Harry Potter does not belong to me (the point of fanfiction, I believe).
The Last Laugh
"Where is he! What did you do?"
"No please! Stop!"
My entire body's on fire, something snaps but feels only like a sharp pinch in this fire. "Please…please…"
"Tell us where the Dark Lord is!" The dark-haired woman shrieks, then turns on the boy standing behind her. "Did I tell you to stop!"
"Please—" My plea is cut off by the scream of pain, the inhuman cry tearing from the throat of Frank, twitching in a growing pool of blood and other body fluids. My vision blurs and I whimper yet I still hear the calmer, older man when he speaks over Frank's screams.
"They know nothing, Bella. Let's end this fool's chase."
"Shut up, Rodolphus!" The woman snarled, viciously lashing out at the crumbled man on the ground. "They'll pay! Crucio!"
"Stop! Stop please—" I scream, trying to override his cries—Frank won't hold out for much longer—
"Shut up!" The boy has rebuild his confidence (or his magical strength). And the fire's back. And I know nothing but the searing pain, the non-stop jagged cries ripping through my throat—
Please, please, make it stop…please—
"You'll die here and now, you filthy blood traitors! For the Dark Lord!"
Her shrill laughter is ripping my eardrums open as my eyesight is lost in a sea of white, red and black spots exploding in this white abyss. I can't breathe, the fire isn't stopping this time—I can't hear anything but Her—please, please—
Final sane moments of Alice Longbottom.