It took Octavia a moment before she realized what was happening. She looked at Harry questioningly, and was very surprised when Lucius, the Minister and McGonagall all suddenly aperated into the room.
"So the great Harry Potter can't even take out a teenager," Octavia said smugly.
"Octavia, stop this madness," Lucius said gruffly.
"We want to listen and to help," McGonagall said.
"Where was my help as a girl!?" cried Octavia, "Where my sisters help when she was nearly killed by this worthless sack of flesh here!?"
The adults went silent, and Astoria's whimpering was clearly heard.
"Shut up!!" Octavia roared, not turning from the adults.
"I don't give a damn if you lock me up…" Octavia said lowly.
"No one wants to do that," said Kingsley.
"Sure you don't."
"…Your grandmother and sister are worried about you," Lucius said.
Octavia looked straight to her grandfather at the mention of her sister.
"How's Milly?" Octavia asked quietly.
"She's-"
"My baby girl…!" shrieked Astoria through her sobs, "I miss ma' baby!"
"Shut up I said!" Octavia screeched and kicked her mother from behind.
"Octavia!" exclaimed McGonagall, "Octavia, please. Come with us and we can work everything out. Your mother won't be able to hurt you or Milly anymore."
Octavia appeared to ponder the thought, and relaxed her stance.
Harry took a step forward and put his hand out and smiled.
Octavia made a move as if she was going to take his hand. Right before her palm touched his; she yanked her arm back and summoned her wand back into her hand. While the adults were stunned Octavia managed to cast a powerful energy spell at the group of adults and push past them while they were stunned.
"Catch her!" Kingsley yelled as he and the others took to running after her.
Octavia was quicker and agile, however. She seamlessly weaved through any obstacles in her way until she reached the street and continued to take off.
"Lucius…!" exclaimed McGonagall as the group of adults tried to keep up, "The doll! Destroy it!"
Lucius quickly took the doll from his jacket pocket and asked how to destroy it.
"You need very powerful magic!" exclaimed Harry.
"Like what?" sniped Lucius.
"I don't know…!" Harry exclaimed, not clearing remembering.
"Everyone; look," Kingsley said as they came to an intersection.
"Everyone, take a path," McGonagall instructed, "And Lucius; continue with the doll. We can't take her down if it's intact."
Everyone nodded and took off in their own direction.
Harry took the left-most street and cautiously hurried down the street. He peeked through the alleys and made sure she wasn't about to sneak up on him.
"So it's you."
Harry found himself in front of Octavia in a cul-de-sac of dilapidated houses and sheds with overgrown lawns.
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry said.
"I don't care; you couldn't if you tried," Octavia hissed with a twisted smile.
Harry took a deep breath and shot a simple spell at Octavia as a warning.
She dodged with ease and was very angered.
"Alright, Potty," she hissed, "We duel."
Octavia bowed quickly and Harry followed suit.
The second Octavia was at full height she blasted a very powerful curse at Harry.
He blocked and shot a weaker, but still powerful curse but to no avail.
The duel raged on for a long time with neither person making any real headway. Octavia was a fantastic duelist for her age; and Harry was hoping, preying that the doll would be destroyed.
Harry wasn't the spring chicken he once was. He was tiring and Octavia could see this. She crept closer and closer and was taking full offense. She even managed to hit Harry once, but he quickly recovered.
"Octavia… stop!" Harry screamed.
Octavia simply dodged his curse and smiled.
Harry was a second too late to dodge Octavia's latest curse. He was sent flying backwards and fell to his knees. Right before Harry could stand he heard footsteps running toward him.
"It's done!"
Octavia looked up for a moment and saw Lucius and the others rapidly approaching.
"What-?"
Lucius came right near Harry and dropped the doll on the ground. Before; anyone could say anything; Lucius shot a very powerful spell at the doll and it exploded. Out of the debris, a small puff of greens smoke came out.
At that moment; something in Octavia changed. She didn't feel so powerful. She felt tired and worn. She felt emotions beside anger and pain; she felt confused and scared. Without the protection of the horocrux she felt vulnerable.
If Octavia had any energy to right she could have easily blocked the leg locker curse sent at her by Kingsley.
Octavia just laid there, feeling embaressed and defeated. Her face was red and she could feel tears welling in her eyes.
All the adults came closer and looked over the girl from above.
"Do what you want," Octavia said through gritted teeth, "I can't do anything. Lock me up."
Kingsley got down on his knee and McGonagall went down and helped Octavia sit up.
Kingsley was eye to eye with Octavia when he said easily, "How about we talk?".