"Crucio," and everything disappeared beneath the haze of pain. Like her skin and muscle was being flayed from her bones, like her skull was being crushed in a vice, like every inch of her, inside and out, was on roaring, consuming fire. She was vaguely aware that she was seizing, her body jerking and flailing, teeth clattering together, only held up by the iron grip on her hair, but everything else was just pain.