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"You have given me no choice Potter, yes, this ought to loosen your tongue. CRUCIO" Umbridge's shrill voice ran through the room just before Harry's scream came. It was so sudden nobody knew what to do. Harry fell out of his chair and onto the ground, but he didn't notice. A thousand red hot knives slowly pushed themselves deeper and deeper into his skin. His blood was boiling and his throat betraying him letting out screams of agony, but soon after it started it stopped. Harry let out a moan of relief. He struggled but eventually sat up, his round glasses were askew and cracked in the left eye. "Ready to tell me who you were talking to in my fire?" she puckered her lips and asked in a sweet voice as if she was talking to someone little child and not the 15-year-old who she had cast the torture curse on.
"In your dreams..." Harry was never in his whole life going to tell that toad of a teacher where Grimmauld Place was. His vision was blurry and scattered due to the fractures in his glasses. Hermoine was crying in her hands.
"Professor, please!" She cried. She glanced up from her hands, and to Harrys, surprise, there were no tears. But Umbridge didn't seem to notice because Hermoine quickly put her head back into her hands. Neville's face was full of emotion, it must be hard knowing this was how his parents ended up insane. I wish he didn't have to see this, Harry thought. Umbridge looked ready to cast another curse anytime.
"Potter, I will not accept this kind of behavior, crucio!" Harry was unable to do anything about this. His yells of pure pain were louder this time, Neville had to look away, tears were slipping down his face. Umbridge let out a cruel giggle as she held the curse longer this time. Harry didn't know where he was, was Harry even his name? The curse let up, but this time Harry didn't get up, he lay on the pink carpet twitching slightly. His eyes were glazed but he was fighting the urge to escape and sleep. His eye lids were heavy. Neville was the only one who dared to talk while Umbridge was catching her breath.
"H-Harry?" His voice cracked. "Mate, are you okay? You got to s-stay with us, you h-have to." The Slytherins loosened their grip slightly, it seemed they were even beginning to doubt Umbridge. Ron was red from anger, yet he was pale from Harry's hurt screams. Hermoine was no longer faking it; real tears were staining her face. Harry didn't answer at first. But after a few seconds he pushed himself onto his knees. At that moment he yelped out in pain, but not from the curse.
"I could do this for hours..." A white hand pointed a wand at Harry's godfather. "Grab it and I will make your death painlesssss." The voice of Voldemort hissed. It was cold and snakelike. Sirius looked up.
"Never. You'll just have to kill me." Stubborn, just like Harry. Even when tortured he would never give up.
"Don't worry I will, but have it your way, crucio!" The dark lord was using the exact same curse that had been used on Harry. He was taken back to the dizzying pink office. He felt sick, his scar was pounding against his brain, threatening to rip open. He couldn't take it and retched. Umbridge's toad eyes were wide and bulging.
"YOU-DARE!" She shrilled. "CRUCIO!" An evil smile appeared on her face as Harry sobbed and screamed. This time, it felt like his bones were bending and breaking, he was shattering into a thousand pieces. He was unable to pull back together. Umbridge didn't take the curse off this time. "YOU… HAVE… GONE… TOO… FAR… POTTER! DEFIYING THE MINISTRY! YOU WILL PAY! AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SICK IN MY OFFICE!" She held the curse on Harry's shaking body. His glasses fell off a while ago. His signature scar blazed into his head. Shining with a bright red sheen. His screams were cracking. The lightning on his head felt like it was being dragged down his body, splitting him open. His left eye burned and felt as if it was being stabbed. Umbridge didn't look like she was going to let the curse up anytime soon. Harry's screams of torture were slowly decreasing to moans of pain. Madness slowly taken him. His eyes were completely white and glazed, the left more so. Sweat beads dripped down his forehead where his famous scar lay. In fact, his scar had a single drop of blood leak from the old wound. But he also had blood dripping from his ears, mouth, and nose, small streams making crimson lines down his face. He was twitching and shaking on the floor as Umbridge refused to lift the curse.
"Professor!" Neville yelled, "You have no idea what you are doing!" His face was wet with tears as he imagined his own parents being tortured with blank eyes. Ron was red from his nose to his ears. He was trying to shake out of Crabb's arms, but the pudgy man was stronger.
"YOU-YOU LITTLE- "Ron was cut off short as the door was flung open. The greasy black-haired potion teacher burst into the room.
A/N: There you go! This is my first fanfic, so bear with me. PLEASE REVIEW! I take all types of reviews, good and bad, and if you know how to help my story please don't be afraid to give suggestions!