Little Lies ▹ Sirius Black ✔️ (undergoing editing as of 28/06/20)

46•Pain Worse Than Death

'Pain so excruciation you ask yourself; is it worth it?'

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A week later Kefira was in Potions partnered with Peter Pettigrew as the two attempted to brew an acceptable draft of cough potion when a small ounce was spilled onto Kefiras arm. Rather than a rather round of vigorous coughs escaping her throat, the potion (which was most likely brewed wrong) left scorch marks down her arm.

Slughorn tutted, weaving around the tables and over to the two students, "You best head over to the hospital wing, Miss. Howendale," He sighed, the scorch marks turning a nasty shade of red, "You will be fine on your own, yes?" Kefira nodded picking up her overloaded bag from under the floor and leaving the Potions classroom, keeping her eyes glued to the floor and away from any prying eyes.

Due to lessons now being in full swing now the corridors were empty except the occasional student that wandered past. The cool breeze blew in from the windows as Kefira ascended up the stairs from the dungeons when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.

Kefira hurried in her pathway, the words of Regulus ringing through her head, she stopped when she heard a taunting laugh right behind her, "You really think, you can run away from everything and we wouldn't find you?"

Barty Crouch Jr was a fourth-year Slytherin, although he was two years younger than the girl he was definitely a lot more skilled in the Dark Arts than she would ever hope to be. Alongside him were Mulciber and Avery, two other Slytherins, and Kefira's fellow sixth years.

Wicked smiles were plastered on their face - wands raised in front of them - Avery chuckled darkly, "We've being given permission to do this you know."

Kefira frowned, "So it's true?" She gulped, "You're all....what's the pathetic name pratts like you have given yourselves....DeadMunchers, or....?"

Crouch laughed humorously, "You think you're funny, do you?"

Kefira swallowed, her pride escaping down her throat with it, "No, but you seemed to think it was." Crouch only frowned, pausing in his steps.

Mulciber rolled his eyes, "You deserve everything coming to you." Kefira was about to make another snarky remark - due to the Gryffindor in her not knowing when enough is enough - but before she could, Mulciber raised his wand, hatred seeping like venom from his lips, "Crucio."

Kefira fell down to the cold stone floor, her mind jumbling like a puzzle as a sharp pain laced its way through her head and ripping apart her muscles and ripping apart her skin. The pain was so unbearable she couldn't pinpoint where the spell had hit her; her body was in absolute agony. Her already pale skin turned hollow and clammy as her face twisted in agony. Colourful spots flashed before her eyes as a scream so raw escaped her throat - Avery had to take a double-take - as her body was consumed by a pain that had no end or limit.

Kefira had never thought about death, only about what would happen after, but this seemed like a very prominent way to go; as the muscles in her body clenched in agony as her spine twisted in an unnatural way, she could only hope this wasn't what death was like. She always thought it would be peaceful, maybe a new life where they were no pain or suffering - but maybe this showed it was very different from what she had originally thought.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity the pain stopped. Then they were nothing. Nothing. Her body laid weakly on the cold corridor, the sound of retreating footsteps slapping the floor echoed in her ears as her torturers ran from the scene of the crime.

All Kefira could do was lie weakly on the floor, her blonde hair tangled over her face as a whimper of agony escaped her throat. She couldn't move when she heard the old bell ring signaling the end of the lesson, or when she heard thundering footsteps of students as they rushed to their next lesson, or when she heard the terrified whispers and screams of students and her mangled body came into view.

The students all stood around warily, Ophelia Dales coming forth towards the girl muttering something she couldn't hear from the incessant ringing in her ears. Only when the crowd parted and Professor Slughorn came barging through with several vials of Skele-Gro did the crowd of students part like the Red Sea. Slughorn gasped, the vials tumbled to the ground and shattering around his feet, he hurried towards the girl, "Oh, my."

Kneeling before the girl he gently touched her shoulder, causing her to groan loudly in pain, causing him to quickly withdrawal his hand. "Miss Howendale? What happened?" Kefira only groaned in response, causing Slughorn to turn around and face Bertram Aubry (the Ravenclaw Sirius and James hexed the previous year), "Ah, Mr. Aubry, can you please run ahead and inform Madame Pomfrey of the happenings here?" Bertram nodded and dashed ahead.

Professor Slughorn looked around warily, "Everybody move along, best not be late to your next lesson," Slughorn then looked back towards the student, using his wand to levitate her without hurting her anymore he turned around and looked back at lingering students, "That goes for you lot too, Black, Evans, Pettigrew."

Slughorn then dashed down the corridor, Kefira's weak body floating behind him with her head tipped weakly to the side and her arms hanging below her.

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Published 06/06/20 22:56

I haven't edited this so I'm sorry.
And....
Basically, I did something, there's going to be 54 chapters in this book all together which means 8 more chapters to go. I've planned them all out and I'm really excited to finish this book since it has been over a year since I've started it (then I can finally edit! Whoop!) Thanks for reading.