The relief of the spell being lifted was brief as the pain of Rodolphus' words hit harder than any spell could. Rolling around, he cast off a slashing hex followed by a blasting hex.
'My. Father. Did. NOT. Support. Your. Views!' he snapped through grated teeth, getting to his feet. He could feel the pain coursing through him still - only it wasn't the pain of the spell, it was the pain of hearing his mother talked of in past tense.
So he had killed her already. Why then had he sacrificed so much? Why had he let Percy go? Why had he let this information slip? Why? When his mother was already gone?
'You're a monster, and I'll never join you!' he half shouted, half growled, casting another slashing hex, nearly blinded by the anger roaring in his chest.