"When we were brought to the Manor... I knew what would happen. I knew that Voldemort would be called and I knew that we would probably die, then and there. I hadn't expected... what actually happened." She closed her eyes tightly and blew out a breath. "When Bellatrix turned her wand on me I... God. I saw such terrible things. She made me see horrible futures. Possibilities. Visions of how she'd let Greyback use me before caging me in with him during a full moon. Or how she would peel the skin from by bones, inch by inch, keeping me awake and aware for as long as possible. Or how she'd force Harry and Ron to watch as Nagini ate me. Just... things like that. So many visions, and she made me feel them. I could see and feel what she wanted to do to me. Smell my own dirty blood. What she wanted to make others do to me and... it felt like hours. Weeks. By the time she brought that knife to my arm I had no idea where I was, or who. It had felt like... I had died over and over and over again. Just to be brought back to that drawing room floor before having to experience it, torture and death, all over again."