A/N: Of course, disclaimer. I don't own any of these characters or spells except for one. Also, if you haven't, please read Call of the Raging Wolf before this. This is its sequel.
Ten people gathered in the antechamber near the Great Hall within which the Dueling Club had met almost five years before. Five were Slytherins, and five were Gryffindors. One from each House came up onto the raised platform to face off. They were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, about to redo their duel from that time. The latter, though, had one more thing in mind. They approached each other and stood almost touching noses.
"Scared, Potter?" said Malfoy, just like in second year.
"You wish."
"I have some stakes to lay. Whichever of us loses must surrender his wand to the other."
Harry was shocked; was Malfoy bluffing in order to scare him? He still took his place and assumed his position; Malfoy did likewise.
Those Gryffindors will see their hero be defeated. It will be over quickly.
Then the first spells were cast. None found their marks. No one in the room was hit, much to Malfoy's disappointment.
I'll get you, Potter! Let's see how you like being as stiff as a pillar.
He raised his wand.
"Petrif—" He never finished that spell.
"Vertigo!" This one hit Malfoy with enough force to make him stumble backwards.
What the hell was that? I'll still get you Potter…if I can find you. This would be a lot easier if my head wasn't spinning.
He looked around. He was so dizzy he couldn't tell who was who.
"Petrificus Totalus! Talentegra! Stupefy! Sectumsempra!" he shouted, slashing his wand wildly on the last spell.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's voice came his left.
This spell made Malfoy fall and lose his wand. He was completely discoordinated now.
"Finite," said a voice behind him.
His head stopped spinning. He looked up at the caster; it was Potter.
Oh, no! Where's my wand?
"I just defeated you, Malfoy," Harry informed him at wandpoint. "You willing to surrender?"
Malfoy looked around desperately but to no avail.
I'm going to regret this, but I must if I don't want to be jinxed.
"Yes," he replied sulkily.
He stood up at looked at the Slytherins. Millicent Bulstrode was looking at him in terror. Pansy Parkinson was on the floor in a Full-Body Bind. Crabbe was doing an on-the-spot jig, and Goyle was lying next to Parkinson, Stunned. Behind them was tapestry that had been cut up badly. Bulstrode bent down, picked up something long and thin, and gravely handed it to Malfoy. Malfoy then reluctantly handed his wand to Harry. The wand shot off red and gold sparks, meaning it had chosen a new wizard. Harry then used it to repair Malfoy's accidental damage to his friends and the tapestry.
While the Slytherins walked out slowly and sulkily, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville came up to Harry and cheered as he held up the two wands in triumph. But as he and his friends were leaving, Malfoy looked over his shoulder and glared.
You don't know it, Potter, but you and your friends are going to suffer.
Possibly tonight.
A/N: OK, any comments? Guesses on what will happen next? Please let me know in reviews. Also, please let me know if any of the characters' names or any spells are spelled incorrectly. Finally, if you'd like, you may use the Dizziness Jinx (Vertigo) in your stories if you choose. If anyone came up with that jinx before this story was released, it is just a coincidence. Thanks.
