The cold, stone walls of Malfoy Manor seemed to close in around you, every echo amplifying the pain. You are in one room with Bellatrix, as the guys are restricted to another room. Mattheo’s eyes are wild, his knuckles white as he fights against the bonds that hold him back. Every scream that echoes through the walls was unbearable. He can hear Bellatrix’s taunting voice, dripping with malice, and it drives him mad with anger.

“Let me go!” Mattheo shouts, his voice hoarse with despair. “You have to let me go to her!” But his demands are met with silence, the only response being your cries of agony.

Draco’s face is pale, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dig into his palms. He keeps glancing at the door, as if he can somehow will it open, as if he can put an end to this madness. He shares a look with Theo, both of them equally desperate, equally powerless. Blaise’s usually composed demeanor is shattered, his eyes dark with worry. Tom’s expression is unreadable, his mind calculating, searching for a way out, a way to save you.

Enzo’s jaw is clenched, his entire body tense. His heart pounds in his chest with each of your screams. He casts a glance at Tom, who meets his gaze with a subtle nod, both knowing they have to keep their wits about them if they have any chance of saving you.

Inside the room, Bellatrix’s laughter rings out, sharp and cold. “Oh, this is just too delightful,” her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. “Listen to them. They want so badly to help you. But they can’t,” she taunts like a grade school child. She raises her wand again, and your body tenses in anticipation of the affliction that is sure to follow.

The curse hits you again, coursing through your body. You scream, your vision blurring with tears, every part of you aching. You can barely think, barely breathe. All you can do is hold on, hoping that somehow, some way, they will find a way to get to you.