A/n: You had to read the fifth Harry Potter book to really get this ff, so here goes.
Short, right to the point, one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of J.K. Rowling's books. Get off my back.
A horible low-pitched voice cackled, "Stand back you silly woman. Your time will come." The woman began clawing at the man in the black cloak. "You idiot! Stand back! Crucio!"
The shrill scream made the man laugh cold, and cruel. As the woman writhed on the floor in anguish, the man in the cloak walked toward a fellow death-eater, whom was cackling at the sight of a man huddled up on the ground, shaking, and screaming every couple seconds. One death-eater flicked his wand and, suddenly, both, man and woman, stopped shaking. Still trembling, the man slowly stook up to show no weakness.
"You try to deny all the power the Dark Lord deserves?" asked one of the evil men. Then man only stood there staring daggers into both death- eaters eyes.
A woman death-eater spoke, "You shall expierience more pain than any man before your time, then." And with that she spoke, "Crucio!"
The man dropped to the floor, tears coming out of his eyes, able to do nothing as he saw his wife drop to floor after being cursed with the same word that he had been several time before. This time, the evil people didn't stop the torture. They did, however, leave. Several hours later, members of the Order showed up. Alastor Moody, flicked his wand and looked at the two worn-out bodies in disgust.
No one spoke while they two tortured being were transfured to St. Mungoes permanent spell damage floor.
End Flashback
The only evidence of this torture besides two people sitting in beds, forever crazy, was a child, a young man, cradled together, with his arms wrapped around his knees in his own room, which has been wall-papered with Droobles Blowing Gum wrappers.