It was quiet. But not quiet enough so that the sound of her rustling skirts was muted. That and the words of a whispered spell.
'Crucio.'
And she then laughed. Laughed as his screams, tortured and ear splitting, rang through the room. Laughed as he pleaded, with wet streams running down his face.
Her laughter sent shivers down the back of the one who watched her, watched her silently as she subjected the boy to torture, time and time again. Then he heard the music.
'Carmen,'
The spell lifted, the boy stared blankly at the one who had spoken.
'Just like his parents.' the girl replied. 'They took him to see the opera, where his parents met their fate. It was this song that they were tortured to, in fact.'
'Why torture him?' the mysterious voice questioned. 'he is but a good boy, not at all like our kind, he is no conquer, with your magic! You could do so much more, believe me.'
' I've known you since we were eleven dear friend, yet you question my acts. He is the only one I could lure here, Mort.'
The boy sighed at his friends words. 'My friend, you must come and join me, we can do so many things together, you and I! Come, Firefly.'
The girl turned then, into an owl of dark chestnut, with large, round unblinking brown eyes.
'Join me, let us hunt my love,'
He heard her words, so chilling, in his mind, and then brought the blank teen on the floor back into reality, then whispered a spell.
'Obliviate.'
The last thing the boy saw was a panther, dark and black, with green eyes, staring into his face, trying to understand his path.
The last words from the boy were 'Harry, Hermione, why have you done this…'
And then the panther lunged.
'Goodbye Neville,' was all that was heard then, from an owl, casually, on the windowsill.