His anger had taken over his body. Every inch of it.
Whatever sense,whatever morality he had was now grinned as he stood up and pointed his wand at he proceeded to shout the unforgivable, terrible, killing curse.
"AVADA KADAVRA!"
Jonathan Worthy woke up and gasped.
That was actually an improvement from his last nightmares. He had these regularly, almost every day of the week. It was like clockwork. He would have some sort of stick in his hand, he would find a innoicent person, and hge would shout either three words: crucio, Avada Kadavra, or Imperio. Those were odd enough. But what was even more odd was that each word seemed to trigger something. Avada Kedavra would send someone flying on the ground and they wouldn't move. He assumed it was to instantly kill someone. Crucio would make someone violently twist and writhe on the floor and scream in agony, so he assumed that it caused someone to feel pain. Imperio made people