6. Crucio
The air was musty, clouded in fog.
"Where am I?" Charlie wondered, looking down. He was clad in a dark robe, clenching his wand so tightly his knuckles were white against his tan skin.
Something snapped behind him. Charlie whirled around to see his brother Bill, also clad in a dark robe, wand at the ready.
"What's going on Bill?" Charlie asked.
"Ssh! Be quiet!" Bill hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Well, no," Charlie admitted at a whisper's volume. Bill disappeared into the fog.
"Hey, wait!" Charlie called after him in a hissed whisper. A figure stepped out of the fog. Charlie's eyes widened. It was Him. The fog lifted.
Bill lay sprawled on the ground, dead. Charlie couldn't barely contain his disbelief: Harry Potter stood over Bill's body, a sickly grin spread across his face.
Charlie reacted instinctively.
"CRUCIO!" He screamed, pointing his wand straight at Harry, watching in horror the effect the spell took on the boy-
And Charlie jumped up in bed with a terrified cry, shaking himself out of his nightmare, his a-shirt soaked to the skin in sweat. He pulled his hair back with shaking hands.
"I hope I never have to do that again."
__________________
[RIGHT] Always... |