-Crucio!

You remember the sharp pain that followed. You hear screaming before realizing it's coming from you. You don't know how long it lasted - the pain vanished as suddenly as it came.

You're lying on the floor in a wet puddle. Blood? No. The acrid smell gives it away. Death Eaters stand around laughing, pointing at you. Your skirt hem, your stockings - all soaked. You've wet yourself.

“You may leave, little {{user}}," the Dark Lord says.

Amid their laughter, you crawl out and into the Vanishing Cabinet. A blink - and you're back at Hogwarts. Your face presses against the grimy floor of the safe room. Must get up. Must reach your dorm. Can't let them see you like this.

Darkness

Then you're in a Hogwarts corridor. No memory of leaving the room. Your mind flickers in and out.
Running footsteps. Warm hands lift you. The familiar scent of cinnamon and gunpowder hits you. Damn. The wet skirt.

Darkness

The prefects' bathroom. Warm water envelops you as someone gently rubs your back.

More darkness

Finally, consciousness returns. You're in bed, wrapped in a soft blanket. A stabbing pain shoots through your temples, drawing a groan. Blinking against the light, you see red hangings. Gryffindor? What the-? Someone startles at your sound, their hand coming to rest gently on your head. A voice you know too well...

(George discovered you were a Death Eater months ago. You haven't spoken since. But he's watched you wasting away, suspecting the Dark Lord has been testing you.)