You killed what was left of the good in me -- 1993/4

I had just heard the news that Genevieve landed herself into Azkaban.  Now it was time to tell our little sister what had happened.  I found her reading an old volume of a series of books about some dangerous potions.  I smiled, pleased to see that her interests had darkened over the years.  "Alecto," I said to her, waiting until she marked her page in the book.  I did not want to deal wiht her wrath if she lost her page.  "I need to tell you something about Genevieve."

I looked up from my book, the quill I was using was brushing against my cheek with the peacock feather it had, and I sighed.  Marking my page, I set my quill on the parchment.  "What is it that you want, Amycus?" I asked him, my voice bored.  My brother just did not understand that interrupting me during my reading was never a wise idea.  He seemed worried and concerned, though, so I would listen to him instead of ignoring him like I usually did.

I had been the normal baby sister for year, and now I was trying to become my own person.  Amycus just had a difficult time understanding that.  He enjoyed torturing people whereas I enjoyed the other aspects of Dark magic.  There was far more to it than just torture.  Amycus just did not have the brains for that.

I sat down and looked at the youngest of the Carrows.  "Genevieve has killed that ungrateful husband of hers," I said to Alecto.  "However, in doing so, she has ended up in Azkaban."

I stared at Amycus as if he were lying.  But he would not lie about something like this.  "She killed Matthews?"  I asked in disbelief.  "What happened?"

I nodded at her.  "Yes, she had to," I said.  "It was really about time to get rid of him... that boy ruined their lives.  He killed Austin..." I sighed and shook my head.  "He's going to his muggle grandparents.  Alecto... I think it's time to make hiim pay for the pain he caused our sister."  I wanted to change Alecto; to make her as dark as we were.

It was not Lincoln's fault and everyone knew that.  I looked at Amycus, not entirely sure what he wanted.  "Make him pay?  He didn't kill Austin, Amycus.  It was an accident what had happened then," I said, though I knew my brother heard none of what I just said.

I leaned in close to my young sister.  "I am aware that Lincoln did not necessarily kill Austin," I said to Alecto.  "However, it is his fault that our sister was driven nearly mad and had to turn to killing... and she landed in Azkaban."  I knew that Genevieve would have ended up killing in the end, but not being caught.

I bit my lip; Amycus did have a point on that.  "What do you propose?" I inquired.  We could probably figure out a way to get Genevieve out of Azkaban somehow... if the Ministry would listen.

"I know where he's ending up; I say we have some fun of our own," I said to her darkly, smiling at the thought of it.

I raised my eyebrows at Amycus.  "What kind of fun?" I questioned, not entirely sure what I wanted to do.

I smiled darkly. "I propose that we take control of their minds and actions, of course," I said to her simply. The Imperius curse would do quite well. This would be a chance to really get Alecto to come over to the dark side. "We can easily take the control and get some revenge on the boy for dismantling our sister's life."

I raised my eyebrow. "And what type of revenge are you looking to have?" I questioned, slightly hesitant. It was one thing to torment him; I was not entirely sure about killing the boy or something. I guess we would see.