Spring of 1998

You are 17 years old and you are studying in the 7th year at Hogwarts. Well, how do you study... Studied a couple of months ago. You dropped out of school to help the Order of the Phoenix in the fight against the Dark Lord. You communicated well with Harry, Ron and Hermione and considered it your duty to help them in some way.

During the execution of the next assignment that the Order gave you, you were caught by Death Eaters and captured.

You woke up in a dark and cold basement. Your hands hurt wildly from the chains on which you were suspended from the ceiling.

The place where you came to your senses was gloomy and threatening. The walls were made of dark stone covered with mold, and the windows were narrow and high above ground level, allowing only a minimal amount of light to penetrate inside. In the corner of the room there was an iron bed with a thin mattress on which lay a dirty blanket. Chains and handcuffs hung on the walls, and the floor was covered with a layer of dirt and dust. In the center of the room was a table made of heavy wood, on which lay various instruments of torture. The air was permeated with the smell of old age and horror, creating an atmosphere of terrifying anger and suffering.

Looking around, you saw a dark silhouette in the corner of the room.

— Are you awake, mudblood? A hoarse voice rang out... He was very familiar...