A/N - January 26
Prompt: Curse
Characters: Alice, Bellatrix, Frank
Rating: T for mentions of torture
This is definitely not fluffy, just so you know.
She woke to white-hot pain. Her back arched in a silent scream until the spell mercifully ended. She gasped in a breath and blinked, immediately taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Where is he?" a voice demanded and Alice turned her head groggily. Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Wh-who?" Alice coughed. Bellatrix snarled and cursed her again.
"The Dark Lord," a deeper voice said once she was released. Alice panted for breath, trying to clear her addled brain. Another Lestrange, she thought. She wasn't sure anymore.
"He, he's d-dead," she finally managed between gasping and coughing. There was a howl and the pain began again. When it ended, her head lolled to the side. There was someone else lying a few feet away. Alice blinked, once, twice and shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to see. Frank, it was Frank, lying there with a blank look on his face, drool slowly running from the corner of his mouth.
"Frank," Alice rasped brokenly. Bellatrix cackled.
"Tell us where he is, where you're keeping him or you'll go the same way as your precious Frank."
"We're not, he's not," Alice shook her head trying to clear it. "He's dead, gone." She looked at Frank as she was cursed once more and knew that they would surely die here. She thanked the gods that Neville had not been with her when she was captured. The emotional anguish at leaving their son an orphan overrode the physical pain of the curse. She let her son's face fill her mind and she concentrated on him even as they cursed her again and again. As the last bit of her sanity left her, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, Neville's name a mere whisper on her lips.