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A Lost Love
Alecto Carrow hadn't always been the cold hearted, cruel woman she was in the height of the wizarding war.
She hadn't always been the cruel woman who tortured the students during her time as Muggle Studies professor.
Not the ruthless death eater who attempted to turn the students against muggles.
Not the vindictive, heartless creature who hated all who were not pureblood.
No.
Before the wizarding wars, and the rise of Voldemort, she'd been someone quite different.
In her youth, she'd been different, and surely things would have been better if she could have stayed that person.
As a teenager, Alecto lived in a grand house with her brother and parents. The house was just outside a muggle village, and Aleto's father and mother drilled into he that she was under no circumstances to mix with the muggles - muggles were dirty - muggles were filthy - muggles were bad.
Alecto herself, couldn't see how muggles could be so bad.
It was the summer after her 5th year at Hogwarts when she met him.
She had ventured out into the village - a place she rarely ever went. She was in the bookshop when she met a rather nice looking young man who helped her find a book she was interested in. He told her his father owned the shop, and immediately she was on her guard - she couldn't do this. Talk to muggles? The family would kill her.
Despite fleeing soon after meeting him, Alecto returned to the shop the very next day. She spoke to him. He seemed nice. Maybe muggles weren't as bad as everyone said they were/ Maybe her family and her school friends were wrong.
Over the next week, she returned to the shop every day.
And for the week after that.
And the two weeks that followed that.
They spoke often, and she decided that he was a very nice young man. They spoke about all sorts, and she could almost be herself: well, herself without the magic talk, at least.
It was in the second week of their newfound friendship that he kissed her, and she kissed back. She liked it. She liked him.
When the time came for her to go back to Hogwarts, for her 6th year, she was head over heels for him.
He was under the impression that she was going to a boarding school far away - that ws what she told him, and it was true really, wasn't it?
But then she made the fatal error of telling him what she was.
He didn't like it. Magic didn't exist, he told her. She was a freak, he told her. Did she have some kind of mental problems, he asked. How could she even say that, he asked.
Hurt and shocked, she tried to prove it to him.
He called her a freak, and said he never wanted to even see her again.
That was the moment when she decided that he was not a nice boy at all. She should have stayed away form the village altogether. He was bad news, and surely all muggles were the same.
The family, and her friends, had been right.
Muggles were dirty. Muggles were filth. Muggles were bad.
