Title: The Dementors' Princess
Prologue: A Stormy Night
Category: Harry Potter
Author: MysticStoryteller
Summary: The true, tragic tale of Alecto Carrow, her love for Sirius, her hatred for Voldemort and the death that no one knew of.
Rating: T
Pairing: Sirius/Alecto, Alecto/Sirius/Dorcas and hints of James/Lily
Author's Notes: Hello everyone! So this is the Dementors Princess the true story of Alecto Carrow. Yes, it is Sirius/Alecto. Deal with it. Ahah. And I know it sounds strange, but it's really sweet once you get used to it. As for the length of this story, I expect it to be pretty short. Anywhere from ten to fifteen chapters. So, this is technically the prologue. You get to see a little bit of the Death Eaters, which you will get to see plenty more of later on. Well, that's all I can think of. Enjoy! Feed the craving author by hitting the lovely review button!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, sadly.
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The Dementors' Princess
Prologue: A Stormy Night
"For some, their first impulse, is to sink inside themselves
Letting their own pain and hurt bubble and boil inside.
All one must do is reach out and love unreservedly.
It can change the course of a person's life.
Forever."
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The lightning tore through the night, illuminating a cloaked figure staring out of the large window of a very large mansion. The figure smiled; he loved storms. Again, lightning flashed revealing the figure's dark smirk.
He was pleased, very pleased.
Leaving the window, he turned and strode towards a very large, sleek table. Around this table, were sitting several men and women, all dressed in black. They were few, but the man was proud of his small, humble following.
After all, there were many additions to make.
He sat at the head, and placed his hands on the surface. He allowed a small smirk to sweep over his face, making him look highly imposing.
For several moments, there was utter silence. The figure enjoyed feeling the almost tangible tension and fear in the room. He practically thrived from it.
One of his most loyal followers was the first to speak up. "M-my lord?" as usual, the young Lucius Malfoy held himself with an amount of pride that seemed to come with the Malfoy name. But he could tell that the man knew his place, at least here he seemed to.
The figure turned his head. "Yes, Lucius?" his voice was as cold and unforgiving as a chilling winter breeze, but as proud and smooth as velvet.
Malfoy took a shaky breath. "You-u wanted to see us for…a meeting, correct?"
"I did," he placed his hands together to make a sort of sinister steeple.
"What for, my liege?" asked another voice. This one belonged to the very young and dark Bellatrix Black, who, as of late, seemed to have developed feelings for her master. Although the feelings were unrequited, he liked her spirit and enjoyed toying with her feelings. Yet even still, she was a brave woman because she was one of the few who dared look him in the face.
"I would like to begin recruiting. After all, followers are needed to ensure my rise to power."
"But, my Lord Voldemort, are we not enough?" this was little Peter Pettigrew, the whiner. But Voldemort was surprised, considering Peter was not one to speak up.
But he was not pleased. Neither was Bellatrix, it seemed. "How dare you say his name!" she screamed, standing up and pointing at him accusingly.
Peter stood, his hands balled into fists. "I-I-"
Voldemort stopped him. He smirked slightly and motioned for them both to sit. "Now, for the reason we have all gathered. Do you have nominees for new recruits?"
"We do my lord," Bellatrix spoke up, wanting to be the center of attention. "I nominate Amycus Carrow. He is remarkably smart and devious for his age. He would be a perfect addition to the following and would make a wonderful spy."
"Indeed," Voldemort rubbed his chin, as if considering. "Anyone else?"
Luicus Malfoy spoke up next. "How about Narcissa Black?" this was to be expected; Luicus was hoping to catch Narcissa's eye. He would do anything to flaunt his status as a Death Eater.
"Perhaps," Voldemort did not elaborate. But his patience was beginning to wear thin.
Severus Snape, a clever but silent young man, raised his hand slightly. "Yes, Severus?" Voldemort knew who Snape would suggest; Snape was, after all, a very promising Death Eater.
"Why not Miss Alecto Carrow?" He slid a few faded photographs across the table and waited for the Dark Lord's reaction.
Voldemort flicked through the pictures. They were candid, and it was clear that the girl in the picture had no idea it was being taken.
The first picture showed a tall, thin girl with dark hair holding her first up to a large Gryffindor boy's face which wore an expression of sheer terror. The second showed her eating, hunched over a bowl. But the third was the most interesting. It showed Alecto alone in the dark, producing one of the most powerful curses in the Wizarding World:
The Avada Kedavera hex.
It was really quite impressive; a witch of her age would usually not of the courage or the skill to do such a thing. Although it was pointing to nothing, the green light was bright and strong.
Voldemort smiled and turned to face one of the windows.
"Bring me Alecto Carrow," he demanded.
