His words had no sooner left his mouth than Neville found himself on the floor, crippled by pain so bright that it clenched up his jaw and his throat so he couldn’t even scream—the only sound that emitted from him was a surprised grunt. His whole body locked up in response to the Cruciatus but his eyes remained open and unable to blink, staring up at the Dark Lord who looked down on him impassively, his hands held behind his back.