"Crucio!"
A spark of red light snaked towards Scrimgeour's limp body flipped it into the air, and a cry of pain escaped his mouth as he landed hard against the marble floor.
"Where is he?!" A woman's voice cackled, clearly enjoying the task the Dark Lord had set out for her. "Where is Potter?"
"I-I'll never tell you," the Minister groaned, his breaths coming slowly now, and only with great struggle.
"Oh, come now, Minister!" She exclaimed, moving towards him slowly. "Neither of us likes the boy, he's nothing but Dumby's puppet. If you would just tell me…"
When Scrimgeour shook his head violently, the witch lost her temper. Pressing her wand against his exposed flesh, she whispered "Icendio," the fire spell, causing small flames to dance up and down his skin, burning black marks into his weathered face and neck.
"The Dark Lord does not take well to insolence!" She screamed, losing temper quickly. "CRUCIO!"
Once again the limp body flew through the air, landing several feet away on the ground with a heavy thump, like a large cut of meat falling from its hook.
"No," he whispered, his lips struggling to form the shapes necessary for the words to come.
As the rest of the Ministry devolved into individual firefights, the Minister seemed cut off from the cries and screams of his comrades as the Death Eater leaned in close. He was in his own world now. His own Hell.
"Leave him, Bellatrix," a cold voice commanded, and with what remained of his strength Scrimgeour turned to see the Dark Lord himself standing over him, his snake like eyes piercing into his very soul.
No, I must block him out, I must keep him out, must close my mind!
"Ah, you have been practicing Occlumency, Minister. No matter. I will take the information from you by force, if necessary. Crucio!"
Pain surged through Scrimgeour's body like no pain he had felt before. The witch's curses had been nothing compared to this. Nothing. Red flashed before his eyes as blood began to drip from his mouth.
"N-n-no…"
"Then die!" Voldemort hissed, raising his wand and pointing it at the motionless body on the Ministry floor. A flash of green light illuminated the room as the Minister's last breath escaped his chest, and his eyes, once yellow and sharp, glazed over with cloudiness.
"It is finished."