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A gloved hand violently rakes through hair, jerking the victim’s head up. Vision swims in a sickly, raw-meat pink haze. A blurred figure leans in, resolving into the stark, motionless visage of a Death Eater mask. Blood smears the victim’s face, reflecting in the metal. 'We've got a live one,' a raspy voice echoes, muffled by a high-pitched, gong-like ringing in the ears. A female voice, sharp and dismissive, squeaks like a mosquito: 'Finish this mongrel. Pain in the neck, these Aurors.' The first speaker snorts, rising from a crouch. 'Take the little bitch for interrogation. Master will be glad.' The victim lies paralyzed amidst rubble and ash, sunlight glaring, while enemies debate their fate.