Pain. I can see it in his eyes. It destroys him slowly, just like a knife cutting every single one of his veins and arteries from the inside. Of course, that's the way it's supposed to be, at least it was how I would describe it if you asked me. Cruciatus Curse. Who invented it? And why? I mean…most spells usually appear in one wizard's mind to be helpful or useful. But this? Excruciating pain of the worst kind that starts in your brain and spreads throughout your body and never, ever, leaves you? I know it too well. It was because of her, Bellatrix Lestrange, the one who carried for nine months the most despicable and awful monster that Dark Magic has ever created: me. This kind of shock treatment was given to me so I could learn. Is that the point of this pointless curse? A learning experience? A punishment? I don't know, and I don't care. I only know this: it's not working on him as it should. He is suffering. But not enough. I don't even know why I'm doing this! I hate him!
No.
I'm only angry at him. I should have never allowed myself to talk to him in that day: September first, my true first day at Hogwarts. But it was time to know my enemy and my target: James Sirius Potter.
