His words made her skin crawl and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She'd seen their crime scenes, seen what they did and what they left behind, but hearing this one speak was utterly repulsive.
"I am not your baby," she snarled, throwing a rather viscous slashing hex at his wand arm. If she could disarm him, she could possibly catch him, stop him, and if his arm was severed in the process then worse things had happened.
Only he was too fast, disappearing and appearing at random. She moved herself, but a scream and seeing a Death Eater plunge a knife into Bill Weasley had her distracted just that blink of an eye too long. Another scream echoed, this time her own as the the Cruciatus hit her side. An inch, that was all. Had she moved half a second before - but there was no such thought in her mind as pain filled her body. There was nothing to do but endure and hope he lifted the curseĀ“before she went insane or started to beg for death.
As mercy had it, a blast from an explosion dislodged him, and broke the spell. "Confringo!" she yelled, aiming not his chest. She could think of the moral implications of trying to blow a man up later, now she needed to get up and not let him get her again.