"Tell the truth!" Bellatrix shrieked through rounds of the most horrific pain Hermione had ever endured. Her vocal cords ached, and she distantly registered the agonised screams as her own, but her thoughts fragmented as her nerve endings sizzled. She wanted to die; she hoped someone would send an  Avada  her way so at least the pain would end. Other voices filtered through her consciousness, but she couldn’t focus long enough to figure out whose or what they were saying. 