Voldemort awoke lying on the ground, gasping in triumph. The Death Eaters gathers around their master, but Voldemort stood quickly. Laughing coldly, he pointed his want at Harry's lifeless form. "Crucio!" The curse resounded off the ancient trees, echoing in Voldemort's high voice. Harry's body was lifted into the air, dangling like a puppet from strings. The Death Eaters all guffawed at the sight, while Hagrid shook with silent sobs, a little ways off from the main group. Voldemort then directed his wand toward Hagrid and said, "You. You shall carry him back to the castle. He will be quite visible in your arms." Hagrid, no longer shaking due to the will of Voldemort's magic, unwillingly strode to Harry's limp form, picked him up, and set off at a brisk pace, at the front of the group, out of the forest, towards more tragedy.