This uses Roxanne Weasley, a Ravenclaw to me.
Roxanne let out an ear splitting scream through tears as blood trickled down her arm. The torturer laughed.
You're a Ravenclaw, she told herself, work it out. She anxiously tried to escape, pain loading on her every second.
And as she saw dawn rise through the crack in the wall, she saw a flash of green light come at her. Blood trickled down her skin and she tried to run for her life.
But it was only a memory.
A/N: It was a memory of the fourth wizarding world war (as the third one happened when they were kids). Roxanne and other Weasley/Potter/Lupin children/teens/young adults/adults/airplanes were tortured for information. Do you want me to write a story about it? Just say yes or no in a review!
