Author's Note: Because I can't stop writing drabbles. Review?
Harry felt guilty. Ginny giggled. That was the worst he could do? This year she'd cursed first years on almost a daily basis, until she'd managed to finally throw of the Imperius curse. They all had in the nearly empty Gryffindor Tower. She still remembered the looks on the small faces, of anguish and pain and shock that someone who'd been their role model, their friend, would do such a thing. She could still hear their screams and feel their tears dripping down her shirt as she tried, vainly, to help make up for it later on. That was guilt.
Ron had been scared. Seamus guffawed. That was the worst he could do? This year he'd huddled hoping against hope that those out their running would be safe from what seemed like inescapable danger. They all had in the nearly empty Gryffindor Tower. He'd watched as Ginny screamed and Parvati sobbed at every piece of news in the Daily Prophet that didn't go their way. He could still feel that intense fear for his best friend. Would he come back safe? Was he one of the many they were capturing and throwing in jails to rot forever? That was fear.
Hermione had been Crucioed a few times. Neville smirked. That was the worst she could do? This year he'd been Crucioed at least once a week. They all had in the nearly empty Gryffindor Tower. He'd writhed in pain as Carrows shouted at him demands he could not, would not, comply with. He'd watched his friends go through the same time after time, screams of pain penetrating his ears. He'd been in so much pain he knew why his parents had gone crazy and felt he could too. The pain refused to stop despite his cries. That was being Crucioed.