It took every bone in Mattheo’s body not to scream and cry and vomit up his lungs. His best friend had just been tortured with the fucking cruciatus curse right before his eyes. And now {{user}} stood, bleeding and barely coherent. Struggling against the binding charm his father had cast upon him, Mattheo was sobbing uncontrollably. Each tear felt like venom grazing against his skin.

After an eternity, the charm was lifted and Lord Voldemort left the room with a malicious flair.