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Chapter 9; KAL, SMASH!

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As they slammed into the ground, none of the four fought their momentum, allowing it to carry them through a roll and into a low crouch. Wands out, they scanned the area. Around them were numerous gravestones, each engraved with various names and dates. In a small clearing of stones sat a huge caldron filled to the brim with a vigorously frothing potion. Suddenly, a hissing voice pierced the darkness surrounding them.

"Kill the spares!"

In response, three jets of sickly green light lanced out from a shadowy figure, each aimed at the other three Champions. Luckily, they remembered their lessons, diving out of the way, only to come back up into a crouch again and fire back.

"Get to the Cup!" Kalinth bellowed as yet another one of his spells missed his target. It was like the figure kept shrinking just before the spells hit. Backing away from the attacking wizard towards the Cup, his eyes widened. "Wormtail…" he hissed. Sending another blasting hex towards him, he turned and slammed a hand down onto the Cup just as the other three did the same. As the magic took a hold of them, a panicked cry rang out Wormtail, followed by a faint jet of amber light streaking out towards them. Time seemed to slow down to Kalinth as it was then a race between the two magics. Just as the swirling lights of the portkey flickered into existence, the spell came into contact with their spinning mass. A cry rang out and time resumed normal speed, everything being lost in the swirl of light and sound that was portkey travel.

Within seconds, they were slammed down onto the Hogwarts lawn. Quickly, Kalinth leapt up, searching his fellow Champions.

"Fleur, you alright? Viktor? Cedric?"

The first two had nodded in response to his question, but Cedric had failed to say anything. In fact, the elf didn't even see Cedric anywhere near him.

"Cedric!" He called, spinning in circles, trying to spot his friend. The brunet was nowhere to be found.

"NO!" he cried as the reality of the situation set in. One of his team was missing. Cedric was gone.

Whirling around, he faced Viktor and Fleur.

"Are you with me, or not?" He asked shortly, nowhere near in the mood for his usual word games.

Neither of them even hesitated or looked at the other. They simply extended their hands, waiting for Kalinth to grasp them and take them to where they needed to be. Grinning, the elf reached out his hands, taking one of their in each of his. With a muffled crack, they disappeared from the Hogwarts lawn.

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With a soft pop, two humans and an elf reappeared on a hill across from the Riddle House and overlooking the cemetery. Crouching, they moved towards the slope of the hill, moving with barely a sound. Lying flat on their stomachs, the three looked out over the valley, trying to get a read of the situation. Kalinth, with his draconic vision, briefed the other two.

"Alright, it looks like we're a little too late. Moldyshorts has been resurrected. He's the figure moving around in the middle. About two dozen Death Eaters are surrounding them, all should be easy targets… Cedric is tied to the gravestone behind them. Ok, Fleur, you circle left, Viktor, right. Take down as many as you can without being seen. I'll come in around behind them and- Oh, that's not good…"

As he finished, the three could see spell-fire erupt from two different points below them. One figure was standing in place while the other was running and dodging as best they could.

"Ruth nii!" Kalinth swore, the draconic slipping past his lips.

"What is it?" Fleur asked in concern.

"Cedric is down there, and dueling Voldemort!" Kalinth snarled.

"What's the plan, Kal?" Viktor prompted.

"Same as before, but if you are discovered, forget the plan! Just go full hog on them and blast 'em to bits! Our number one priority is to retrieve Cedric. Everything else is secondary. If Voldemort tried to engage you, break away and run. If you can't run, use the portkey. Go!"

Darting forwards, they circled the assembled Death Eaters as the cheered on their master as he dueled with Cedric. Glancing to his sides, Kalinth watched as Fleur and Viktor took out the DE's quickly and silently, placing their wand close to the back of the neck and stunning them with barely a flash. With a quick flash of concentration, the scales forming the elf's armor seemed to ripple, before they turned to a midnight black, blending in perfectly in the moonless night.

Blanking his face, the elf crept up on his first victim, reaching around to cover the wizard's mouth with one hand while he struck his other hand forwards, a thin blade emerging from the wrist section of his bracer and plunging into the back of his victim's neck. Catching the suddenly limp body, he lowered it to the ground and went forwards, taking out more Death Eaters as he went. He grinned as his blade retracted once more with a soft Shink! It seems joining that Assassin's Order a while ago had ended up working out. Vaguely, he wondered what had happened to his comrades… Did they fall in battle, or did they go contently? Ah, well, he was getting off track. Shink! Another, down, way too many more to go.

Creeping up on another target, Kalinth winced as a single stick snapped under his foot with a startlingly loud Crack! The black cloaked figure whipped around, long silver-blond hair flying as Malfoy Sr. snapped off a silent blasting curse towards the figure creeping up on him.

Launching himself to the side, Kalinth rolled away from his attacker, drawing his wand as he came up into a crouch. Sending off a piercing hex, followed by a bone crusher and a full body-bind, Kalinth spun away from Malfoy, knowing full well that if the aristocrat was injured in the least little bit, his emergency portkey(or "Whiner Escape Routes" as Kalinth liked to call them) would activate and take him away from the fight. As a warrior, the thought of linking something to your health that would take you away if you got more than a single scratch grated on his nerves.

Rushing towards the center of the formation, Kalinth shouldered his way past those present, forcing himself through to the clear point in the middle. Time seemed to slow down once again as he watched wisps of green light coalesce around the tip and shaft of Voldemort's wand, before starting to shot in Cedric's direction. Eye's widening, he rushed forwards, as time resumed normal speed, launching himself at Cedric a split second before he was hit with the curse.

As they rolled, the two brothers-in-arms sprang up using the provided momentum and instantly went back to back.

"Thanks, Kal!" Cedric shouted over the din of the full-on battle that was emerging around them. "I thought - Protego! Depulso! - I was done for!"

"No problem!" He replied, swatting an incoming curse away with a flick of his wand. "Though less talk, more curses! Confringo!"

Looking around them, Kalinth took stock of their situation. Viktor and Fleur were holding their own surprisingly well against the fringe groups of Death Eaters that had engaged them. Surrounding the two Hogwarts Champions though, was the majority of the Inner Circle, all shooting rather nasty hexes and curses at the two.

"Enough!" the high and cold voice of the newly-reborn Voldemort rang out. "Those two are mine!"

Spinning around, the two Champions gazed upon the flat-nosed red-eyed visage of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Ah, hello there Tommy boy. I was wondering when you would start your little hissy fit." Kalinth stated calmly, simply twirling his wand a few times to loosen his fingers.

The self-instated Dark Lord didn't bother returning the elf's verbal jab. He simply sent a spray of a highly toxic acid that would melt anything that it touched, until it was neutralized by contact with the Earth.

Kalinth simply slashed his wand horizontally in front of his, creating a barrier of pure magic that the acid simply slid off of, turning to water as it hit the ground.

Now now, Tommy," Kalinth chiding, even going so far as to wag his left index finger as the seething figure in front of him. "Didn't your mommy ever teach you to play nice?"

"Avadra Kedavra!"

Side stepping the jet of green light, neither Kalinth or Voldemort reacted when it impacted one of his new recruits that was just a bit too slow to get out of the way.

"So be it," The elf stated with deadly calm.

Eyes widening, Voldemort barely had time to raise a shield as he was put under an onslaught of over-powered hexes and curses. Blasting hexes, blood boilers, blinding curses, summoning and banishing charms, cannon blasts, firework spells; the amount of magic flying at Voldemort at any one time was absolutely staggering. Finally, the dark lord managed to get off another killing curse, and though it was counteracted by a cutting curse bisecting it midair, it was all the time he needed to start blasting spells back at Kalinth just as fast as the elf was dishing them out.

By now, both sides except for the two combatants had stopped to watch the battle, friend and enemy alike moving farther back as they gazed at the spectacle in awe. The two magi dodged and deflected just as much as they blocked as soon the ground in between and surrounding them was charred and blacked with the sheer strength of the magic being thrown around.

Finally, desperate for anything to give him an advantage, Voldemort launched a dark cutting curse directly at Cedric.

"NO!" Kalinth bellowed as the curse went straight through Cedric's hastily cast shield, giving him no time to dodge. With a spray of blood, Cedric fell, deep gashes all over his chest. Rushing over, Kalinth knelt beside his friend, desperately casting any healing magicks he knew. They managed to stem the bleeding as Fleur and Viktor rushed over to join in, but that was all they could do.

Hearing the cold, high laugh of Voldemort, Kalinth froze and tuned out the Dark Lord's insane ranting.

"Water charms on my mark," he said quietly to Fleur and Viktor. "Ready, 3, 2, 1, mark! Augumenti maxima!"

As the three giant sprays of water washed over the assembled Death Eaters, Voldemort stopped his rant, confused at what they could possibly be doing. In seconds, the black robes of the DE's were soaked through. Standing, Kalinth turned to face the creature who dared threaten his friends.

"You think you are so superior to everyone else, simply because you are supposedly 'pure-blood.' Well, let me tell you something; you look down upon those without magic, or ones that come from a non-magical family. This technique that I'm about to use, however, was invented by a witch of non-magical heritage. You see, it sort of goes like this. FULGORUS!"*

Lightning lanced out from Kalinth's wand in a webbed circle, impacting the closest to the four Champions. From there, the residual energy left from his cast made the lightning jump from one soaked Death Eater to another, until there were only groaning, smoking heaps of black robes on the ground. Turning back to his friends, Kalinth spoke.

"Ok, that won't hold 'em for long. It was just a low-power blast meant to incapacitate," looking over Cedric once more, the elf could see he was right on the brink. "Alright, we have to get Cedric back to the castle. Serah and Poppy can work on him there."

Grabbing ahold of his companions, he concentrated on apparating them back to Hogwarts. Instead of being sucked through a tube, they stayed exactly where they were. Frowning, Kalinth tried another three times, each with the same result. Reaching out with his senses, he looked for the reason they couldn't leave.

"Dammit! The Micro-Lines** are out of sync!" Casting himself out farther, Kalinth reached for the major Ley-Lines that criss-crossed the land. They responded with the same vigor as always.

"Ok people, you're not gonna like this, but it'll work. Get on my back," As he finished, Kalinth shifted into a quadruped version of his main form that was large enough to carry four passengers without trouble.

As he crouched, Fleur and Viktor hefted a still-bleeding Cedric onto his back, before climbing up themselves. As he stood up and took off, the Death Eaters were just beginning to stir. As Voldemort just started to look up, Kalinth reached out for the Ley-lines and suddenly blinked out of their current dimension, the frigid, absolute blackness of Between enveloping them.

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A/N time again! Ok, so one more chapter to go for this story arc! Well, more like one and a half. Then you get to wait for a while for the next part! Isn't that exciting!? No? Yeah, I didn't think so either. What I'll likely do is write 5 or so chapters of the next part, then post them every other week or so. That way I'm more likely to have a consistent upload time. Anyways, enjoy!