Title: The Dementors' Princess
Chapter: II. Weak
Fandom: 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 for violence, wizard cursing, suicidal thoughts, cutting, abuse and dark themes
Pairings: Sirius/Alecto, Alecto/Sirius/Dorcas and hints of Lily/James, plus one-sided Bellatrix/Voldemort and Voldemort/Alecto.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, much to my dismay.
A/N: Hey! I know it's been a while, I've been busy and out of ideas. But, I'm going to push through this, because I really believe in this fan fiction. I've been making a trailer for it, and it's finished, but I need to switch something with the video, but I'll figure it out and let you guys know when it's posted. So, this chapter really shows Alecto's softer side and a little bit of why she is the way she is. So yeah. Enjoy! Read and review, please! Warning: This chapter contains cutting.
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The Dementors' Princess
Chapter II:
Weak
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Alecto followed the professor silently, dripping from head to toe. She felt stupid and moody. Her wrath was about to break loose the moment Professor McGonagall opened her large mouth.
But for now, she settled, as they walked through the grounds and into Hogwarts, to glare threateningly at anyone who dared to stare or conjure up a giggle. Tough Alecto would never take this. If she acted how she felt, people would laugh.
She followed Professor McGonagall sullenly and sat down with a plop as the teacher closed the door to her Charms classroom.
She sat down quietly and clasped her hands together on the table. "What is this about, Alecto?" her tone was soft, but still very prodding and, to Alecto, the fact that she was trying to understand just made the whole thing more frustrating.
Alecto bit her lip. "Nothing," she muttered.
"Swimming in the lake, which is against school rules, is most certainly not nothing," a vein was pulsing on the side of her forehead; this pleased the tough side of Alecto greatly.
McGonagall was pleading now. "Please, Alecto," her blue eyes that were usually sharp and fierce were pleading.
Alecto's anger rose quickly inside her chest. "It doesn't matter!" she stood, screaming the last word, making it echo through the empty Transfiguration classroom.
The professor looked down at some of the pages scattered before her. "I'm disappointed in you," she stared up at Alecto with placid eyes. "I expected so much more."
Alecto bit back tears as she pushed back her chair, making it scrape loudly against the stone. "You're not the only one."
Professor McGonagall was not bothered. "Alecto…does this have to do with something you'd like to discuss?"
Alecto pushed the tears in the eyelids backward. "No!" she screamed.
"Does this have to do with your father?" she was silent for a moment. "Or your mother, perhaps?" the last question was cautious and quiet, but knowing.
"Why should it matter? What do you care?!"
Before McGonagall could say more, Alecto ran out of the room.
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Alecto sped through the halls, ignoring the staring students. What am I, a freaking muggle zoo animal?
Outside, the sky was beginning to grow dark and, on the horizon, a storm was brewing. She pushed her legs, running hurriedly towards the Slytherin common room. The tears were coming quickly now, waiting to spill forth.
She bit her lip and ran through a group of Slytherins on their way to dinner in the Great Hall. She tried to pretend that Bellatrix Black, her arch enemy wasn't among them. But Bellatrix was not one to be invisible.
"Hey! Carrow!"
Alecto turned, not in the mood. "What, Black?"
Bellatrix smirked. "What cha crying for? Upset about mummy dear?"
Alecto could no longer take it. She strode forward and punched Bellatrix square in the face. Bella looked stunned for a moment and suddenly she was on the floor, out cold.
"Don't ever talk about my mother," Alecto said under her breath before walking away promptly.
She slid into the almost empty Slytherin common rooms without a fuss (though she thought she might get a jeer from Lucius Malfoy, who was placidly gathering his things before get off to the Great Hall).
She let the tears begin to fall as she rushed up to her room. Every lonely tear she brushed away quickly. She hated to cry. Her mother had always said that to cry was to be weak.
Alecto knew she was weak. But she didn't want to admit it.
She opened the door to her dorm and collapsed onto her bed. She stared out the window as the rain began to fall sadly and make tinkling noises against her window panes.
Alecto clutched her locket around her neck and sobbed hard. She let the tears trickle down her cheeks freely, pretending that she didn't care that she was crying. She tried not to remember her mother's angry and bitter words but they always came back.
"Crying won't solve anything, Alecto. It doesn't change a single thing. It's too close to failure. The more you cry, the weaker you are."
Alecto grabbed the knife that she hid under her pillow and slashed her wrist a few times for good measure. She's right. I can't prove her wrong. She let the pain seep in and bring more tears to her eyes as the blood began to run down her arm.
As far as she was concerned, Alecto was a failure and a weakling.
And that's all she ever thought she would be.
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Lewrahfanfics: Thanks so much! And yes, I will continue. I love this story, because it's really a story for me, with things I am struggling with and things that are on my mind, so I really hope that other people can find things that they're dealing with in this story too. Haha. Yeah. I wish. I hope. But, hey, we'll see, right?
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RougeOnFire: Hey friend! I know we haven't talked in a while. How've you been? Thank you, I think so too. I'm hoping that people will be able to relate to her. But, who knows. Yeah, that's understandable. But, you might need to. In any case, it's fine if you can't, because he's just as creepy and villainous, so yeah. Yep, will do. Yeah, perhaps. But, I guess we'll see. ;]
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Coming next week…
But suddenly, one face dissolved. She'd seen it many times before, but she never knew that it'd ever turned to look at her. Until now.
The face belonged to Sirius Black. He was handsome, perhaps and had dark, clever eyes. He had a cocky smile that made girls go weak at the knees. All girls except for Alecto, who always assumed she saw past his good looks and saw who he really was.
But now she wasn't so sure.
Maybe it was the look of sympathy in his eyes. Perhaps it was the way he bit his lip slightly and how his jaw tensed, making it seem as though he actually wanted to help.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. He left the crowd, looking back at her once. Their eyes locked and his dark green eyes said everything and nothing.