The brief silence was broken by a loud, chilling moan that sounded more animalistic than human.
"Draco…" Lucius Malfoy stumbled towards the prone body of his son. "No…what have I done?"
He fell to his knees and gathered Draco's limp body in his arms. "My son…my son…"
He wept loudly, not seeming to care that such an act was highly uncharacteristic of a Death Eater. His mission was forgotten—right now, he was simply a father mourning the loss of his child.
Bellatrix, however, was undeterred. She strode past the heart-wrenching scene and grabbed the collar of Harry's robe, pulling him roughly to his feet.
She glared at him, her heavy-lidded eyes shining with insanity. "Tell me where the prophecy is, Potter. Now."
Her guard was down. She was obviously assuming that he was in too much shock to put up more of a fight. Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. For reasons even he didn't understand, no matter how dire a situation was (and he had been in several that were pretty bad), he couldn't find it in himself to just roll over and die. He was a fighter, and that was why he was still alive today.
He looked straight at Bellatrix and spat in her face. She screeched like a banshee and released him.
Seeing his chance, he lunged forward with strength he didn't know he had and snatched his wand out of her hand. He quickly cast a stunning jinx, but narrowly missed. He had already started to recast, but she hit him with another crucio midway through his incantation.
He crumpled to the ground, thrashing and screaming in agony. The pain seemed to last forever. He wondered, in some far recess of his mind, if he was on the verge of going insane like Neville's parents. He certainly felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He could no longer imagine a time when he hadn't been in excruciating pain. Finally, when he was certain that he could bear it no longer, the torturous pain stopped abruptly.
Through his quickly fading vision, he saw the blurry forms of members of the Order. Lupin…Tonks…Kingsley…Mad-Eye Moody. There was also a tall man with dark hair who resembled Sirius, but even in his dazed state of mind, he knew that he must just be seeing things.
He was vaguely aware that the Order was exchanging fire with Bellatrix and the lone remaining Death Eater, but it didn't last long. The whizzing sound of flying spells ended, replaced with the low buzzing of conversing voices.
The Sirius look-alike approached him and said in a voice that sounded strangely like Sirius', "It's alright, Harry. You're going to be just fine."
That was the last thing he heard before everything slipped into blackness.