#6 Crucio


“Crucio!” She cried in delight, “CRUCIO!” Her words shone through her dark laughter. She loved every minute of this. She wanted to see the two figures writing on the floor in agony, she wanted to see then bucke, bend, and buck.
Neville watched, horrified, as Bellatrix Lestrange tortured his parents. He tried to run to them, but he couldn’t move. Looking down, he saw that his legs disappeared into a fine mist below the kneww. That was strange.

He chanced a glance at his parents, and immediately wished he hadn’t. They weren’t screaming. That, in a way, made it worse. They didn’t want to show him how much it hurt. He wished they wouldn’t. He wished them any release that could come to them.

Instead, he focused on Bellatrix. She looked up from her victims, wand still pointed, and shot him a grim smile. She loved that he was watching.
He could take no more. Slowley, Neville raised his wand, and she laughed. Taking a deep breath, preparing to say the word he never imagined he would say.

“Crucio!” He muttered, his voice a deadly whisper. Nothing happened.

Neville awoke, dripping in sweat, a single tear resting on his cheek.