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Amaria quickly stood about to step away as she heard Amycus speak, she knew that it wasn’t right to engage in conversation with Amycus right then, especially in front of Gabrielle… She couldn’t face it just then, not yet a least, the fear filled her too much of what his reaction would be and whether or not he would attempt to take Gabrielle away from her. After all, the memory of Amycus’ mansion still filled her memory as she knew that he was in fact powerful and rich as well.

“No.. Amycus…” Amaria began before she looked down to their little girl who clung to her leg worriedly, after all she had no idea what Amycus truly meant to her. “I know who you are Amycus, we met a few years ago in the Leaky Cauldron one night. I apologise for bumping into you right now it was a complete accident. However I am glad to have bumped into you, but I’m afraid we must be off but if you would like to meet up some time please do not be afraid to send me an owl if you have any questions-” Her eyes flickered towards Gabrielle, “for me to answer for you.” She spoke quickly before turning with Gabrielle as they left the shop hurriedly. 

Amycus was utterly left baffled. In a moment, she had been there and suddenly, she was gone with the little child. No, it couldn’t be his...surely? No, he was always careful and unwanted pregnancies were dealt with as soon as he was aware of it. It took him a few minutes to realise that he was still standing in Flourish and Blotts, awaiting to pay his new magical book for his father. If his father knew, then he would be in rather big trouble, especially with his sister. No, he would investigate this himself, he briefly knew her name so he could track her down anyhow. Naturally, he went home to his father, and it wasn’t until late that night that he sat down at his own desk to compose an owl. Carefully, he picked the quill and scribbled with the fresh ink onto the parchment:

Dear Amaria,

I would like to discuss what happened earlier in Flourish Blotts considering your daughter. You mentioned how one night we perhaps met in the Leaky Cauldron on a drunken night, and perhaps we something. I would rather like you to clarify this, as you look nervous. This is not about us, it's about our daughter.

It felt rather weird to acknowledge his potential daughter. It was that warm fuzzy feeling that left him startled, but she knew something that he didn’t, and that rather concerned him. Nothing went past Amycus Carrow. His owl took the parchment as he handed it to his pet before it flew off into the night. For a moment, he pondered about the possibility before moving across the room to get himself a drink.

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Amaria listened to him, he was right this connection was dangerous but even if they ended it… it wasn’t going to be a guarantee for their safety… her safety. Amaria was in danger, from both sides now and their wasn’t a definite answer of what she should do. Looking to Amycus she leant close kissing him softly, a sweet loving kiss, almost like a goodbye.

“The imperious curse…. use it on me… say in anticipation for the dark lords return you imperioused me as a way to get to Minerva…” she spoke, she was determined looking to him. “Please.”

“An imperious curse? Are you crazy?” Amycus’ eyes widened a little, there was no way he could do it on her. Besides, she would be known to the Dark Lord, he had to admit that he wasn’t a good liar, he didn’t want to put them both in danger. “We will work something out,” he promised, “I don’t know when, or how.” His hand went up to her hair, stroking before he planted a kiss on the blonde ends. “It could be weeks, even, but I’ll make sure to owl  you. I promise.”

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Amycus grumbled as she raised her voice. He couldn’t do anything right. He was only thinking of their daughter from years to come, and if they had more children, they didn’t want to be picked on or be jeered by the Gryffindors. Oh yes, how he had high hopes of Gabrielle being a Slytherin. It made his blood boil that Potter’s family would walk free, that his children will be constantly reminded that he defeated the Dark Lord. With a shift move of the bed, he walked out of the room to summon his jacket. At least he wasn’t a muggle, he reminded himself that things could be a lot worse. He wasn’t going to sit around to listen to her friends happiness. His friends were all dead. Or souless from the Dementors Kiss. Despite being afraid of the Dark ord, he rooted for him, he wanted to be the free leader of the wizarding world. “I am going out for a drink, if that’s fine with you.”he replied coldly, “In fact, I’ll get some dinner there. At least there will be no nagging wife!”  

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Amaria moved close to him, it was automatic action for her body nowadays, she was automatically drawn to be close to him. Staring she listened to him intently as she held her wands summoning two glasses of whisky, they were both certainly going to be needing it. She placed a glass into his hand as she looked to him.

“Amycus… I don’t want to loose you.” She spoke softly, it was true, she couldn’t loose him and she hated being apart from him. Leaning she kissed his tentatively before pulling away and taking a sip of her whiskey. “I love you too though.” She murmured while the edges of her lips quirked, he rarely vocalised that he loved her. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Amycus did not hesitate on taking the whiskey off the woman that he loved so dear to his heart. He was about to speak until she felt the touch of her lips on his own, he was relieved to feel the kiss  that was so familiar. “I’m afraid not.” he spoke, downing his whiskey before standing up gain to pace the living room. “He will probably know about us...the Dark Lord possess the ability to read our minds, our thoughts and feelings. How would he feel if he found out that I was in love with Minerva McGonagall’ s daughter?” he frowned. “I don’t want anything happening to anyone. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Amycus recalled how angry he was at Lucius for not finding him, but it seemed that rat of Peter Pettigrew was forgiven with that idamn silver hand of his. 

“I can’t speak for much longer...but...what shall we do?” He knew he was on a time limit with his twin sister, as there would be a meeting shortly. 

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Amaria heard the crack of someone apparating outside the house, she just arrived about to close the door when she heard. Fear filled her as she had no idea who or what side there would be, the order who would crucify her when they found out her relationship or the dark lord and his disciples who would kill her due to her relationship with members of the order.

Withdrawing her wand she cautiously opened the door before she saw Amycus and gasped moving towards him carefully. Closing the door behind him as he had barged in. “Amycus…” she breathed cautiously moving to kiss him deeply before they settled together on the sofa. “What happened!? Are oh okay?” There was definitely a sense of panic in her voice as she looked to him.

“I’m fine,” Amycus said straight away, holding his hand up to tell her to calm down, resting against the fabric of the sofa sighing with his hands in his head. How would they, as a couple, meant to survive this? “I think it would be unfair to state that I was fine, but in reality....” he stuttered but he did not continue. Possibly, for the firs time in his entire life that he considered someone else’s feelings in this whole involvement. There was always this kind of hope that the Dark Lord would return, but it was always an inner fear that the would. It was a mixed response for definite. 

“He’s back, Amaria. I don’t want to say too much as I know...your family is in the Order. He was so angry at all of us, he tried to kill the Potter boy but he failed yet again unfortunately...” he was afraid to talk ill of his master, simply because he knew he could read minds. He took a breath, “Amaria...perhaps, while this is going on, we shouldn’t be together. It will be risky for the both of us.” He was quite stubborn in his choices. “It doesn’t mean I love you any less, but this will be getting serious.”

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Amaria rushed to the window in order to open it, reaching to take the note she read t quickly, she was frustrated by how vague it was and seriously considered to rush off towards his manor but she knew there was no point. She and Amycus had been together on and off for so long now that she knew that it was best for her to stay where she was and wait for him to come to her.

For a whole week she was worried, but managed to get through it working each day at Mungos until she was run to the bone, it was how she was able to cope. The world was now in uproar with rumours to whether or not the Dark Lord was alive or not, whether Harry Potter and Dumbledore were liars or not causing trouble were there was no need. Amaria knew though, he was back, she gone to Severus Snape begging him to tell her if it was true in which he confirmed…

What was worse was now the conflict, Dumbledore had rejoined the Order of the Phoenix, her mother had joined and now she was in the middle. To choose a side, a choice she didn’t want and instead she told them straight she wanted no part, she was a healer and would not take part in this war… She couldn’t.

Now it was a dark evening, rather late but it had been a week… He would come, she knew that he would but she was scared. Standing beside the window she had long discarded her Healer Uniform opting for blouse and long skirt as she waited. She needed him, just him in those moments.

It was perhaps the worst decisions to stay behind as their Master had repeatedly tortured them day and night to his entertainment, but they did not cry with their teeth digging into their teeth, feeling regretful that they did not search harder or earlier. It was amusing, however, that the Ministry were hesitant to believe Professor Dumbledore and the infamous Harry Potter about the Dark Lord's return. Of course, the Ministry officials had visited the homes of the ex-murderers, but none of them was home. It seemed that they had fled in fear of the Dark Lord's return, according to the Ministry which made them more hesitant to believe that he was actually back.  It enraged him when their Master chose to forgive Severus Snape, there was something nagging at the back of his mind that he was NOT to be trusted, but alas, the Dark Lord trusted him....however, Amycus did not verbally communicate this.

It was exhilarating, despite the pain that they had a chance to rebuild this wizarding world that was so precious to them but they had to lay low as the Dark Lord wanted a prophecy, a prophecy that destined his downfall all them years ago, but it was at the Ministry of Magic, somewhere. It was frustrating to see the unbelievers faces to mock the Dark Lord's return, and he could feel that his sister was frustrated, too. Excitement built the air between the few Death Eaters as some of them were still in Azkaban. A war was brewing, there was excitement. So many families had their price to pay, it was exhilarating to see that they would finally get it very soon. 

Amaria was on his mind but he couldn't let the Dark Lord know as she would be in danger from all of this. In the deep dark chest of his soul, he wanted her safe from all of this but there was a price to pay in the end: the woman he was growing to love, or power? It took him and Alecto a dreadful and weary week to recover from their injuries, but they were relieved to be in the Dark Lord's 'good books' yet again. Yet again, he escaped death. The question was.....why? Obviously, the answer that was sheer luck. By news, the so-called Dumbledore's organisation 'DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY,' was rebuilding itself, chuckling. It would not last. After all, he and the rest of the Death Eaters had almost wiped out the entire very first members of the Order including Lily and James Potter. 

Out of nowhere, he had disapparated outside of the house. He saw her, his lips quirked ever so lightly, but he rushed in quickly, not wanting to cause a fuss of a scene especially after he knew that the Order would be spying on its family members for their safety. “Amaria....”

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Amycus had a thing for sleeping around, but carefully. He knew that there were risks, and he had made sure that every woman was protected, and so was he. A relationship didn’t suit him, he assumed he would be better off alone, alone. He only needed his sister, Alecto, but they weren’t so close anymore. All he had to do was to wait until his father would die, then he would inherit what was rightly his, still, he didn’t want to wait around ,he wanted to speed the time up quite rightly. There was a time, however, that he had a memorable night with a blonde, but he couldn’t remember her name, which was a shame. Dolohov kept him going about this, and he was lucky that he was his friend, other wise he would kill for him to shut the hell up.

It was one autumn day, and he was in Diagon Alley in Flourish and Blotts to get some books to read for his dying father. What he didn’t expect, however, was that a body would crash into his own, and he was about to retort angrily, but he was caught off guard with the many people around them. “It’s me?” he looked confused, and he stood up feeling a sharp pain in his leg, wincing. It took him a moment to gather up before looking at her with a raised eyebrow but before he was able to speak, he saw the little girl. What caught him more off guard was that the fact the little girl looked like him, and his sister. It was disturbing, and he finally understood what she meant. His mouth was hanging open a little. “I am quite shocked, about all of this.” he spoke quietly. “I want to know the reason why you said ‘it’s you’ and no lies. Do you not know who I am?”

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Amaria was laughing as she was out with her friends, they finished school, no more exams for now and everything was wonderful and so they’d decided to go and celebrate of course. It was rare that Amaria had been able to get dressed up and being able to relax with her friends and forget the world around her. She been able to do her hair in tamed curls with some pinned up while wearing a blue dress which went to her knees. She was having fun and that was all what had mattered then…

The next morning however, she woken up in bed with a man whom she met, it had only meant to be some fun so she got up and left without much thought… It was five years later when she was thinking about this while having her morning cup of tea. Soon after the one night stand she found out she was pregnant, she couldn’t go and find the guy after all, she only knew his first name and perhaps he wouldn’t have cared. 

Looking over onto the sofa she smiled seeing her little girl asleep. Although it was hard, especially when she was doing her healer training exams and such, her little girl was her world and she wouldn’t have changed it for anything. Today they were going out to Diagon Alley to have a look around and do same shopping. Waking Gabby up and dressing her they were soon off and moved into Flourish and Blotts, they been there a while when Gabrielle tripped and fell onto a pile of books which knocked Amaria off her feet and onto a man causing them both to come crashing to the floor.

“Oh I am so sorry! My daughter she knocked over the books I’m sorry!” She commented starting to get up when she looked to him, eye growing wide. “It’s you!” She spoke in a whisper clear she was surprised just as when Gabrielle came over. “Mama! I’m sorry!”

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Somehow, he wasn’t listening, he was too focused on the memories that revolved around in Azkaban and how that his life was changed by the Dementors. It was depressing and he didn’t like that. His hands covered his face as she talked on, on about Vicki and their lives. It was oh so happy, and he envied that but he didn’t see being happy with the world without Lord Voldemort. He sat up but he seemed to be dead, and not alive. It was a hard thing, and he needed space. “No.” he spoke bluntly, not wanting to attract attention to himself but it seemed to be a failure because he had let his tongue slip and snapped. “I don’t want any dinner, Amaria. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to live. You deserve better and so does Gabrielle. There’s no point even denying it. I want Gabrielle’s second name changed because I don’t want her known as a Carrow, she was get abuse for it.” 

A Warm Return

Amaria looked to her husband as she stroked her daughters’ hair while sipping her tea, watching carefully. It was hard, her heart broke seeing how her husband was and it made her wonder… Where had he gone and could she get him back. She remembered, when they renewed their vows, found out she was pregnant, she remembered how they used to be for almost three years before 1998… She missed it.

“Vicky…” She started carefully not wishing to upset him while she spoke choosing her words carefully and thoughtfully. “She reached out to me a year ago, she’d gotten married and had twins and well I guess we started working on our friendship and Gabrielle enjoys seeing Auntie Vic and her friends…” She murmured moving to stand going over to him holding a strong coffee… Year before it was how she greeted him in the morning, a nice strong coffee just how he liked it. “Perhaps tonight we could have something nice, a steak perhaps?” She spoke thoughtfully remembering their first date and how it was the first meal they ate together; before they made love to one another for the first time as well.

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“And what is that supposed to be mean...?” There was a little smirk on his face.

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“Do you really intend to annoy me?” Amycus replied shortly as he watched her leaning close to him. There was a visible smirk on his lips when she was leaning into him even more, he pulled her closer closing his lips on hers, closing his eyes as he deepened the kiss immediately, not giving her a chance to respond to his actions. Suddenly, he pulled back licking his lips slightly before stepping backwards, his eyebrows raising. “Now, now, shouldn’t you be polite and show me?”

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Listening, she wondered if perhaps he just didn’t even want anyone to be close to him. Was it his defence to ensure that no one got too close to him. She enjoyed the idea of danger but knew she shouldn’t allow et self to get too close, after all it could simply be a casual thing.

Amaria moved standing up as he walked around her, it was slightly unnerving but she knew that’s what he was aiming for and smirked herself looking I him. Leaning forward she rested her hand on his shoulders leaning close to him thoughtfully and wondering. “And where exactly Mr Amycus Carrow do you see those talents to be?” She murmured her lips dancing lightly across his own.

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Amycus rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. A few months back, it was the Azkaban prison cell ceiling. His father and mother had died because of the stress inflicted during the Second Wizarding War. It was amusing how they died a somewhat muggle death, he assumed that the Order and the Ministry saw them as a threat, and he knew how proud his parents were. At least they didn’t die without a fight. In fact this has been the first time that he had thought of his parents after a blazing row. His mother had turned sides, to favour Harry Potter. He was enraged with anger. He had been brainwashed as a child, to admire the Dark Lord.  “It’s funny how everything has turned out, because the Dark Lord decided to hide his souls at the sole of Hogwarts. It’s obvious now why he wasn’t a Ravenclaw.” he snorted, “But instead a Slytherin.”

It was getting later in the day, and he didn’t want to provoke a fight. It was a struggle, every day. The sun shone so bright, so happy to see the threat over. The place would be full of muggleborns and blood traitors. It was too much for Amycus to cope with, he was battling with his thoughts everyday. He got up from the bed, feeling his teeth rot away due to neglect. Ah, he was going to die somehow anyway. He filled his glass with Firewhiskey and he downed it, feeling the burning sensation. He had the drink so long ago. On News Years Eve. At Malfoy Manor, with the Dark Lord. They were cheering, and laughing looking forward. 1998 was going to be the year....the year Potter died. There were so many promises, Amycus was looking forward to becoming a father. Now, he was a released Azkaban prisoner. He hated himself, he hated himself. He didn’t deserve to live. His family was dead. His friend was dead. 

“Vicky?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re still....socialising with her?”

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Amaria’s heart was breaking, she saw her husband and how he was now. He was not the man she once knew but she knew that she really wanted to work at saving him and showing him that although his old life was gone that there could still be some light. Looking. To him as he held his daughter to avoid her falling off the bed she smiled warmly as she could see that little girl already adored him. Gabrielle leant forward grabbing two slices of toast, taking a bite of her own while holding up the other in Amycus’ face for him to munch on.

Moving she sat on the bed and smiled picking up her cup of tea and taking a sip. “I know…” She murmured looking to him for a few seconds before looking back to the toast. She knew him, she knew when he didn’t sleep and when he did.

For a few moments there was silence before Gabrielle broke it. “Auntie Vick?” She questioned looking to her mother whom smiled and nodded. “Yes your going to Auntie Vickis tonight as normal.”

It been a routine for years since Amycus went to Azkaban that Gabrielle would go to Vicki’s, a close friend of Amaria’s. Sleeping over to give Amaria a night off but also so Gabrielle could see some children her age also. Since Gabrielle was away it meant that Amycus and Amaria would have the evening together, to be able to talk and spend time with one another.

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It was quite amusing for Amycus to watch the Malfoy's have their internal problems. Personally, he never liked the Malfoy's. He saw as them as over achievers, too many people wanting to be like them whereas the Carrows would watch afar. He hadn't heard from his sister, and it was getting quite worrying that she was not in contact. He knew by rumour that he was going to be arrested shortly, but that was Cygnus plan. Sometimes he pondered if he was drunk when he joined this little club of his, wanting to return the Dark Lord, to return him for good. It had worked before, sure, but that was because he was mortal, but ... surely, Cygnus had something? His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a knock at the door. He rose from his chair, walking over to the door gracefully opening it.

“Ah, Narcissa.” He said with a little smile on his lips. “How nice to see you. Not with Lucius, hmm?” His eyebrows rose as he stood aside to allow the troubled witch in. “Goblet wine?” he suggested as he walked into the dining room, pondering in thought summoning two goblets and his finest wine out of the cupboard.  “So, how are we this fine evening?” he cocked his head to the side, going over to his chair his finger inviting her to sit.

Narcissa hadn’t been very successful at this whole divorce stuff yet, she still couldn’t convince Lucius to sign the papers.  Although she now had her freedom back, she liked it, she could go where ever she liked and she didn’t have to tell anybody. She had decided that she would stay away from pubs because her drinking was not becoming a luxury but a hobby, which would give Lucius great pleasure in saying his ex wife is an alcoholic. 

If she couldn’t go to the pub and make friends that meant she was going to have to go her actual fiends and acquaintances houses. She decided to start with Amycus. Her father had never cared much for the Carrows, he always saw them as lower class, Narcissa on the other hand enjoyed Amycus’ company. She found him interesting and somewhat intelligent. Perhaps she was blinded by the fact he had time for her, whereas Lucius did not. 

She arrived at Carrow Manor and knocked the door. “Amycus?” She Called.

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