Pain. That was all he felt at that moment. The feeling of a leather belt repeatedly striking his skin as his uncle continued to rage at him for being a freak. He could already feel his skin splitting, blood running down his back. He knew that without his magic, he would already be dead. For as long as he could remember, it had always been like this. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he succumbed to the sweet feeling of unconscious.
Pain. That was all she was feeling. Her nerve endings were on fire from the torture inflicted on her by her father's cruciatus curse as she writhed on the floor of his study.
"You're a disgrace to the family name! You can't even act like the pureblood you are supposed to be. You are not worthy to be in this household!" Her father snarled at her even as she sat up and knelt at his feet. her breathing was laboured as she struggled to take oxygen into her agonised lungs.
With that, her father stomped out of the room, slamming the door on the way out. Leaving her alone, suffering, curled up on the study floor. She couldn't help the bitter smile that made its way onto her face.
She was of pure blood. The most pure. She was expected to marry into another house and continue on her ancestors' legacy. However, she did not want to be subjected to the whims of the other heirs. She just wanted to be a normal girl who could fall in love and marry whoever she wanted. Not be paraded around like an object for her father to auction away. After sending away the latest suitor that her father had invited her to meet with a bludgeoning curse to the crotch, her father had enough. He held her under the curse for almost double the duration he usually did.
Despite the fact that her body was wracked with pain, she managed to crawl her way to her bed. It was not a moment she was proud of, but her legs were not able to support her after being exposed to so much pain. Hence, crawling like some pathetic vermin was her only option. Eventually, as she collapsed on her bed, she finally succumbed to the darkness.