A few minutes, or hours had past. No one really knew how long James was under the cruciatus, screaming shrilly whilst staying as stiff as a board. Once Voldemort recovered from his fit of rage, he let go, blinking as if he had lost himself; which he had. The AK green left his eyes, leaving behind the familiar ruby. His eyes were still trained on the still Potter patriarch. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were clouded with the tell-tale sign of insanity. He gazed off distantly and hummed to himself when he got his breathing under control; oddly content and emotionless. Lily looked at him at horror.