Cruciatus
"Regretting a past pain in the present is create another pain and suffering again".
William Shakespeare
HARRY HAD ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF PAIN. When smaller, curled up in his cupboard under the stairs, he feared that some day, he would die for feeling so much pain by Uncle Vernon's beatings. He was afraid of dying; suffering so, but so much pain that his heart gave up – as well as he had given up of try to be happy.
However, no pain was enough to blackout Harry – not even in the times that he gave up, but not his heart. Some years later – when the little one learned to behave like his Uncle and Aunt like and the beating became tolerable -, little Harry feared dying of emotional pain. He feared, with all his virtue.
He did not want to be called freak, or "boy". His name was Harry and his surname was Potter – not "monster". During a while, he wished, wished and wished that he'd given up in the middle of a beating. Then, he would not have to feel only the physical, but also emotional pain.
Relinquishment never came. Even when he accepted that the last thing he would feel was the pain of basilisk venom running through his veins, or, perhaps, a dementor sucking his soul from his body. And, for some reason, his mind refused to give up while feeling the Cruciatus.
Then, Harry decided that if his conscious mind could overcome the Cruciatus Curse, he could bear other pains. Not because they do not ache, but because he was no longer afraid of feeling them. As well as he felt that night in the graveyard and, without giving up like he sometimes wanted in his life, lived.