He fixed his eye on Nagini and watched her as she slithered round and round him. He only looked away to throw his head back and scream in agony, as Voldemort tortured him with the cruciatus curse. On and on it went, like fire in his blood burning him to ashes, threatening to split him open from the inside and spill his guts on the grass, when just as suddenly as it had started, it was gone. Laughter echoed in the graveyard. Harry panted, hanging loosely in his bonds and making no attempt to recover his previous position. Not much longer now. He twitched in anticipation as the snake slithered away towards the Death Eaters, and he knew his time had come.