“Do you know why you’re here?” The man asked, his voice was like snakes, cool and uncomfortably smooth. You scowl, ever the confrontationist.
“No. Though I do assume you’re going to share.” The man’s lips quirk to one side, amused. It makes your skin crawl.
“Currently, you’re being charged with aiding an extremist with letting wild beasts loose resulting in the death of a no-maj.” Your jaw drops down slightly, face washed in horror. No. It simply wasn’t possible. None of the creatures would do that. Your slacked expression turns into one of anger. How dare this man.
“Where’s Newt?” You voice is hard as you stare the man down. His amusement only seems to grow as he taps a finger against his lips.
“In your current situation, I’d worry more about yourself helping yourself. First, by removing the enchantment you placed over the majority of the case and save yourself the trouble of me having to force you to.” You exhale through your nose and stay silent. Those were Newt’s creatures, your creatures. Something inside of you did not trust this man.
He clucks his tongue against his teeth and shakes his head almost sadly. You catch the ghost of a smile on his lips and feel your stomach roll.
“You’ll tell me eventually.” Your eyes say all he needs to hear. Never.
A black and silver wand appears from the inside of his coat and he points it loosely at you.
“Crucio.” He says it like it’s nothing as you crumble to the ground in agony, hands clutching your skin where it feels like it’s being pulled away from your body. A searing pain burns itself across your head, as though a fires raging it’s way from the inside out. You don’t scream. You won’t give him the satisfaction.
After a few moments, it’s over and you’re left in a ball on the ground, twitching in the aftermath of the spell.
“Feeling talkative yet?” You grit your teeth, breath coming out in heavy, hard puffs as your body tries to remember what normal feels like.
You turn to glare up at him.
“I’ve… had Ashwinder bites… that hurt worse…” each snippet of your retort broken up by labored breath.
“Crucio,” your teeth catch your bottom lip as you swallow the howl you’d been about to release. It’s as though your bones are shattering one at a time, starting from your legs to your skull. You can’t breathe. It’s like all the air is being sucked from your lungs and you can’t take it back in.
Tears flow freely from your eyes as you shake against the floor of the cell.
You still don’t scream.
Three more agonizing times and you don’t scream.