A pregnant hush lay over the grounds of Hogwarts, the eerie quiet of early, dark morning when all good children and creatures should be fast asleep. But no one slept that night. Students, teachers, Order members, Death Eaters, house-elves and creatures of the forest alike moved with silent, purposeful tread, some in fear and some in anticipation
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Harry had expected what came next, but it didn't make it any easier to bear. He knew his body would not be allowed to remain unsullied upon the forest floor; it must be subjected to humiliation to prove Voldemort's victory.
"Crucio!" the voice cried, a thin pale hand holding a wand pointing at the body on the ground. Harry shut his eyes tight and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming. His body erupted in overwhelming, searing pain as he was thrown into the air. It hurt so badly his mind blanked to white and he didn't have the presence of mind to keep his body lifeless. His limbs just twisted and flopped on their own and Harry couldn't fight it. He landed on the ground again, glasses falling a few feet from him, and kept biting down on the inside of his cheek, to keep from sobbing now. His mouth was full of blood, but he didn't dare spit it out. He prayed no one would notice the tears that had slipped out too, only assume he had been crying earlier.
"Put his glasses back on. And you will carry him." Voldemort hissed out orders and Death Eaters moved to carry them out, Hagrid prodded forward with great, giant tears rolling down his face. "You must make sure everyone sees, Hagrid, what has happened to their little hero. What will happen to all of those who defy the Dark Lord."
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