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ooc: This is part of a plot being written with sayshisname, bigbadpadfoot, hufflechamp, r_moony, and rockinradishes. All characters used with muns permission. This ficlette contains images of torture so read at your own risk.
I will break you I will break you I will break you Could you ever recognize this pain You see, it's so far from over I don't guess you'll never be the same You know I'm choking on knowledge I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you'>
"Why not wait until the full moon?" Fenrir asks, as they walk toward the edge of Hogsmeade to enter the shrieking shack. The boy will meet them there. Amycus trusts in that because the boy has been stupid enough to trust the journal. Like a rat in a maze seeking out the piece of cheese. He'll follow the maze that has been laid out before him, and Amy will be there to greet him with a smile.
Amy doesn't immediately answer the wolf. Truth be told he doesn't particularly enjoy working with it, but what could he do? Peter couldn't be trusted to handle the physical demands of guarding the Carrow home on his own. Actually, Amy found Pettigrew simply could not be trusted. Once a traitor always a traitor, and deep down he believed his master was aware of this. Peter was more the cheese in the maze. Would the boy be able to come face to face with the man who betrayed his parents and had them killed and choose saving his boyfriend over avenging his parents? Would Pettigrew be able to look at the child who looked so much like his parents and stand to face him as a man instead of cowering like the rat he was? So many questions that Amycus was eager to have answered. Fenrir would keep everyone in their place while the games were being played. That was why he pushed past his personal feelings about working with a creature, and accepted it as part of what must be done.
"I need you to at least play at being a man tonight. That would be impossible on the full moon." There was no malice or disgust in his words. Carrow was a simple man at times. He said things plainly and expected them to be accepted as fact. Perhaps it was because he found the truth had a sharper edge that cut so much deeper than lies. He really did love to watch someone bleed.
Leaning against the wall just out of view of where the boy would stumble in from the secret passageway entrance, he had his wand ready. Any time now and the journal would say the right words, and the boy would join them. He preferred to work at home, but he rarely led anyone there who would possibly survive. That was the chance here of course. Potter could choose heroism over vengeance. He could save the boy and leave the rat standing. He wouldn't have time to do both. This was a test to see a little deeper inside Potter's head. It was a game to knock the children and their guardians a bit more off their game. It was a chance to push them a bit further over the edge.
One more task left. One simple task, and then his master would rise again. This was just the pre-game show. The instructions were clear; do not kill Potter. He was marked for his master. The mark ran so much deeper than a simple scar on the child's forehead after all. His blood would be what returned their master to his true destiny. The sacrificial lamb led to the slaughter. Better a lamb than a rat in a maze, yes?
As if on cue the little rat emerged from the passageway. His wand was out. His eyes were a bit dazed. The journal had been draining his energy as it collected his emotions and thoughts. Amy had been permitted to see the secrets that Diggory had shared with it. He could use those secrets now against the child.
He would break him. Shatter him until he littered the floor with tiny pieces of flesh and blood. Tears would fall. Screams would dance across a cold hard floor and bounce off cement walls. There would be begging; first for mercy and then for death. It would take the boy some time to realize the only mercy that could be found would be in death.
It's a lesson that Amycus had taught many.
He really was a teacher at heart.
Sometimes he wondered why it was Severus who had the position at the school. He didn't love to teach a lesson as much as Amycus did. Amy delighted in teaching a lesson.
Pop quiz, what do you do when Amycus Carrow comes at you with his wand drawn?
Fall to the floor unconscious of course.
Twenty points to Hufflepuff for the boy getting that right the first time out.
Collecting the boy's wand, he left the body to Fenrir, and then they apparated away to the Carrow home.
Time to begin the lesson.
When Cedric's eyes flashes open he finds himself chained to a chair that is in the center of the basement. Amycus is leaning against a wall watching him. His sister isn't home. She has been given the task, the honor, to look after their master while Amycus, Fenrir, Peter, and three of their fellow Death Eaters guard the family home. Amycus is the only one in the basement with the boy. He prefers to teach his lessons alone unless his sister or Severus are at his side. This is a very intimate procedure you see. It's not something he feel comfortable allowing just anyone to take part in.
Besides this is a boy. A child even. Seventeen years old and full of bravado and honor. Perhaps a little fear, but nearly as much as he'll have in a bit. Children deserve undivided attention after all, and Amy is determined to give the boy just that. "I was wondering if I hit you a bit too hard with that spell. You're quite the sleeping beauty. Unfortunately we were running low on princes to come and kiss you awake." A small smile as he approaches with the antique dagger in his hand. The one light in the room hits it's razor sharp edge and bounces off it. "Greyback may have been up to the task if you promised him your virtue once you gasped that first breath."
Fairy tales. The one thing that Muggles did right. The classic Fairy tales were among his favorites. They were full of gore and lessons to be learned. Later they cleaned them up and sold them to children as something sweet and magical. No, Amy preferred the classics. Just as he preferred to use his hands instead of only relying on magic to make someone break.
The chains clink together as the boy attempts to free himself. The dagger cuts the t-shirt off while barely scraping flesh. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to dress warm during this time of year? Tsk tsk, what would she think about how easy it was to lead you away from the safety of the castle? I think she'd be disappointed, Cedric," Amy croons in a soft tone. The kind of tone he'd use to read Fairy tales to his little sister when they were children. He had to hide those books from his parents. Though sometimes he wondered if his father would have truly disapproved.
The classics had so many things to teach after all.
His father so did enjoy a good education. Only the best for his children.
"What will Potter think when he has to rush after you to save you?" Amy asks as the dagger digs in deep to one exposed shoulder.
"Leave Harry out of this," the boy says through gritted teeth. So much fierce determination and loyal bravery. Oh those badgers. They were fun.
The dagger twists so slowly, bleeding the wound, causing teeth to grind harder, a quick sucking in of a breath of air to fight off screaming.
"Haven't you realized it yet, boy?" Amy asks, lips so close to the boy's ear that he is practically brushing a kiss against the flesh. "This has everything to do with him. You're only here because you were easier to grab than the pretty little blonde girl or his surrogate fathers."
The boy says nothing. He looks straight ahead at the opposite wall. He's trying to shut Amycus out of his mind. It's cute really. Bigger men, stronger men, would have already screamed. This one thinks mind over matter will work.
Amycus smiles. He does indeed love a challenge.
Time passes slowly in the basement of the Carrow home. The room smells of blood sweat and tears. He's still focused on working sound out of the child. He's been suffering in silence no matter if it's magic or one of Amy's toys leaving a lasting impression on his bruise and battered body. Amycus had started with a pale canvas. Now he has colored it with shades of black, blue, red, yellow, and purple. Lovely colors. Still too quiet.
"Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Cedric twists against the chains and shuts his eyes so tight that the tears have a hard time escaping. Red lips part and finally he sings.
It's not a word. It's just a sound of pain and torment. That's right, precious, sing for Uncle Amy. He'll make it all better, just you wait and see.
A clean knife is dipped into a potion his sister put together. Something that is designed to cause maximum pain without actually causing excessive physical injury. Brilliant really, but then Alecto was the brains of the operation. Amycus was the brawn.
The blade drags across across the boy's chest, opening a wound, extracting a trail of blood that bubbles to the surface and then spills across the bruises on it's path to the floor. The potion blends in with bodily fluids and the screams become louder. More pronounced. Definitely more desperate.
But not a single word is uttered. Interesting.
"Who should get this show, Cedric?" Amycus asks, as the boy sobs quietly. The potion is working it's magic. He's stopped twisting in the chains and is allowing the pain to overtake him. He's a smart boy. Fighting it only makes it works.
Carrow's fingers thread through sweat damped hair as he jerks the child's face up to force him to look at him. "I'm sending a pensieve of this to either the girlfriend or the boyfriend. Props to you for managing both, by the way. Maybe you should share a pensieve of the best of the best times you've had with them. She looks like she is quite flexible."
Cedric spits in his tormentor's face.
The sound of Amy backhanding him bounces off the basement's wall.
Blue eyes look up at him and for a moment he forces a sneer. Amy would be impressed if he wasn't already aiming the wand to make the boy dance for him.
"CRUCIO. CRUCIO. CRUCIO."
"FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU." The boy screams out.
Words. Yes, this is much better. Much more satisfying.
"I'd rather have a turn with the flexible blonde," Amy tells him as he circles him. The boy managed to kick out just a bit as the shackles to his feet have a bit of give. Amycus easily dodges the move, but he's impressed the kid still has fight in him. Most would already be begging for mercy.
How many crucios does it take to make a badger pass out?
Let's find out shall we?
One...
Two...
Three...
It's six in a row before the eyes roll back into his head and the boy goes limp. Amycus laughs. This one is fun. A flick of a wand and the boy is cleaned up a bit. While he's napping, Amy busies himself with preparing the potion his master gave him. It's a lovely shade of Slytherin green and it's supposed to induce fears. The one who drinks it could relive his past mistakes or experience his greatest fears as if they were happening right here and now. The one who drinks it becomes desperate for something to drink. Water. They need water. Amycus has the water ready. After all, he doesn't want to kill the boy.
He just wants to break him.
The child rests for a couple of hours before Amycus dumps ice cold water over him. A bucket full because why waste aguamenti when you can do it the old fashioned Muggle way? Okay so maybe Fairy tales weren't the only thing Amycus appreciated about Muggle history.
Eyes flash open, as the boy's mouth is forced open and the green potion is choked down. Amy steps back and watches. It doesn't take long before he begins to react.
The screams that fill the basement now are full of terror. Agony. Desperation.
"NOT LUNA. NO, NOT HER. HARRY! NO DON'T...PLEASE...I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY I WASN'T FAST ENOUGH."
Amycus wants to roll his eyes. This is it? This is what the boy fears? Not being fast enough to save the girl and Potter? Really? He was hoping for clown fear or something interesting.
"You can't save them shackled like this. They haven't even come to save you," Amy whispers in his ear as the boy continues to scream and shake. His face contorts in a way that makes it appear that he is in a great deal of pain. He's swallowing hard.
Oh right, the water.
A moment more. Just a moment more. Until he sees him twisting in the chair and chains again. So desperate for something to drink.
"Water...please."
What a polite little badger. Amy soothes him by stroking his hair as he gives him the water. He carefully wipes away the sweat, blood and tears and even places a kiss to his temple.
"We'll send it to Potter, and I'll even tell him how to come and find you. That will make you feel better won't it?"
The boy looks horrified as he watches the silvery substance extracted from Amy's temple.
"DON'T COME FOR ME, HARRY. IT'S A TRAP. IT'S A TRAP."
Amycus tosses his head back and laughs as he bottles up his memories.
"Indeed. It is a trap. What was your first clue, Cedric? The memories I plan to send the boy, or the fact you walked right into the trap set for you. You must feel so smart after trusting the very thing that you took away from him. Honestly, at least we can see why neither of you are in the same house as the blonde."
Amycus write a small note to send with the owl and pensieve memories to Potter:
I'm expecting you soon. You may wish to hurry. Cedric seems a bit tired. Bring the blonde. I hear she's flexible.
-A. Carrow
As the owl takes off, Amycus turns his attention back to the infuriated boy in the chair. "Oh look at you. You look angry. Do you want to discuss it? Tell me how you're really feeling?" Anger is so much fun after all. It's just another emotion to strip away from the child. After all they have a bit of a wait before Potter receives his package and comes along to save the day. He'll come alone. Amycus and his master were both sure of that. Might as well make the best of the time he has left with the badger.
"CRUCIO."
Time may pass quickly outside of the walls of the Carrow basement, but it creeps slowly inside.
I will break you I will break you I will break you Could you ever recognize this pain You see, it's so far from over I don't guess you'll never be the same You know I'm choking on knowledge I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you'>
"Why not wait until the full moon?" Fenrir asks, as they walk toward the edge of Hogsmeade to enter the shrieking shack. The boy will meet them there. Amycus trusts in that because the boy has been stupid enough to trust the journal. Like a rat in a maze seeking out the piece of cheese. He'll follow the maze that has been laid out before him, and Amy will be there to greet him with a smile.
Amy doesn't immediately answer the wolf. Truth be told he doesn't particularly enjoy working with it, but what could he do? Peter couldn't be trusted to handle the physical demands of guarding the Carrow home on his own. Actually, Amy found Pettigrew simply could not be trusted. Once a traitor always a traitor, and deep down he believed his master was aware of this. Peter was more the cheese in the maze. Would the boy be able to come face to face with the man who betrayed his parents and had them killed and choose saving his boyfriend over avenging his parents? Would Pettigrew be able to look at the child who looked so much like his parents and stand to face him as a man instead of cowering like the rat he was? So many questions that Amycus was eager to have answered. Fenrir would keep everyone in their place while the games were being played. That was why he pushed past his personal feelings about working with a creature, and accepted it as part of what must be done.
"I need you to at least play at being a man tonight. That would be impossible on the full moon." There was no malice or disgust in his words. Carrow was a simple man at times. He said things plainly and expected them to be accepted as fact. Perhaps it was because he found the truth had a sharper edge that cut so much deeper than lies. He really did love to watch someone bleed.
Leaning against the wall just out of view of where the boy would stumble in from the secret passageway entrance, he had his wand ready. Any time now and the journal would say the right words, and the boy would join them. He preferred to work at home, but he rarely led anyone there who would possibly survive. That was the chance here of course. Potter could choose heroism over vengeance. He could save the boy and leave the rat standing. He wouldn't have time to do both. This was a test to see a little deeper inside Potter's head. It was a game to knock the children and their guardians a bit more off their game. It was a chance to push them a bit further over the edge.
One more task left. One simple task, and then his master would rise again. This was just the pre-game show. The instructions were clear; do not kill Potter. He was marked for his master. The mark ran so much deeper than a simple scar on the child's forehead after all. His blood would be what returned their master to his true destiny. The sacrificial lamb led to the slaughter. Better a lamb than a rat in a maze, yes?
As if on cue the little rat emerged from the passageway. His wand was out. His eyes were a bit dazed. The journal had been draining his energy as it collected his emotions and thoughts. Amy had been permitted to see the secrets that Diggory had shared with it. He could use those secrets now against the child.
He would break him. Shatter him until he littered the floor with tiny pieces of flesh and blood. Tears would fall. Screams would dance across a cold hard floor and bounce off cement walls. There would be begging; first for mercy and then for death. It would take the boy some time to realize the only mercy that could be found would be in death.
It's a lesson that Amycus had taught many.
He really was a teacher at heart.
Sometimes he wondered why it was Severus who had the position at the school. He didn't love to teach a lesson as much as Amycus did. Amy delighted in teaching a lesson.
Pop quiz, what do you do when Amycus Carrow comes at you with his wand drawn?
Fall to the floor unconscious of course.
Twenty points to Hufflepuff for the boy getting that right the first time out.
Collecting the boy's wand, he left the body to Fenrir, and then they apparated away to the Carrow home.
Time to begin the lesson.
When Cedric's eyes flashes open he finds himself chained to a chair that is in the center of the basement. Amycus is leaning against a wall watching him. His sister isn't home. She has been given the task, the honor, to look after their master while Amycus, Fenrir, Peter, and three of their fellow Death Eaters guard the family home. Amycus is the only one in the basement with the boy. He prefers to teach his lessons alone unless his sister or Severus are at his side. This is a very intimate procedure you see. It's not something he feel comfortable allowing just anyone to take part in.
Besides this is a boy. A child even. Seventeen years old and full of bravado and honor. Perhaps a little fear, but nearly as much as he'll have in a bit. Children deserve undivided attention after all, and Amy is determined to give the boy just that. "I was wondering if I hit you a bit too hard with that spell. You're quite the sleeping beauty. Unfortunately we were running low on princes to come and kiss you awake." A small smile as he approaches with the antique dagger in his hand. The one light in the room hits it's razor sharp edge and bounces off it. "Greyback may have been up to the task if you promised him your virtue once you gasped that first breath."
Fairy tales. The one thing that Muggles did right. The classic Fairy tales were among his favorites. They were full of gore and lessons to be learned. Later they cleaned them up and sold them to children as something sweet and magical. No, Amy preferred the classics. Just as he preferred to use his hands instead of only relying on magic to make someone break.
The chains clink together as the boy attempts to free himself. The dagger cuts the t-shirt off while barely scraping flesh. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to dress warm during this time of year? Tsk tsk, what would she think about how easy it was to lead you away from the safety of the castle? I think she'd be disappointed, Cedric," Amy croons in a soft tone. The kind of tone he'd use to read Fairy tales to his little sister when they were children. He had to hide those books from his parents. Though sometimes he wondered if his father would have truly disapproved.
The classics had so many things to teach after all.
His father so did enjoy a good education. Only the best for his children.
"What will Potter think when he has to rush after you to save you?" Amy asks as the dagger digs in deep to one exposed shoulder.
"Leave Harry out of this," the boy says through gritted teeth. So much fierce determination and loyal bravery. Oh those badgers. They were fun.
The dagger twists so slowly, bleeding the wound, causing teeth to grind harder, a quick sucking in of a breath of air to fight off screaming.
"Haven't you realized it yet, boy?" Amy asks, lips so close to the boy's ear that he is practically brushing a kiss against the flesh. "This has everything to do with him. You're only here because you were easier to grab than the pretty little blonde girl or his surrogate fathers."
The boy says nothing. He looks straight ahead at the opposite wall. He's trying to shut Amycus out of his mind. It's cute really. Bigger men, stronger men, would have already screamed. This one thinks mind over matter will work.
Amycus smiles. He does indeed love a challenge.
Time passes slowly in the basement of the Carrow home. The room smells of blood sweat and tears. He's still focused on working sound out of the child. He's been suffering in silence no matter if it's magic or one of Amy's toys leaving a lasting impression on his bruise and battered body. Amycus had started with a pale canvas. Now he has colored it with shades of black, blue, red, yellow, and purple. Lovely colors. Still too quiet.
"Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Cedric twists against the chains and shuts his eyes so tight that the tears have a hard time escaping. Red lips part and finally he sings.
It's not a word. It's just a sound of pain and torment. That's right, precious, sing for Uncle Amy. He'll make it all better, just you wait and see.
A clean knife is dipped into a potion his sister put together. Something that is designed to cause maximum pain without actually causing excessive physical injury. Brilliant really, but then Alecto was the brains of the operation. Amycus was the brawn.
The blade drags across across the boy's chest, opening a wound, extracting a trail of blood that bubbles to the surface and then spills across the bruises on it's path to the floor. The potion blends in with bodily fluids and the screams become louder. More pronounced. Definitely more desperate.
But not a single word is uttered. Interesting.
"Who should get this show, Cedric?" Amycus asks, as the boy sobs quietly. The potion is working it's magic. He's stopped twisting in the chains and is allowing the pain to overtake him. He's a smart boy. Fighting it only makes it works.
Carrow's fingers thread through sweat damped hair as he jerks the child's face up to force him to look at him. "I'm sending a pensieve of this to either the girlfriend or the boyfriend. Props to you for managing both, by the way. Maybe you should share a pensieve of the best of the best times you've had with them. She looks like she is quite flexible."
Cedric spits in his tormentor's face.
The sound of Amy backhanding him bounces off the basement's wall.
Blue eyes look up at him and for a moment he forces a sneer. Amy would be impressed if he wasn't already aiming the wand to make the boy dance for him.
"CRUCIO. CRUCIO. CRUCIO."
"FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU." The boy screams out.
Words. Yes, this is much better. Much more satisfying.
"I'd rather have a turn with the flexible blonde," Amy tells him as he circles him. The boy managed to kick out just a bit as the shackles to his feet have a bit of give. Amycus easily dodges the move, but he's impressed the kid still has fight in him. Most would already be begging for mercy.
How many crucios does it take to make a badger pass out?
Let's find out shall we?
One...
Two...
Three...
It's six in a row before the eyes roll back into his head and the boy goes limp. Amycus laughs. This one is fun. A flick of a wand and the boy is cleaned up a bit. While he's napping, Amy busies himself with preparing the potion his master gave him. It's a lovely shade of Slytherin green and it's supposed to induce fears. The one who drinks it could relive his past mistakes or experience his greatest fears as if they were happening right here and now. The one who drinks it becomes desperate for something to drink. Water. They need water. Amycus has the water ready. After all, he doesn't want to kill the boy.
He just wants to break him.
The child rests for a couple of hours before Amycus dumps ice cold water over him. A bucket full because why waste aguamenti when you can do it the old fashioned Muggle way? Okay so maybe Fairy tales weren't the only thing Amycus appreciated about Muggle history.
Eyes flash open, as the boy's mouth is forced open and the green potion is choked down. Amy steps back and watches. It doesn't take long before he begins to react.
The screams that fill the basement now are full of terror. Agony. Desperation.
"NOT LUNA. NO, NOT HER. HARRY! NO DON'T...PLEASE...I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY I WASN'T FAST ENOUGH."
Amycus wants to roll his eyes. This is it? This is what the boy fears? Not being fast enough to save the girl and Potter? Really? He was hoping for clown fear or something interesting.
"You can't save them shackled like this. They haven't even come to save you," Amy whispers in his ear as the boy continues to scream and shake. His face contorts in a way that makes it appear that he is in a great deal of pain. He's swallowing hard.
Oh right, the water.
A moment more. Just a moment more. Until he sees him twisting in the chair and chains again. So desperate for something to drink.
"Water...please."
What a polite little badger. Amy soothes him by stroking his hair as he gives him the water. He carefully wipes away the sweat, blood and tears and even places a kiss to his temple.
"We'll send it to Potter, and I'll even tell him how to come and find you. That will make you feel better won't it?"
The boy looks horrified as he watches the silvery substance extracted from Amy's temple.
"DON'T COME FOR ME, HARRY. IT'S A TRAP. IT'S A TRAP."
Amycus tosses his head back and laughs as he bottles up his memories.
"Indeed. It is a trap. What was your first clue, Cedric? The memories I plan to send the boy, or the fact you walked right into the trap set for you. You must feel so smart after trusting the very thing that you took away from him. Honestly, at least we can see why neither of you are in the same house as the blonde."
Amycus write a small note to send with the owl and pensieve memories to Potter:
I'm expecting you soon. You may wish to hurry. Cedric seems a bit tired. Bring the blonde. I hear she's flexible.
-A. Carrow
As the owl takes off, Amycus turns his attention back to the infuriated boy in the chair. "Oh look at you. You look angry. Do you want to discuss it? Tell me how you're really feeling?" Anger is so much fun after all. It's just another emotion to strip away from the child. After all they have a bit of a wait before Potter receives his package and comes along to save the day. He'll come alone. Amycus and his master were both sure of that. Might as well make the best of the time he has left with the badger.
"CRUCIO."
Time may pass quickly outside of the walls of the Carrow basement, but it creeps slowly inside.