So I'll just go ahead and say that I am not a good writer (obviously), so this story could look ten times better if someone else wrote it (again, obviously). However, I have yet to find someone who did write something similar (if there is, I have to say I had no clue), and in the meantime I am left alone with my feels and we all know that ain't cool. So here we go. . .
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, okay? If you recognize it, it probably is Dreamworks, Pixar/Disney or JKR/Warner. This also was very inspired by a tumblr post that I can't find, but when I do, I'll post it. :D Enjoy!
PROLOGUE.
"Crucio!"
The curse hit him straight on the chest and he felt a numbing pain run through his being. It was as if his body was on fire, every inch of him white-hot. He was sure his head would explode any moment now, and all he wanted was for it to end. . .he wanted to disappear, to die. He hit the ground and yelped, moaned. You should beg, beg him and he'll stop. His mouth opened but no sound came out, and he lay flat on his stomach, twitching and trembling.
And suddenly everything stopped, he felt the chillness of the air tickle the exposed skin at the back of his neck. He had forgotten where he was or who was with him, and he became very aware of his senses, of his erratic breathing, the residue of the curse tickling the tip of his fingers. . .
Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted.
He heard murmur near him and looked up. Everything was a blur but he could make the outline of a tall, thin man standing before him, his piercing green eyes staring into his soul.
The man raised his wand, opened his mouth and everything went pitch black.