Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, everything belongs to JKRowling

Short note before: this fic might seem very rushed and yes, it probably is. It was just an idea after I saw a vid on youtube and I needed to get it out of my head. If anyone is interested in picking this idea up, type this into youtube: RWBY "Red" Trailer and watch the vid. Obviously Harry is not a girl but that's where I got the idea with the weapons from. I'd be delighted if anyone made a real and lenghty fanfic from that or could point me to a similar one.

I apologize for my atrocious english, I'm not a native speaker. Now, let's get started.

It was cold. He was rubbing his hands, waiting. His feet were slowly becoming numb but he didn't care. He had walked through brute heat, endured all kinds of torture be it of man or nature and the cold as well wasn't new to him.

Another look showed that still nothing was moving. He had waited for days, another few hours wouldn't kill him. Nothing ever did. Sometimes he wondered if he even could die but his promise kept him from trying.

His promise.

There was a fate worse than having everyone around him dying. The fate of being forgotten. Being an outsider. He lost all of them but not because of death. He knew, he was the sole reason why they kept avoiding him but watching his two best friends die had snapped something inside him. After Voldemort was dead, there was happiness- just not for him.

Some wounds don't heal, no matter how much time passes.

Ginny made him promise not to harm himself before she left with someone else.

Still, a bit of anger was in him, that all of them simply cast him aside, ignored his problems. That they were all happy. And he held close to that bit of anger. It was all that was left inside of him.

A movement got him out of his reverie. It was time to hunt.

As he sat later in front of a fire, happily using magic again, he thought about the bounty this escapee would get him. He should probably get new equipment...though he had the newest stuff. But maybe there was this new gun out. It was supposed to implement more spells than before...but he didn't really need that much. So the money would be sent to some orphanage, like usual.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture for a moment how life would have been for him if things went better. He knew he tortured himself but as he saw in front of his inner eye himself, Ron, Hermione and Ginny standing on the train platform...telling their children goodbye...he could feel an emotion blooming in his chest. But it was over before it had begun.

Sighing, he opened his eyes. There seemed to be no hope for him. As he started to meditate to occlude his mind, he saw something in the north...a strange glimmer.

And then he felt magic. A whole lot of magic.

He packed and was gone in a matter of seconds.

In the middle of the ice desert that was called Antarctica, there seemed to be a gate. There was no solid boundary or anything...it looked in the middle was a tiny opening that seemed to suck everything in a radio of one metre inside. It nearly looked quite innocent if Harry hadn't felt that incredible pulsing of magic. Even though he wasn't hunting a criminal or building some new armour, his heart started to beat faster. He had never seen something like this and he had spent the last years finding the most incredible places and phenomenons, if he wasn't hunting. But this was unique. There seemed to be no wizard involved, no technology whatsoever. As if it just appeared on its own. A natural magical occurring, maybe never observed because no wizard ever got so far off wandering here. And muggles wouldn't pick anything up.

Concentrating on the feeling of magic, there was a steady beating, like a hearts pulse. He conjured a little stone, noting that for a moment the beating got faster as he used magic. He conjured another one and it happened again. He then decided on lumos, to hold the spell longer. The beating would get faster if he got nearer or poured more magic into the spell. So this hole reacted to magic. Taking one of the stones, he threw it inside. There was no disrupture but as he looked behind the hole, there was no stone. Either the hole had absorbed the magic so the stone simply disappeared or the stone still existed but somewhere else.

Taking out his multi-use-knife, he activated the heating beam and cut out a block of ice. With a bit of effort, he got it kicked closer to the hole. No reaction, so no magic detected by the hole. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the ice and threw it. There was no sound to be heard. Looking at the other side, again, there was nothing changed. No block, no snow, no water...

Which left only one test. He'd gotten himself life magnets, having no idea for what to use them but right now he was happy he got them. It were two pieces, which always found each other, even if the pull became weaker the greater the distance. But they never stopped moving. The second ability was even better now. If one part was destroyed, the other crumbled to sand.

Now, he would just throw one inside. And if his piece didn't crumble...he would have a look himself on the other side.

Rosmerta was having a peaceful day, most of her customers being the regulars with the addition of some teachers. She thought about adding sweets to her assortment because she was sure Dumbledore alone would make a good profit...but then, she would have to stock them and be careful not to get any pests...Zonkos always complained about some strange fleas and she was never sure if he joked or was serious.

„Could you bring us some butterbeer Rosmerta?" Minerva called.

„Sure thing. All of you?" She got the glasses on the bar table.

„Well except for Severus...like usual." Minerva cast a look at her college who simply crossed his arms.

„So four butterbeers and one ale..." She got everything ready and walked over to their table.

„Where's Hagrid? He usually always comes down with you?" She asked.

„Ah, I fear he had problems with the centaurs again, though it apparently got better. After Professor Laggen had a run-in with them, they were a bit angry." The headmaster asked. Rosmerta just hummed. She never really trusted centaurs but they didn't make any trouble like other people...

„Poor man. Now you have to search for a new professor again, right?" The headmaster nodded.

„At least for the next year. With a bit persuasion Professor Laggen might be talked into teaching the rest of the year." He sighed.

„It was a stupid idea from the beginning anyway." Minerva threw in.

„Yes, the forbidden forest is always dangerous even if you're not a student any more. You never know what might be in there." Sprout added.

The door opened and icy wind came in. Rosmerta turned to have a look and froze for a moment. The lad who came in had something...horrible about him. He didn't look that unusual, no, his boots and cloak were dark in colour and seemed normal enough. As he got his hood back, wild and long black hair became free. His skin was deathly pale and as he looked up she got the feeling his blazing green eyes pierced her soul. While normally she would have just thought him good-looking, his aura made him seem coming directly from a nightmare.

Yes, he had something horrible about him.

„Blimey, I don't think I've seen him before..." she muttered. Some of the professors agreed non-committally.

The strange young man took of his cloak and revealed...quite unusual clothing. He didn't wear robes but instead trousers with a belt that had some strange metallic blocks stripped at his sides. He wore a jacket from the same material which he opened but underneath was just a normal black shirt. But as he moved, his clothing revealed a strange glimmer. It nearly looked like snake skin.

Nearly the whole pub was staring at the lad and he finally seemed to notice. One after another he managed to make them look away with just a glimpse- until he came to the table of the professors.

He got even paler if that was possible and froze. Then, with one movement he had his cloak and was gone.

„We may have scared of a customer Rosmerta, I am very sorry." The headmaster sounded a bit absent.

„Well Professor...I think that might have been a good thing." Rosmerta gulped and went back to the bar.

„He looked familiar somehow." The tiny professor squawked. The others nodded in agreement.

„Well, he is gone. There are so many strangers nowadays." Sprout said good naturally and they went back to the topic of school.

They left the bar an hour later since it was slowly becoming dark. The women were talking and going ahead, Filius hopping through the snow beside them, all of them vividly discussing the use of conjured plants.

The headmaster and the newest addition to the house teachers were a bit behind them, going in silence. After a few rounds of looking around, the headmaster addressed his youngest teacher.

„Is something unsettling you Severus?" The one in question looked up shortly before shrugging.

„I feel as if someone is looking at me...but it could just be my imagination." He replied. Dumbledore frowned before checking discreetly as well.

„In those times you can never be to careful..." A few minutes later, just as they had relaxed a bit, someone spoke.

„Good evening Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape. You might not know me but I have a request to you nonetheless." While Snape jumped, Dumbledore just slowly turned around. There was the strange young man from before.

„And what would that request be Mister...?"

„Clay, Harry Clay. I wanted to ask if I could stay the night at school and look for something in the schools library. It's one of the best and biggest in Britain." He looked honest to Albus. His aura was still strange as before and his eyes had something old about them...but he didn't seem evil.

„Headmaster, we can't let strangers in..." Snape said half stating, half asking. The young man, Clay, hurried and rolled up his left sleeve. Underneath was only pale white skin to be seen.

„It won't be long and most of the students are home anyway. Please, I don't really have money but if there's something else I can do to pay?" The gesture had seemed harmless but was powerful. A white arm, he knew about the dark mark and told them that he wasn't a follower.

„Ah, I'm sure it won't be a problem, come with us Mister Clay. I may come back to your offer." He winked at Mister Clay, who in return smiled sadly.

„Thank you very much Professor. And please, just call me Harry. Most people do." Dumbledore nodded and they started walking again.

„May I ask what material your clothing is made of?" Severus asked. Harry nodded.

„Of course, it's basilisk skin sir." Two things were remarkable in that answer. First of all,basilisks were more than simply rare. Not to speak of their deadliness. The second thing was that he addressed Severus, who might even be younger than himself with sir.

Severus himself also seemed to be surprised.

„You don't need to address me like that..." he mumbled. Harry shortly seemed surprised before he smiled and nodded.

„If you're interested, I might get my hands on some more in the future."

„Do you know the fortune that could bring you?" Severus asked shocked. Harry shrugged.

„I wouldn't know what to do with the money anyway. It's much better to put it in use, if clothes or ingredients for potions."

That started a discussion of potions between the two, wherein Dumbledore could easily see that while interested, Harry was nowhere near the expertise young Severus had. But then, very few people were.

That was how Harry managed to get into Hogwarts. It had been much easier than he thought.

Dinner brought quite the surprise for the Hogwarts staff and students that had stayed. The stranger was allowed to sit at the high table and was talking- which was a surprise in itself, with the grumpy potions teacher.

„Albus, you do know he looks quite suspicious?" Minerva asked the headmaster.

„Really? I thought he is quite charming. Do you know what he answered when I asked him if his quarters were fine? He said it was more than he had in the last years." Minerva just rose her eyebrows sceptically instead of saying something. Albus just chuckled.

A few days later saw Severus in an incredibly good mood since Harry just gifted him with very valuable basilisk parts. All he asked in return was some potion lessons. As Severus asked him why, he answered that he didn't get along with his potions teacher and therefore neglected his studies. The two spent some time together and otherwise Harry was in the library.

The headmaster in the meanwhile had tried to gather some information about him but failed. There was nothing. Just a newly opened account in Gringotts. It seemed in line with the boy saying that he was new in Britain, though he didn't say where he was from. There wasn't even a family named Clay with last name.

As they sat at breakfast, he started a new round of question asking.

„So Harry, what do you do for a living?" Harry looked away.

„Nothing really. I just travel and get by with little works."

„But your clothes must have been really expensive to be made?" The frustrating mysterious boy shrugged.

„I made them myself, like everything I have. I rather not depend on someone else."

„You must be quite good at many things then?" He asked further. Harry shook his head.

„Just enough to get by. I'm good at warding, curse-breaking and fighting. More defence against the dark arts." Dumbledore nodded and his eyes started to gleam. He heard Minerva groan beside him. Severus whispered something to Harry who frowned and whispered back. Severus just shrugged and Harry turned back to the headmaster.

„If you have a vacant place for defence against the dark arts, I'd like to apply. If necessary I will swear an oath not to harm any student or something similar. I understand that I'm not really trustworthy."

„Excellent!" The headmaster exclaimed. „Come in my office later and we will talk about the rest. You will start right after the holidays. Professor Laggen will be happy that he doesn't have to stay."

Harry nodded in agreement. Then Severus said something quietly and he started to chuckle. But the answer the headmaster could hear.

„If it was easy to kill me, I would have been dead when I was a baby."

While his instincts told him that Harry was trustable, he wondered why the young man seemed to have such a troublesome life.

„So you will be the new DADA teacher?" Severus asked as Harry came into his lab. The other man sat on one of the unused tables.

„You said it was alright?" he asked back. Severus snorted.

„I'd never get the post anyway."

„I don't get why you would want the post anyway. I don't know how good you'd be but I know that there's probably not one person in Britain who'd be as good as you in potions." Severus got a slight pink touch on his cheeks. Harry bit back a laugh. Being around the grumpy man, who now was a couple of years younger than him, was pretty amusing. The best were his sarcastic comments to everything. Somehow Harry could better grasp the bitter humour now than as a student. But that had been a whole other thing altogether.

„So what are you making?"

„I'm experimenting with the basilisk venom you gave me. It's not exactly researched since one always lacked the main ingredient...They probably didn't have anyone who was breeding them." He looked at Harry out of the corner of his eyes who started laughing.

„Very smooth Severus! No, I am not breeding them." Severus straightened up.

„but you got so much!" Harry layed his head to the side.

„Well, he was very big. And very old." Silence ensued. Finally, frustrated Severus threw his knife at Harry who caught it easily and was chuckling again.

„I wonder if you'd do that if I wasn't wearing basilisk skin." He said.

„Probably not. As you mention it, did you or did you not say yesterday that you might make another set?"

„I'll try on full moon. I'm always adding a few touches of my own to make it stronger and more flexible. I'll need your measurements by the way. Basilisk skin can't be simply adapted to your body as our normal clothes." Severus nodded.

„Why are you even doing that?" he asked. „For me, I mean."

„Well, you're the first person who isn't treating me like an azkaban breakout. Except for the headmaster but somehow I always get the feeling he'd like to dissect me. Or just use me." Severus hummed.

„Also, I like you. You teach me a bit potions, which I really needed badly. And you're funny." At that Severus looked up.

„Me, funny?" Harry grinned and nodded.

„Yeah, you have a dark humour."

„Has it come to your mind that maybe I'm just annoyed all the time?"

„I think it's funny anyway."

„And I think you're crazy."

„You might be right on that."

„Might? I'm absolutely sure I'm right. You have that creepy aura." Harry laughed.

„As if you were so innocent."

Severus stilled and looked up.

„What did you say?" Harry cocked his head aside again.

„Well I don't care what you do in your free time. If you wanna run around with a white mask, I don't care. But I think that makes us more than even on the creepy scale. Also, did you know what your students say about you? They think you're a vampire!" He laughed again and the tension left Severus body.

„How did you know about that?" He asked after awhile.

„Same way the headmaster knew I wasn't dangerous to the school. I can read a bit of magic. Enough to get by and stay safe."

They stayed silent again.

„Can...can I see it?" Harry asked tentatively. Severus gulped. He only knew Harry for a bit over a week now. He had gifted him with incredible things, had been nice to him and was interested in potions- and managed to stay still and silent while watching, which wasn't a quality found very often. And he already knew he was a death eater. Even if it was a trick, there wasn't much to be lost, was there?

„Fine." He answered and rolled up his sleeve. Harry came closer and looked.

„Does it hurt when somebody touches it?" Severus shook his head. He didn't trust his voice.

„Mmh...the design is quite clear. Death and the sign for eternity. And the snake because of his inheritance...the movement is normal for a magical tattoo...death is quite clear for death eaters. Eternity couldn't be eternally death...either eternally his rulership or that you are bound to him eternally. His little snakes so to speak. I've always wondered what he thought when he made the design." Severus found his voice again.

„Aren't you freaked out?" Harry stepped back and Severus covered his arm again.

„You know, I only heard that it looks really ugly and horrible, so I expected something like that. But this...it's not really a great piece of art but it's also not as if I'd feel the need to run away and puke when I see it. The only horrible thing about it, is the slave binding."

„What's that?"

„Well, essentially, as long as he lives, everyone who has his mark will be connected to him. You will always feel him and he will always be a part of you. I don't know how far he got, but he might be able to posses you through it, see your thoughts or feel emotions if he so wants it. That's purely theory of course. I don't know if he would even be interested in that. Mainly it's probably only for calling you to his side." Severus nodded and got back to his work bench.

„Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Harry apologized. Severus managed a weak grin.

„It's more like scientific interest, right?" Harry nodded and Severus breathed a few times deep.

„It's alright Harry. There has been worse than a little talk about the mark in my life." Harry grinned.

„Thought that you weren't a weakling. Well, I'll be off then. Apparently there are lesson plans to be made."

„Have fun." Severus returned with a bit of schadenfreude in his voice. Harry just threw his knife back and left. The potions expert just chuckled as the knife landed harmlessly in front of him.

„You seem quite close with Severus?" The headmaster asked as Harry came to present his lessons plan.

„I don't know if people like us ever get close to someone but yes, I suppose you could say that." Dumbledore took the parchment and nodded.

„Ah yes, friendship always needs trust. Well, maybe you will have it in time. Are you excited about being a teacher? I saw your abilities, those are quite good but teaching is always a bit different."

„I suppose it will be alright. I once taught a group of teenagers but it was more spell based and a bit less theory."

„Ah, I forgot to ask you last time, do you have personal experience with dark creatures?"

„I think I met quite a few. Though some only once or twice. Like Basilisk or manticore."

„Please sit Harry. It will take a bit until we're finished I think...though on first glance you seem to have thought of everything..." harry sat down and the headmaster levitated a cup of tea towards him.

„Why did you travel so much Harry? Is there something you wish to tell me?" He looked over his half-moon glasses. Harry smiled.

„There isn't really a reason. I lost my home at young age and couldn't find a place to stay until now. I really like the castle. Sometimes it feels as if it's alive." The headmaster smiled as well.

„Yes, Hogwarts really is something else, isn't it?"

For the next half hour, Harry tried to communicate nonverbally with Fawkes, who seemed to have great fun at Harrys grimaces and trilled at him from time to time, while Dumbledore looked through the parchment.

They talked about a few things Harry added that weren't quite necessary but in the end the headmaster was quite impressed.

„I must say Harry, I'm very happy to have you here. Ah, before I forget, Filius would like to have a duel with you and I would be very interested as well to watch."

„Sure. Will it be a formal duel or combat?" Harry answered. Dumbledore smiled.

„We agreed that you weren't quite the formal type so it will be combat. But be warned, our charms teacher is very good." Harry grinned.

„I know. He's a world champion after all. When will the fight be?" Dumbledore looked at his watch.

„Actually it will start in about five minutes. We prepared the quidditch pitch. Mh, looks as if we will be late." Harry just chuckled and got up.

„Speak for yourself headmaster." He said and opened one of the windows. With a mighty jump, he was gone from the office. Flabbergasted, the headmaster rushed to the window to look outside- and his mouth plopped open as he saw the young man fly. Without a broom.

Filius stood waiting at the pitch, up in the stands were the other teachers and a few students. Everyone was quite excited though only Severus and himself knew what this was about. Harry would be allowed to use everything he had and after that it would be decided if he would be invited to the order of the phoenix. He seemed to be a strong fighter and they could use every helping hand they could get.

The time was getting close and there was no sight of Harry. Ten minutes.

Well the headmaster did say that he wanted to talk the lesson plan through with the guy but still. At the corner of the field Filius could make out glimmering in the air. It seemed like a few other watchers were there as well. If Harrys magical aura was anything to go by, he might even be able to take down the headmaster. But only if he was good.

Loud shouting from the stands made Filius look up. There, from the headmasters tower someone had jumped through the window...and flew?

As he came nearer it was clear that it was Harry. But there was no broom.

„This is getting more interesting by the minute..." Filius mumbled. With a bright grin, Harry landed in front of him.

„Well then, I heard we will have a combat fight right?" Filius nodded seriously.

„So, what are the rules?"

„No unforgivables. Fight until the other one gives up or is knocked out. There will be three rounds. Does that sound acceptable?" Harrys only response was showing his teeth as his grin widened.

„It sounds thrilling."

With a red twirl of fire the headmaster appeared next to them.

„It seems we can begin then. Thank you Fawkes." The phoenix trilled in answer before flying up above.

„I will be the judge. Now then, go inside the middle of the field. At the countdown of three the first fight will begin."

Filius walked over to his spot while Harry got in front of him a twenty feet away.

„Remember, no unforgivables! May the best one win...three...two...one...fight!"

There was no movement from either fighters. They watched each other.

„Well if you don't want to start, I will!" Harry shouted. With a flourish of his hand the sand around him began moving. Dust and sand were getting in the air and Filius performed a quick bubble head charm. Harry had made himself invincible- but he couldn't see Filius as well.

He got up shields and started moving. Remembering his stand would not help the boy. But he would have his play field for now...

Suddenly Filius was lifted from his feed and was flying. He needed a second to understand that he had been hit but he immediately fired back after that. But he couldn't see the lad, even from air...which reminded him, he was falling.

He quickly softened his fall and bespelled the dust wand to be blown away. There, in the middle stood Harry, innocently looking at him. Filius got slightly agitated and started to fire openly a few spells.

Harry just waved them away. Filius iced his standing and fired hexes to fuddle with Harrys senses. Harry jumped but the hexes were following him. Filius sent a small armada of spells. Some more powerful some less. He ran around and fired from every direction, also using a spell to let the wind push Harry down. There was no escape for Harry in mid-air. And the second he would come down, he wouldn't be able to stand on the ice and Filius would be over him.

Filius wasn't to careful of his spells, he knew Harry wore basilisk skin which was probably the best armour you could have.

As he watched, Harry took one of the devices that were always strapped at his sides and slid it over his hand so it was over his backhand. Shocked, Filius saw a big shield emerging from the device. Harry flew into the masses of spells kind of...absorbing them. He even turned to get all of them. And with a swift move, he was next to Filius who had just a millisecond to raise his wand and kicked the small man over the field.

He kicked him.

Filius was stunned. Not enough to not fall on his feed but he was still stunned. So that was one device. He wondered what the other one could do. And Harry had physically attacked him.

Well not again. He would take the help of another element.

Fire seemingly engulfed Filius, while he made his way into the ground. As the fire was gone, so was he, without a trace. He would lay tunnels, he had used that tactic once before. Masking his aura, he made his way through the ground in a very quick pace. He knew the pitch very well and he had a very good sense of direction. The boy would fall.

Filius got a feeling of the boys aura and decided to surprise him. Breaking through the ground he immediately attacked. But Harry had been to close to Filius, as he had broken through, he already grabbed his wand hand and directed it away. And he threw Filius onto the hard ground.

While Filius was a very good dueller and very quick on his feed, if someone bigger than him sat on him and held his wand, there wasn't much he good do.

Holding his own wand at his head, Harry spoke.

„Do you give up?"

„Aye. You surprised me." Harry got up and gave him a hand.

„The first match was one by Harry! Get positioned for the second match!" Albus declared with sonorus. Before Harry got to his stand, he turned around.

„You nearly surprised me as well." he said.

„What gave me away?" Filius asked interested. Harry winked.

„I'm never surprised." They stood on their marks again, Filius still wondering about the boys words. Was he just arrogant? Or was he really that good?

„Three...two...one...fight!"

This time, Harry didn't even give Filius a chance to start. Still with one device strapped to his hand, he threw his fist into the ground where he stood. The result was great.

The ground seemed to burst all over but Filius recognized his tunnels- which should have been his ticket to at least one win!

The ground was completely destroyed. There was no even field any more.

„I'm impressed! You managed to dig quite much in such a short time!" Harry yelled over. Filius couldn't even respond. But he already started moving. Gathering rocks, sand and stones together, he forged a shield. With a bit of water, he forged golems from the mud, huge and ready to attack.

If Harry liked physical fighting, he would get it. But he couldn't get close to Filius again, he was faster than him and Filius would always lose. Filius didn't stop and formed more and more golems, some smaller, but two he made really big. They would give him some time laying out another plan.

Harry at least seemed to be happy and absorbed. The boy had really power in him but the golems were made from mud and it wasn't a simple spell keeping them together. If Harry kicked their head of, it simply reformed from the mud.

Filius knew he couldn't attack with spells. Harry took that option from him with his device. So he could destroy or take away the device what was impossible (he already tried a simple accio) since he couldn't get close up. Getting physical objects seemed the best plan, so he started to conjure spears. Looking at Harry again, he saw the boy hovering in mid-air, looking for him. Of course, he could fly...

Filius fired the first spears, before conjuring birds to attack Harry. With a bit of magic, he even made some golem eagles. A bit was an understatement. Filius knew, if he wanted a chance in the third round, he had to be careful with his magic.

The eagles chased Harry in air and the other golems on the ground. Filius could freely attack him with spears. A small smile crept on his face. Golem magic was quite old, it was no wonder the boy couldn't do anything. This round would be his.

But Harry activated his device- once again. This time there was no shield. A red beam appeared like a...sword? He seemed to power it more as it became bright red and the air began to glimmer around it. And as he hit the first eagle, Filius understood.

It was some kind of heating spell, so hot, it dried the golems in an instead and let him shatter them to little pieces. Filius acted fast. The device was activated and there was no shield, he could fire not only spears anymore.

He moved around, to get different angles and fired. This win would be his! But once again, Harry was quicker than Filius would have ever imagined. With his fire sword Harry destroyed the golems and with his other hand he wandlessly summoned their left overs as shields from Filius spells.

Then Filius managed to land the first hit. One of his spears grazed Harrys left arm, the one with the device. It didn't seem to disturb Harry but it gave Filius an idea. He carved a few runes into the next spear heads. They would immobilize Harry in an instant. But Harry had seen him and changed his tactics. His device suddenly fired the sword...and a new one appeared.

Harry used his own kind of spears to get rid of the last golems and Filius saw with horror his own spears flying back to him. Controlling himself quickly, the spears shattered. Behind them was Harry and even though Filius managed to rise a shield, Harry came right through and his fist connected with Filius head.

Everything went black.