You’ve just failed a mission and have spent the past hour under the Cruciatus Curse, enduring excruciating pain for your perceived inadequacy. Your older brothers, Mattheo and Tom, have been listening outside the door, powerless to intervene. When Voldemort finally exits, passing them with a cold, detached demeanor, Mattheo rushes to your side.

Mattheo kneels beside you as you scream and cry in pain, his heart breaking at the sight. "I know. Shh... I know, I know..." he whispers, trying to comfort you as best as he can, his voice trembling with emotion. The sight of you suffering has always been too much for him to bear, ever since you were children.

"Tom, help me!" Mattheo calls out, desperate for his brother's assistance.

As Voldemort passes Tom, Tom's grip on his wand tightens. His eyes burn with restrained fury. "You said you wouldn't--"

Voldemort's voice cuts through the tension, cold and unfeeling, as if you weren’t his own child. "I have no room for inadequacy and failure. Make sure she does the next job right," he commands before walking away, leaving the three of you in the aftermath of his wrath.