There was a shape on the floor at the very end, a black shape moving upon the floor like a wounded animal. . . . Harry's stomach contracted with fear . . . with excitement. . . .
A voice issued from his own mouth, a high, cold voice empty of any human kindness, "Take it for me...Lift it down, now... I cannot touch it... but you can..."
The black shape on the floor shifted a little. Harry saw a long-fingered white hand clutching a wand rise on the end of his own arm . . . heard the high, cold voice say, "Crucio!"
The person on the floor let out a scream of pain, and attempted to stand but fell back, writhing. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the curse lifted, and the figure groaned and became motionless.
"Lord Voldemort is waiting. . . ."
Very slowly, his arms trembling, the girl on the ground raised her shoulders a few inches and lifted her head. Her face was bloodstained and gaunt, twisted in pain yet rigid with defiance.
"You'll have to kill me," whispered August, sneering her teeth at him.
"Undoubtedly I shall in the end," said the cold voice. "But you will fetch it for me first, O'Keefe... Do you think you have felt pain thus far? Think again. We have hours ahead of us and nobody to hear you scream..."
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the gentle moon / george weasley
FanfictionAugust was named after the full moon she was born under. August Moon O'Keefe. The gentle moon. It's ironic that she was named the gentle moon, considering the moon is anything but gentle to her. Besides August and Jade O'Keefe, all characters belon...
