Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are owned by J.K. Rowling.
No Reason
She is coming, dark hair tangled about her face, her wand raised by a pale hand shrouded in dark cloth. Her wish is to kill me, I know, and finish what she started with my parents' torture, so many years ago.
Of course, there is no one near who can help me—they are all distracted, fighting their own battles. I should be able to face her, after all she has done to my family, and perhaps I can, knowing that she is the reason I am without parents. She is a victim of my hatred, and I feel taller, towering over her, if only for a moment.
"Expelliarmus!" But as soon as the word is out of my mouth, I know it is useless; a quick flick of her wrist deflects my spell back to me, hitting me like a feeble slap, a harsh reminder of my own weakness. She comes on still, mocking laughter twisting her face. "Ah, lickle Longbottom thought he would get Bella with a baby's spell, yes he did! It's not that easy, not at all…Crucio!"
The pain is almost unbearable, and the floor provides barely a second of refreshing coolness before the torture begins again. I clench my teeth, fighting screams of pain. She'll not hear me scream if I still have hold enough on my sanity to prevent it.
A second spell sends me flat on my back, writhing like some sort of maddened insect. Out of the corner of my eye, there is a flash of red—Harry has subdued the Death Eater he had been dueling with, and I can see him sprinting in my direction…
…And then he's stopped, and he has an arm around Ron, who's doubled over in pain, something red staining his robes. Ron is murmuring something, and he straightens up, and the two of them are practically holding each other up in a fiercely tight embrace. And it's Ron in his arms…in that place I had dreamed of some many times…
My efforts had collapsed the moment I saw the two of them standing together, and Bella's wand presses like a dagger against the my neck. Blackness…No reason to fight it now, none at all…