It was silent after hours at the Ministry of Magic. The only sound to be heard was the breathing of a beautiful witch. She was wearing black robes, the same color of her hair that fell upon her bare shoulders. She glanced around the hallway as she seemed to be expecting someone. There was no one around. Cautiously she began to walk forward, as her eyes continued to scan the hallway. Ranks of inferi slowly began to follow her as they shuffled haphazardly behind her.
The witch continued to march though out the hallways, her eyes constantly darting about as if she expected to see someone lurking in the shadows. She didn't, and it only made her more alert. She was sure there would have been someone in the Ministry at this late hour, a watchman, a janitor, something, as she continued through the hallways. Finally she turned a corridor to her destination, The Death Chamber.
But something blocked her way, aurors. There were seven on them, six surrounding a seventh, and they all had their wands drawn. But the one in the center was no ordinary auror, it was the famous Harry Potter.
"I was beginning to wonder who was here" the witch said.
"I know what you are trying to do" Harry said. "It won't work."
"Out of my way Potter, and take your friends with you" the witch said as her eyes narrowed.
The aurors acted, but the witch was faster. She swung her wand about in a wide arc. Only Harry had the reflexes to avoid the spell as he dived to the ground. He looked around and saw the other aurors. They were either dead or dying, bleeding from their chest, cut down by the witch's curse. One was cut completely in half. Harry saw another auror meekly lift his wand at the witch to cast one last spell. The witch pointed her wand at him and then point her wand in the air. The wounded auror rose in the air also. The witch snapped her arm back down at the ground, and the wounded auror hit the floor with a sickening bone-crunching snap. Now it was just the witch and Harry.
This was the way it was supposed to be in Harry's mind. He didn't want help with this. He wanted to face the witch alone. After all, he felt this was his fault. He saw the witch's fascination develop with Dark Magic. He heard her probing questions. He knew her emotional state would make her vulnerable to temptation. All this time Harry knew he should have done something but didn't. Now six men lie dead because of him.
Harry stood up from the ground and fired a curse at the witch which she easily deflected. The two circled each other looking for an opening, occasionally exchanging spells. Harry kept his eye on the inferi but they seemed oblivious to what was going on around them. Harry decided to take a risk and purposely let his guard down. The witch saw the opening and fired a red bolt at him. Harry was knocked backward by the blast and was flung into a nearby wall.
The witch smiled triumphantly as she pointed her wand at Harry. Soon Harry was lifted into the air by his feet.
"I expected better from you Harry" the witch taunted.
"Beginner's luck" Harry said sarcastically. "What do you intend to do with me now anyway?"
"I'm sorry but I will have to kill you now. I warned you and you dared to stand against me. You have given me no other choice" the witch said.
"Can I have one last request?" Harry asked.
The witch raised her eyebrow and asked "And what would that be?"
"For Cedric to see what you have become."
The witch was stunned at what Harry said. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. Her face then showed a strange mixture of both anger and grief, rage and sadness. She lowered her wand and Harry fell to the floor. She said something in a language Harry couldn't understand. The motionless inferi began to walk towards him and grabbed him roughly. As they slowly carried him away Harry began to think about the witch's reaction to his statement. She wasn't gone yet, she wasn't completely evil.
He still had time to save her.