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"I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

"We found it – we found it – PLEASE!" I screamed. I screamed louder when I felt that cursed knife drag another letter. And louder still when her next crucio hit.

"You're lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!"

She was mad. I always knew she was deranged- if her cackling at the Department of Mysteries was anything to go by.

"It's a fake, it's a fake! I swear!"

"Lies! CRUCIO!" I felt my throat scratch as another scream tore from me.

By this point I was beyond the comprehension of pain. Edging on the blackness clouding my vision. I held on still. But for what? I barely acknowledged movement to my left. Then I was wrenched up into the arms of that madwoman.

"STOP OR SHE DIES!" And that knife. That knife that branded me like cattle. Was at my throat.

"Drop your wands," she whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!" And then I saw them. My brothers in all but blood. Worse for wear with terrified expressions on their faces. I wanted to scream at them that I'm not worth it. To save themselves, get out and win this war. I was so tired. And the darkness so inviting. And I felt blood trickling down my throat into my cleavage.

I heard the sounds of apparition and noted the confused faces on the faces of those in the room. Could they still be considered people? After the horrors they've inflicted?

Bellatrix's grip on me loosened only for me to be pulled into much smaller arms. I heard voices shouting but they sounded so far away. I heard a sickening sound next to me but couldn't dwell on it before I felt the familiar, almost forgotten lurch in my stomach I was all too acquainted with in my third year.

I had to close my eyes to the nausea I was overcome with. And when I opened them I was met with very large eyes on a very small body. Which was covered in blood from the knife that was protruding out of his stomach. I reach out a shaking hand towards him.

"Dobby?" I croaked, my voice grown hoarse.

"Dobby is a free elf, Dobby is home" He whispered. I didn't have the time to contemplate his meaning before his little body slumped to ground. I let out what I could only assume was a sob. No tears left to cry.

I heard voices to my right. Four boys were making their way over to my direction and if I looked close enough I could see the shape of a castle in the background behind them.

"What is this?" One voice questioned.

I don't kn- oh Merlin! Pads, we have to get her to Poppy!" Another said.

I looked toward that voice. The voice belonging to a boy with messy hair and glasses.

"Harry?" I croaked before the blackness finally claimed me.

And my final, fleeting thought was of hazel eyes instead of green.