It was cold, lying on the stone floor. It was embarrassing, getting tortured over her blood status. It was painful, with Bellatrix never relenting on the Cruciatus curse. But, what hurt the most, was knowing that she could never tell her family or friends goodbye. She would never experience life. She would never see the end of the war, and how society was rebuilt. She was losing hope, because she knew no one could save her.