Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

The Veil

"He's back..."

3rd Y/n:

Barely able to comprehend that her feet were shuffling forward, Y/n slowly regains consciousness.

Her arms were bound behind her back by ropes and a hand was gripping her hair tightly, making a headache transpire in the spot.

The person holding her hostage stopped pushing her forward and Y/n's vision began clearing up.

They were back in the room with the stairs leading to a veil in the middle of the chamber.

Y/n was too busy trying to focus on Harry and Lucius Malfoy to freak out about the veil and her vision/daymare/nightmare.

Her eyesight was still a little blurry and her head was pounding.

Harry had the glass memory ball thing in his left hand and his wand gripped tightly in the other.

Hermione whimpered next to Y/n's left.

She looked over in the direction without moving her head because the person behind her is still gripping her hair.

Very hard mind you.

A death eater with a mask on had a hold on Hermione.

Y/n looked around the room without moving her head in fear of ripping her hair out.

All of her friends, (excluding Harry,) were being held captured by a Death eater.

"To me, Potter." Lucias says, making Y/n advert her gaze back to the center of the room.

Lucias's hand is outstretched towards Harry. "To me."

"Let them go." Harry says.

"Not until you give me the prophecy."

"Don't give it to him Harry!"

"Silence you little bitch of a cousin!" The person holding her hair who Y/n recognizes to be Bellatrix says.

Bellatrix kickes the back of Y/n's legs and makes her fall roughly to her knees while still holding her hair tightly.

"Ah!" Y/n grunts when her knees make contact with the concrete floor.

She shoves her head down so Y/n is looking at the ground.

Y/n feels the tip of a wand on her temple.

"Give him the prophecy or I'm afraid my dear cousin is going to get a little ouchy." Bellatrix says with fake sympathy.

"Harry Potter, whatever you do, do not give him that prophecy!"

Harry hesitates,

"Do you need a little courage Potter?" Bellatrix asks.

She leans down by Y/n's ear. "I think he does, don't you?"

Bellatrix lets go of Y/n's hair. "Crucio!"

Y/n screams and falls on her side.

"Bo!" Neville yells. "Stob it!"

She kicks and writhes but it's useless.

Fire erupts under her skin.

Needles poking and piercing every inch of her body.

She tries to sit up but her arms are still bound behind her back and the pain is too much.

Y/n can vaguely hear her friends yelling but it's hard to hear when the pain is too loud.