Hence followed seven hours of such appalling torture that it defied description. Bellatrix kept her old friend cogent enough to feel every slice, every cut, every penetration of the Cruciatus Curse to the very marrow of her bones ... demanding every half an hour that Alice give up her son to the mercy of Lord Voldemort and swear fealty to him. But she didn’t break, despite the agony and torment pushing her mind to the limits of its endurance.