Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing.
Words: 300
Warnings: AU, Voldemort wins war, torture, violence, blood play, mild language
A/N: Written for the LJ-community Sortinghatdrabs, week 35, prompt: piercing.
Percy was standing there, magically bound on wrists and ankles. He tried to hide his anxiety, but he knew he was failing miserably.
"Blood traitor, we know you´ve turned your back on your precious family before, so why don´t you repeat it? If you tell me where the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located, the Dark Lord´ll forgive you fighting him tonight eventually," Bellatrix Lestrange offered, while smiling sweetly at him. This alone made her look even madder than usual.
"Perhaps you need a little persuasion," she continued as he didn´t answer.
She stroked his naked chest with the long blade of her knife, slowly cutting deeper and deeper until she drew blood. A morbid pattern emerged on his pale skin.
Percy closed his eyes. The image of Fred´s broken body lying in the dust of the corridor crossed his mind. No.
The pain intensified, that crazy bint was waiting for an answer. He wouldn´t give her the satisfaction of hearing him scream and beg for mercy.
"No. You won´t get any information out of me," the redhead spat through his clenched teeth. It was getting harder not to scream out his agony.
"We´ll see. I promise to be very patient with you, to break you slowly. And I´ll be enjoying every single second of it," her eyes were sparkling with anticipation and madness, "ever felt the all-encompassing pain of a well set Cruciatus?"
No answer. Percy had known he´d have to suffer from this particular curse at some point, so he tried to steel himself for the excruciating pain that was to come.
Nonetheless he led out a piercing shriek when the curse hit him.
But the redhead had made up his mind. He wouldn´t betray his family and friends. Not again. Regardless of the price.