Rain falling.
Making the ground slick and wet.
Blink through the water and tears.
The battle isn't over yet.
Blood. All around you.
It makes your stomach turn.
But you can't stop now.
Pain. Ripping through you.
A wound in your shoulder.
Another on your cheek.
A broken nose, a busted lip.
The Cruciatus Curse is brutal.
Falling to your knees.
Coughing up blood.
Sobbing softly.
You just want it to end.
Green flashes of light.
A hero falls.
Figures watch in horror as their future dies.
You look around.
A few are left standing.
Too old and too young, all at once.
You wipe away the tears, dirt, and blood.
Your hands are dirty. So dirty.
The blood of the dead will never wash away.
It's over.
You know it as the ghastly figure marches toward you.
Forces you back to your knees as he laughs at your misery.
And, with one incantation, he makes it all end.