boyfriends are strong. You are strong. There is no reason that you need to be the only survivor of this tournament. I'm going to offer you a chance to save your badger. Listen very carefully because this is the only chance you'll have.

Potter is destined for things that even he does not understand. You can not help him or remove him from his path. Cedric is there for you to save. Salvage what you can, and be grateful for this chance, Love.

I will send you a potion the day before the tournament. You are to slip it to Cedric after dinner. It's a slow acting potion. It is absolutely important you slip it to him after dinner. At the beginning the task, he will take ill and be disqualified. No one will know you did it. The moment he leaves the field and is sent to Poppy you will know that you managed to save one. It will be our secret.

-Amycus Carrow

The time is drawing near to finish Potter for good. Amycus listens to his master's wishes, and carries out his master's orders. He is one of the faithful. His beloved sister, Alecto, is also one of the faithful. They will be among the few who are rewarded for their loyalty. The time for the reward is drawing near.

Fear is crackling in the air around Hogwarts. Amycus has systematically torn Potter's entire support group apart. Cedric fears him. Luna must wonder if she will be next. He broke the wolf. He angered the guardian. He's driven wedges between Potter and everyone he loves and trusts. The boy is nearly ready to face The Dark Lord. The time for him to make his last stand draws near.

Amycus knows when of course. It's a secret. The one that Potter and his friends and family are so desperate to figure out. When will he strike next? What will he do next? Who will he target next? The fear and anticipation rolls off them in waves, and Amycus delights in it. There is power in knowing that you are feared and hated. There is power in knowing that you control so much, and that soon you will make their nightmares become reality.

001 Arabia	002 Greece	003 Japan	004 Rome	005 Russia
006 Alchemist	007 Bodyguard	008 Caveman	009 Concubine	010 Criminal
011 Explorer	012 Hunter	013 Merchant	014 Native	015 Nomad
016 Pirate	017 Priest	018 Royalty	019 Scholar	020 Sheik
021 Sheriff	022 Warrior	023 Castle	024 City	025 Desert
026 Jungle	027 Market Place	028 Museum	029 Palace	030 Sea
031 Slave Auction	032 Snow	033 Colonial	034 Depression	035 Gold Rush
036 Industrial Age	037 Jazz Age	038 Wartime	039 Clan	040 Conquest
041 Gun	042 Hawk	043 Music	044 Oracle	045 Plague
046 Sacrifice	047 Stage	048 Sword	049 Tribe	050 Wealth

Feared of course. Respect means so very little to people when push comes to shove. You'd be surprised what people will do to the ones they respect if it's their neck on the line versus the other. They will turn on them. They will spill their secrets. They will betray them. They'll do whatever they can so they can survive. Respect can be nice, sure, but at the end of the day it will get you very little.

Ah, but fear is something entirely else is it not? If someone fears you they are less likely to turn on you when their back is against the wall. If they fear you they are likely to sell out everyone they know and love just to tell you what you want to hear. Fear is power. Fear is motivational. Fear is how you know you will be the one who survives. You'll be the last one standing.

I respect a great many people, but fear is not something I give freely. I doubt many truly respect me, but many can not truthfully say they do not fear me. I believe, when all is said and done, I am the one who has the true power. You can keep your respect. I'll see you in your nightmares.

Time does nothing to heal the best wounds. You can physically damage a person, and they'll heal up all right. They may have a scar or two, or possibly if you're really good with your work a dozen or more. However the scars are just a tiny little reminder of the lesson taught. The physical wounds, that is not the stuff that lingers. That is not what really makes a person wake up screaming in a fit of terror after a nightmare.

No, the real wounds, the ones that remain untouched by time, that is the emotional impact you put on someone. It takes more time. More skill. You have to study your pupil. Learn what makes them tick. Find out what they fear and what they cherish. Convert each until they become like the other. What you fear is what you need to get you by. What you cherish is what makes you wake up screaming at night.

Break a man, a child, a woman, a beast, properly and they will never be able to completely heal. Give them a lifetime of pain, and it will make no true difference.

Doubt me? Just ask Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, and Remus Lupin.

Amycus selects a Gryffindor red bottle to store the selected memories that he plans to send to one Professor Sirius Black. The silver swirls into the bottle as Amy whistles a happy tune. He likes to leave a lasting impression. Perhaps he would have hung on to this particular set of memories if he didn't have chunks of flesh torn away thanks to the mongrel.

If he had his way he would have taken the beast out. His master wishes for it to remain alive. It serves a purpose, Amycus. That is what the Dark Lord says. As his most faithful how could Amycus argue his point? Instead he decides to get his revenge this way.

Once the bottle has been wrapped in a Gryffindor gold bow, he attaches it along with a note to an owl. It's a bad thing to do. A horribly despicable thing. Oh well, since when is Amycus ever not up to no good? He does enjoy his fun after all.

The note is charmed for Sirius Black's eyes only. It reads:

Professor Black,

I thought you might find this educational. I do believe you were late for the show, and I do know how disappointing it is to hear other's accounts of what exactly happened. If my guess is correct I'd wager both your son and friend have kept most of the details to themselves anyway.

Enjoy the gift. I'll be seeing you soon. Do give my regards to Harry, Lupin and Cedric. I personally can't wait to meet Miss Lovegood in person.

-Amycus Carrow

The owl takes off and Amy smiles. Sometimes he truly loves his work.