AN: I know, I know I'm starting to get in over my head, but I can't help it if my muse has decided to overload my brain with ideas that just have to be posted right?
anyway enjoy and I'll be updateing everything else soon.
All he felt was pain unbearable, unimaginable, unending pain. It pounded throughout his entire body, every nerve was on fire. It filled him to the brim, yet his mind was still intact. He was still sane, and while he was still sane he could still fight. He could fight, he could think, and he could still speak. The pain began to fade, slowly, but surely it stopped. Then came that voice that dreaded high cold voice.
"Give in, tell me what I want to know, and I will let you die quickly." It hissed.
"Go to Hell!", He replied. The pain was back and worse than before, he swore that he was bathed in flames and incased in Ice while being stabbed by houndreds of thousands of needles all at once. Of course he would think that so much was his pain, but it was the one reminder. He was alive and he quite planned to stay that way. Now he prayed, he just wanted three things, peace, love and family. He had prayed many times for those three things, but he knew untill Voldemort was vanquished there would never be peace, he knew that all anyone would see was his fame, and his family was dead there was no one left. Every time he had prayed before nothing ever happened, but this time was different. This time he was granted his chance at two of those three things, and maybe if he was lucky even the third.
Voldemort screamed in rage as the boy's defiant words, and gave the signal to the other three Death Eaters all four of them cast the Cruciatus Curse at the same time at the bloody and beaten form of one Harry James Potter.
The Death Eaters grew restless 'How many curses can one man stand' they thought as they watched the boy writhe under the effects of the four simaltaneus curses without a sound.
Voldemort had to admit the boy was stronger than he looked, and that only made him all the more angry. If the boy refused to scream than he would have to make him. He signaled four other Death Eaters forward and the added to the curse.
'Finally come noise' the Death Eaters thought as Harry whimpered once. Voldemort signaled another three and they started throughing the most painful curses. hexes, and jinxes they could think of, and still not a sound untill finally Voldemort had had enough. He raised his arm and the Death Eaters backed away as he lifted his wand pointing is at the boy's heart and said the two words no one, save this very boy, had ever survived."Avada Kedevara."
They all watched as the vivid green light shot from the Dark Lord's wand to his the boy right over his heart, and they all gazed on in shocked awe and horror as the boy finally screamed and then vanished.