I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, but I have been very busy. PS - Regardless of what people say Catwoman is following the plan I set out on, and I haven't screwed the story up and I resent the comments that say I have. Let me tell you something, if you don't like my stories then don't read them.

Up in flames.

Huntress ducked as the Death eaters curse whizzed over her head, missing her hair by only an inch, and shattered the shop window right behind her and frightened the already scared customers and shop workers. Using her body's elasticity, she bunched herself up and catapulted herself at the death eater after a minute since the curse was launched at her.

She didn't get off the ground. The death eater was brought down in the surprise attack. Reaching over, she grabbed the Death eater's head and snapped his neck. Leaping off him she went after new enemies, and she found them. She came falling down on them, kicking one of the surprised death eaters in the chest before he could even more and get his common sense back. The other one she was targeting, she swiped the wand out of his motionless hand before she punched the living daylights out of him. The metal of the death eaters mask wasn't strong enough to withstand the brunt of the attack, and even though it hurt her knuckles, she could tell the death eater was in even more pain. When her enemy was unconscious, she reached down and snapped his neck and spine. One more death eater down.

Huntress was just getting up from her deed when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. Danger. She reacted just in time to avoid the cutting curse, only it sliced her arm through her jacket. It was lucky, the target was the back of her chest.

Huntress spun round, and saw the one who fired off the curse. It was Lord Voldemort, with 6 death eaters behind him. Huntress fingered the wound, controlling the bleeding. She sneered at Voldemort, " Look at this, do you know how difficult it is to find black clothes that look sexy?"

On the other end of the comm connection, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and sighed. Typical Helena, faced with a dark lord with the desire to kill you, and she focuses on a cut to her jacket. " Fuck it Helena," she mumbled, " don't mess around."

Voldemort didn't care or understand about fashion, so he sneered. " Helena Potter. We meet again, only this time I will kill you."

Huntress ducked down and the innocent bystanders were pushed to the ground, held down by Helena's awesome power. In the windows of the shops the glass started to crack. Suddenly the glass shattered, but the glass didn't fall to the ground as it might be expected. Instead the shards shot toward the death eaters and Voldemort. The dark wizards, taken aback, were unprepared for the onslaught of broken glass. The death eaters were sliced to ribbons by the pieces of glass. They were sliced in the neck, the arms, some shards even embedded themselves into the hoods, going through into the brain and through the skull.

Voldemort himself hadn't survived the glass onslaught; he'd been sliced in dozens of places, but unlike his followers he'd managed to raise his wand and shield himself from the worst of the glass. Huntress raised her head to study Voldemort standing there, the glass trying to pierce his shields, whilst his followers were being cut to ribbons. Reaching a decision, she picked up one of the fallen shards, and concentrated on it briefly before she threw it at Voldemort's shield.

Voldemort was starting to lose his infamous temper. He'd received the report Huntress was here in Diagon, and instead of his followers managing to subdue her, she'd killed them - he'd felt their deaths through their dark marks, and now here he was. Instead of gloating over her broken and dead body, dead by his hand of course, he was shielding himself from shards of broken glass being sent at him by this annoying witch. Worse, most if not all his followers were now either dead or dying from their wounds.

Since the air was full of shards flying through the air, Voldemort didn't notice one shard in particular. Big mistake. The shard impacted on the shield, and shattered it, and sliced right through his wand into his hand. " ARRRRGGGHHHH! HELENA POTTER, YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" Voldemort screamed, not realising his threat made him sound like a corny villain, but Helena was sure he was capable of much better threats, she just chalked it down to him being in agony.

She idly wondered how long it would take for him to heal, but she didn't care.

Voldemort gripped the piece of glass in his hand, screaming in pain again. Tugging on it, he managed to get it off, only for the remains of his wand, his faithful wand, to full to the ground sliced in half. He dropped the piece of glass, only to see Potter flick out her glowing hand. The Dark lord found himself burning up as the cells in his body from his bones to the very pores on his skin burn up. The blood in his veins reached a temperature they should never reach. Voldemort found smoke coming out of his mouth as his body was set alight almost as if someone had poured petrol down his throat and dropped a match.

Huntress smirked as she watched the fearsome dark lord go up like a torch, his screams sending people running and hiding. She had to admit he looked better like this, if it weren't for his magic he'd be dead by now. Internal combustion, what a lovely term to describe what was happening to one of the men who'd ruined her life.

The flames finally died down. What was once Lord Voldemort fell to the ground in a heap of soot and ash, all of Voldemort's clothes had been incinerated, including most of his skin. Helena peered at him curiously, she'd never done this before, and it might be the perfect weapon against Dumbledore and her stupid parents, but she wasn't that extreme. It was just an idea.

Voldemort's burnt head looked up at her in terror, " Potter," the grizzly apparition wheezed, " I will...k...k...kil...kill you!" He gasped.

" I've heard it before, but you have more important things on your mind. Like healing your body and getting a life."

Voldemort wheezed, and he saw the silver amulet that controlled his portkey. Voldemort vanished before his enemy's eyes. Huntress shook her head.

" Something you want to say, Dumbledore?" She asked.

When the crowd jumped they realised Albus Dumbledore had arrived. What they didn't know was that the wizard and some of his order had been there for over 6 minutes, and they'd seen Helena incinerate Lord Voldemort. If they had realised how long they'd been standing there doing nothing then they would ask themselves what Dumbledore was playing at. Helena didn't care what the old man was playing at as long as she was left alone.

Helena turned around to face Dumbledore and his band of heroes. " You've been standing there for nearly 7 minutes, and yet you didn't do anything, leaving me to do the work. Why? I thought I was supposed to be your chosen one." She sneered the last part.

Dumbledore looked down at the ground. The bodies of death eaters with their necks, arms and bodies slashed by the shards of glass, which were now lying on the ground coated in blood, covered the ground. " Was this really necessary?" He asked in disappointment, ignoring both Helena's statement and her question.

Huntress snorted, unrepentant, " Was it necessary to allow Lord Voldemort unlimited access to parts of the wizarding world, letting him kill people who can't defend themselves? No, don't answer that. I know you people don't and won't care about the non magical world, but let me tell you this. They are better than you are. At least they know how to fight a war, you just hide behind your couches and shields and throw useless spells at the death eaters."

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with disappointment at Helena. Dumbledore truly wondered how he could get through to her conscience. He needed her more than she realised, but she needed him as well. He had to teach her how to accept the Light. There was only one problem, she was so defensive and more resistant to his attempts. Still early days.

" Helena." He tried valiantly to present his case. " You shouldn't kill these people. Everyone can be redeemed, and that's what Voldemort's done. He's taken these people from the light and they need to be brought back to the Light. Killing them means you yourself will not be considered Light. You should forgive. It's the only way."

When Helena replied everyone shivered at the coldness in her voice, " Nice try, old man, nice try. You're as delusional as Voldemort is. These people don't belong to the light, they're their own person. That's something you don't understand, everyone's got a choice to live their lives, only you put them into two categories, don't move," Huntress snapped, holding one of the Order prisoner when the foolish woman tried to raise her wand to curse her. The woman was frozen. " As I was saying to you, you can't organise people into categories based on their personalities. This war's just the result." When Helena saw she wasn't getting through, she shook her head and looked in disappointment at her parents who'd just stood there, looking at their own daughter without expression.

Huntress vanished without a word.

A/N Sorry for the lack of updates.