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Chapter Four

Night had fallen over the beautiful castle of Hogwarts. A loud crack was heard in the courtyard, catching everyone's attention. When McGonagall laid eyes upon a very familiar pale haired woman, a smile couldn't help but form on her face.

"Cilla, it is good to see you again." She said, coming forward to embrace her as the stone knights came out of the castle. Molly Weasley recognized her immediately from when she visited the Order some time ago.

"Did Mad-Eye tell you of the plan?"

"Yes, and I have found a copy of the spell. In case you may need it." McGonagall pulled out a small piece of parchment and placed it into Cilla's hands. "Are you sure you know what you are doing my dear?"

Cilla offered her old professor a grave smile. "Not really," McGonagall gave her old student a stern look before she embraced her once more. Cilla watched as teachers and the Order came out and raised their wands to the sky. They all muttered the same spell, balls of light erupted from their wands to form a barrier around the castle. Now all they had to do was wait, wait for whatever upending doom that may await them.

Many shared glances and hugs with one another, not knowing the outcome of this night. Not knowing whether they would survive or not.
The night seemed to grow darker and time seemed to stand still. Clouds rolled in, covering the light of the full moon, and an eerie chill came upon the wind. The air grew cold, like the calm before the storm, they braced themselves for what was to come.

Upon the horizon line they saw them; standing on the cliffside just across the way from the castle at the entrance of the dark forest. Hundreds upon thousands of people clad in black; they appeared like an evil fog in the night.

The Death Eaters, and in the blink of an eye a mass of glowing orbs went shooting into the sky. When they came into contact with the barrier it was as if a fleet of cannons went off simultaneously.

Everyone stood with their wands at the ready; this was going to be a night for the ages.

Harry walked around in the white world that resembled Kings Cross Station. Dumbledore had just left him, now he was alone. He took a seat on the bench nearest him and sighed. What to do now? Everything was quiet around him. He sat there and he waited. What else was there for him to do? What could he do, and where would he go now?

The sound of soft footsteps echoed around Harry. He stood from the bench and looked around trying to find the source of the sound. Then as quickly as they came, the footsteps stopped and all was quiet again.

"Harry?"

Slowly, he turned around, and there standing before him was Cilla. "Cilla…how did you get here? Did you die too?" Softly she smiled and shook her head.
"No Harry I am here because of a spell that I cast. It's sort of like astroprojection. My body stays behind but my spirit can go anywhere." She lead him back to the bench. "Harry, I don't have much time. I am in need of your help."

"Why do you need my help? I'm useless here."

"No, Harry, you are not useless. You remember the conversation I had some time ago with the Order?" Harry nodded slowly; he and the others had been listening in. Out of her sleeve Cilla pulled out a vial that was filled with a glowing white liquid that whenever it moved you could see sparkling flecks of something in the liquid. "In this vial is the potion that will sustain Tom's soul until I can separate him from Voldemort." She placed the vial in his hands.
"I need you to find him and make him drink this." Harry gasped when he saw Cilla's hands beginning to fade away.

"Go Harry hurry! There's not much time!" her voice echoed into nothing as Cilla fully disappeared. Harry burst into a dead run and made his way back to where he had seen Tom Riddle's soul. Once he had found him he ripped out the cork and held the vial in front of his mouth.

"Come on Tom, drink it. Please."

A sigh escaped Harry as Tom began to drink the elixir and the light that was once in the potion now filled his entire body. His skin began to glow as the magic began to take effect. Harry watched as he began to change. Limbs were growing back to normal size, and his face and body were returning to normal, hair sprouted from his head as the once bald head now filled with ebony hair. Harry watched in amazement as Tom Riddle returned to life.

Everyone couldn't believe it, lying in the arms of Hagrid was the lifeless body of Harry Potter. But Cilla knew better as she watched from within the castle, waiting for the opportune moment. A smile formed on her face as commotion erupted from the crowd below as Harry Potter once again lived.

Now was the time, Harry…take him somewhere out of the way of the others. No one else must be harmed. This ritual I will perform is strong and deadly. Take him somewhere away from all the others. Harry heard Cilla's voice loud and clear in his head as he and Voldemort held their the castle they fought sending spell after spell to one another. All the while Harry kept thinking, where could he take him? Where would it be safe for Cilla to perform her ritual?
Cilla, go to the courtyard!

As quickly as she could, Cilla apparated to the courtyard and there she waited until a smoldering black smoke came crashing into the ground. This was it, Harry and Voldemort were on the ground crawling towards their wands. Cilla came out of hiding and quickly took a stand behind Voldemort as he and Harry grabbed their wands. They called out their spells and their wands once again shared their link.

"Cilla, disarm him!" He shouted to her, Harry look at her for a brief moment before offering her a small hardly noticeable nod. She shed a single tear as she closed her eyes.

"Please forgive me, Tom." she said softly as she raised her hand and began to chant softly. Voldemort felt a warm feeling beginning to form at the center of his back. It was distracting to him as her chants became louder and the heat became intense.
"Si relgr acht wer arcaniss di wer vaslakni, nymuer sia plea. Letoclo ve save wer vanti ir de wer vregnth batobot svabolen consumed jacion. Duulo jacida sepa de wer malsvir ir batobot claimed jacion. Letoclo ve reclaim wer tobor batobot jahus stolen de jacion. Letoclo ve save nomeno vanti, letoclo ve save wer sepa di tom riddle."
By now, Voldemort had disengaged his spell for he was in too much pain to concentrate. Harry ceased his spell as well watching, eyes wide in wonder and horror as a blinding white and shimmering light was literally being pulled out of Voldemort's body.

"Harry!"

From behind him, he heard Hermione's voice whilst Ron and other members of Hogwarts came out and began to stare in wonder. Voldemort continued to scream in utter pain til the shimmering light was completely pulled from his body.

A shock wave of magic was sent through the courtyard blasting everyone off their feet. Lucius, who had found himself in the crowd of students and teachers, looked on in horror as his sister was thrown off her feet. And with a final flick of his wand, Harry had defeated Voldemort.

"CILLA," He ran to her quick as lightning, followed by his wife and son. "Cilla, Cilla…Answer me!" he shouted as he picked her up in his arms hoping to God she was still alive. Blood had begun to pour from her nose due to the stress she had been under. Even her once healed scar had now re-opened due to the amount of strength and energy it took to perform that spell. Lucius looked down in horror at his wounded baby sister.

"I thought you were dead, all this time you were alive." He whispered to himself.

"Lucius?"

McGonagall came up behind him gasping when she saw the state that Cilla was in. "Hagrid!" The giant man quickly ran over to them "Quickly take her inside she must be seen to by Poppy at once." Hagrid picked up Cilla and carried her off.

Lucius heard a soft groan from beside them; everyone looked and saw a now human Tom Riddle.

English translation of the Spell

i call upon the magic of the universe, hear my plea. help me save the innocent one from the wicked that which consumed him. free his soul from the evil one that claimed him. help me reclaim the life that was stolen from him. help me save this innocent, help me save the soul of tom riddle.