8. Bare
Disclaimer: We've been over this. I don't own Harry Potter. JKR does.
AN: I always wondered why the Carrow's were so mean to the children of Hogwarts (except they're Death Eaters and evil gits...) But I like to go deeper than that. Every bad and good move has a reason: and this is mine for the evilness of the one and only Alecto Carrow.
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"Crucio!"
Alecto Carrow watched the Longbottom boy. He was screaming.
She forced a sneering smile on her face, to mirror her brother Amycus'. When she finally lifted the spell she watched him unsteadily get to his feet and then fall back down again, letting out an involuntary gasp of pain.
Pain.
She remembered her very first Crucio. Given to her by the Dark Lord himself.
Her Dark Mark tingled just thinking about it.
The Pain.
Hundreds, Thousands, Hundreds of Thousands of white hot butcher's knives attacking every spot on her body. She had begged for death. Kill Me Now. Kill Me Now.
But he hadn't.
He had placed the Dark Mark on her pale skin.
It Burned.
She watched him stumble to his feet, send one hate-filled look at her and walked (limping) out of the Dungeons.
She remembered Frank and Alice.
Alice had been one of her best friends.
Her Only Friend.
Then Alice had gotten pregnant.
She had ran in.
Screaming in delight.
I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant I'm Pregnant.
Alice was Pregnant.
She had screamed too.
Screamed in ecstasy for her friend.
Really? That's amazing! That's Brilliant! Fantastic!
Then...
Eight Months later.
She had been crying.
Alice... Alice... Please Help... ALICE... I'm... I'm... I'm...
Barren.
She was barren.
Alice had held her.
Shhh... shhh... shhh...
But when Neville was born. Neville Longbottom.
The child she could never and would never have.
So she turned to the Dark Lord.
Now... Alice was Mad.
Mad. Alice.
She was crucio-ing Neville.
Mad Alice's son.
And inside she was Barren.
Bare for all to see.
