I hold my head and break eye contact with Voldemort as I double over in pain. Vaguely I can hear Voldemort cry out, maybe from pain or from anger, I don’t know. The pain keeps intensifying and as if a cage on the inside of my body is broken open, I feel magic overwhelming me. I imagine the wisps dance around my body, helping me fight off the torture. The pain is getting less and I am able to stand again.