Each night, as Claire slipped into a fitful sleep, her dreams became a battlefield where her deepest fears waged war against her fragile psyche. The echoes of Malfoy’s voice reverberated in her mind, his taunts and threats haunting her like a relentless spectre. She saw the glint of the nail that pierced Jamie’s hand, the pain etched into his face eternally seared into her memory. The suffocating atmosphere of the prison pressed upon her, its walls closing in, trapping her in a cycle of torment.