Chapter Twenty Eight: Resurrection.

"So let me get this straight," said Elizabeth in a tentative voice. "Voldemort…Lord Voldemort's followers had gotten their hands on some powerful artifact and he could use it to return back to life."

"Yes, it's dire, but only if he gets the orb working and finds a way to channel the ultimate power within," said Eskara. "Given his knowledge is far beyond most mere mortals, he may be able to get the orb working and harness the power. Regardless, depending on a few factors, we don't have much time left."

"Exactly how much time don't we have left?" asked Harry, who regretted the fact that he would learn the answer.

"Days at the most, maybe hours or maybe mere moments before Voldemort rises again," rasped Eskara. "Time grows short and the potential for Voldemort having omnipotent levels of power rises by each second, as it keeps ticking on the clock."

"Great," grumbled Elizabeth as she sank down on the chair, a number of horrifying possibilities swimming through her head. Voldemort was more powerful than she ever hoped to be, he was more experienced at magic than she would ever be, and that was without this completely mysterious but large source of magical power that he would obtain. "We just started trying to really seriously considering the fact that Voldemort would come back and now he's coming soon.."

"Yes, well, I doubt he would wait around for you to get ready," said Nymphadora but she was serious. "Look you two, I know this sounds bad but…"

"None of you try and do something like go after Voldemort," said Andromeda in a pleading voice, including her daughter in the equation. "Nymphadora, I know you're a fully qualified Auror but he's much too much powerful to anyone. As for you two, I know there's a chance you might be the only two to defeat him but…I don't think it's worth the risk."

"Is there any chance that Voldemort's attempt to activate the orb may fail?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Always a chance Harry, but this time, he won't rest until he gets it working," stated Eskara weakly. "His persistence is his greatest strength and weakness but you would only have days, especially if Voldemort deciphers the ancient language within the scrolls. Its something that will take an ample amount of time to accomplish and will stall Voldemort the most, but he does have the resources and the knowledge to do so."

"So basically someone's going to have to get the orb away from Voldemort," said Elizabeth in a dismal voice.

"But when he knows the orb exists, he won't rest until he has it back into his position," argued Nymphadora and Eskara nodded grimly, this human had a pretty decent grip.

"The vampires who guarded it had kept its existence secret for a reason, it is too much power for one human to have, even the most noble human will not be able to handle the corruption," said Eskara as she closed her eyes in weakness.

"What now?" asked Nymphadora to her mother and siblings but they all exchanged looks of great unease, while awaiting for some great and chaotic storm coming.

"Contact the Ministry obviously, hopefully we get someone who will hear us out and won't disregard our warnings," said Andromeda who obviously thought this was a long shot. Still if she got a hold of Amelia Bones, she might at least hear her out and try to warn some people. Whether or not that would lead to mass Ministry resistance against the potential uprising of Voldemort, it was something that remained to be seen. However, she had to try and she made her way into the next room, as Nymphadora stood over Eskara, whose eyes were glazed over, showing signs of weakness and the return of some kind of primal insanity.

-

Albus Dumbledore sat back, looking at the latest news, with disappointment. The Ministry never learned, it was a shame that Remus Lupin was executed when it was no fault of his own. Bellatrix had obviously lost whatever sanity she had possessed prior to Azkaban and had managed to figure out that Harry was in fact Harry Potter. There was a storm and people were overlooking the facts, rather than proclaiming who they wanted to be the hero, the hero. Even at his worst, Dumbledore would not do something like that, such deceit. For better or for worse, Elizabeth was the one and Dumbledore wondered where he would go from there. His plans for the girl was torpedoed and now he was back to square one. She needed the proper guidance to defeat Voldemort.

Right then, Severus Snape was outside of his door, banging on it, in a frantic manner. He had never seen Snape so frantic and disturbed.

"Yes, Severus, do come in," said Dumbledore and Snape quickly bolted towards Dumbledore, rolling up his sleeve. Dumbledore looked at Snape, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the dark mark on Snape's arm was getting clearer and more visible. "When did this start happening…."

"This morning, Dumbledore, just a couple of hours ago, I was in my laboratory, making potions for the Hospital Wing, when it burned back into my arm, it's faded in and out, it's almost like the Dark Lord is trying to unlock the secrets of something," said Snape and Dumbledore looked grave. He had many theories, some quite outlandish but he tried to find the words. "He's returning, Dumbledore, that's for certain, it's just a matter of when. My dark mark would not be acting like that otherwise and now if he returns…"

"I know, I wish we would have had at least another year or two to prepare for this but it looks like that is something that can't be helped," said Dumbledore with a frown, his mind working in overdrive.

"Lestrange, she found him," said Snape suddenly as if this had just hit him and Dumbledore responded with a calm nod.

"I had guessed so and now she would do what is necessary to bring her master to power," said Dumbledore gravely. "He will go after young Miss Potter right away, he would want to prove that her defeat against him was a fluke and now that she's outside my protection…I'm afraid it's likely Tom will send his followers after her."

"There are a number of dark rituals that the Dark Lord could use that require a sacrifice of a powerful enemy to reclaim a body," said Snape and Dumbledore nodded, this was all too true and now there was little that they could do but suddenly, a flash of light appeared. Both Snape and Dumbledore got to their feet, wands held, but the image appeared.

"We've come to issue a warning," said a spectral voice. "The Dark Lord known as Voldemort has managed to get his hands on a powerful magical object, called the Magician's Orb. It holds the magical power of many, but an amount of power that none can hold. The Dark Lord is tampering with matters beyond of what he can control. His desperation to regain a form that cannot be killed will lead to doomsday for the rest of the mortal world. He wants to bypass mortal bounds and gain unlimited, omnipotent power. Do not attempt to meddle in these events, Wizard Dumbledore. He will destroy you. Only the chosen child and her power may hope to defeat Voldemort if and when he obtains his power. His power will be greater than what any wizard could hold and without his safeguards, he would have destroyed himself."

The image flickered into nothingness. Snape looked confused and Dumbledore just tapped his fingers, a twinkle appearing in his eye but it was rather forced.

"Tom has taken the ultimate desperate measure I'm afraid," said Dumbledore sadly. "The Magician's Orb, it was used by one of the oldest dark wizards, to absorb the magical power of millions of witches and wizards around the world. As the legend goes, at one time, every person on earth had the ability to perform magic but now with the orb, they became the first Muggles. The wizard experimented with great things and hid the orb, which I'd imagine if the stories are true, fell into the custody of vampires. If I'm to guess, it appears Tom has gotten his hands on the orb and is attempting to unlock its vast secrets."

"Surely you don't believe this fairy tale?" asked Snape in a skeptical voice and Dumbledore just looked back at Snape, with a calm expression before he nodded.

"It's something that has to believed, I'm guessing Voldemort's unique magical signature is interacting with whatever residual magic that is leaking from the orb, it could very well account for the strange fading and reappearing of your Dark Mark," said Dumbledore and Snape just skeptical but he decided it was best to humor the old man. "Judging by the look on your face, you do have another question."

"That spirit mentioned something about The Dark Lord having safeguards," stated Snape calmly. "What kind of safeguards?"

"This is only a theory, Severus, but I believe Voldemort has dabbled with the creation of Horcruxes, you are familiar with them, I'd assume," said Dumbledore and Snape responded with a nod, as someone who was engrossed in the darker arts, he had familiarized himself with those horrifying abominations even though he was by no means an expert. "In fact, the diary that Miss Potter encountered that lead to Miss Granger's tragic accident when she foolish encountered it was a Horcrux."

"I notice you had mentioned them in the plural form," said Snape calmly and Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"I'm afraid that is all too true, while the Potter twins managed to destroy the diary, it had only began, Lord Voldemort has many other Horcruxes out there, I believe he wished to split his soul into seven pieces in all," said Dumbledore and Snape gasped in horror, eyes widened. "Unstable and it could have disastrous effects, but if I've found at anything about Tom, he is obsessed with power and immorality and scared to death of death."

"So he's made them, you wouldn't happen to know what any of them are?" asked Snape.

"I have my theories as I do with everything else, but nothing concrete and even if I did, it would be a matter of locating them and figuring out a way around whatever protects Voldemort managed," said Dumbledore in a grave voice. "He would keep his Horcruxes well protected, no matter what they are but we're getting off the subject. The Horcruxes kept him anchored to life but this artifact that he got his hands on, will bring him back to life."

"So now what?" inquired Snape and Dumbledore paused, looking rather thoughtful as if running through all of the possibilities in his mind of what to do, with perhaps little time to prepare.

"Severus, should Voldemort return, come to him and offer him information, that you gathered, it is essential that you gain his trust," said Dumbledore in a calm voice, as he rubbed his fingers to his temple, before he got to his feet, grabbing his wand. "Lie low until that moment comes, if it should come."

Dumbledore paused, as if utilizing some kind of dramatic effect. He calmly tapped his foot against the floor and looked off at Snape.

"As for myself, the artifact in question is in Albania, the last known location of what remained of Voldemort, so I shall try and do what I can to stall his attack," said Dumbledore. "If I'm just dealing with Bellatrix, it might be a challenge but I somehow doubt I'm just dealing with her. In fact, I don't doubt that I'm dealing with a number of followers, as there were many who supported Voldemort."

Snape nodded, the Albania Ministry had reached a level of corruption that their Ministry had never reached and was a center of a great deal of dark magical activities. It was a safe haven for dark creatures, restricted trade, and who knows what else.

"Should I fail, Severus, I hope the world will be able to carry on without me, I've had arranged for certain vital information to be delivered to Miss Potter at that time, I just hope she has forgiven me enough to take it to heart," said Dumbledore as he turned. If Voldemort had managed to utilize the orb, he did not intend on coming. If not, he planned to find a way to deactivate it and hopefully stall it as long as possible, but until Voldemort returned to a body, he could not be killed.

-

"Any luck?" asked Nymphadora.

"Nothing," said Andromeda in a dismal voice. "I could not get a hold of Amelia and Fudge seems to refuse to believe anything could be the matter. Even if I didn't tell him that a vampire was the one who told me of this. Hell, I'm having trouble believing it myself, but…"

"It's true," said Elizabeth. "I don't know how but it's just something I feel, it's almost like something left over from the Horcrux that the goblins removed from my head…I don't know, I can't really explain it…"

"Odd, but if Voldemort returns, we can't fight him but it's not like we can hide," muttered Harry under his breath.

"You will fight him, regardless of what you try, he will come for you," rasped Eskara with a pained expression on her face, as the blood was fading as she tried to pull herself up. "I must leave now, I'm sorry, both of you, but I can't resist, I will have to prey on something and you don't want me to be here when the urges come. Good luck no matter what, I wish it did not have to come this, perhaps if it was not for that prophecy…you wouldn't have to deal with this."

"What prophecy?" asked Elizabeth with a frown on her face, this was the first she ever heard of this prophecy but Eskara had a look of weakness, before she turned away, it was obvious she was unwilling or unable to answer. Harry looked at his twin, who made a step forward to help their grandmother but Harry gripped her wrist, shaking his head, trying to brush off the pleading look. "Harry, we have to do something to help her, she's in pain…"

"That's exactly the reason why we can't help her, she might be human now, but she could turn to the most vicious, blood thirsty stereotype of a vampire in a minute, so just stand back, Lizzie, if she wishes to leave, let her," said Harry and Elizabeth looked at him, but Andromeda nodded her head.

"Your brother is right," said Andromeda but suddenly, every window of the house shattered with a loud blast, causing glass to fly everywhere. Nymphadora just managed to block the backlash with a shield charm, but they were knocked off guard, as several hooded figures walked inside.

"Hi, Andi, long time no see, sis!" cackled Bellatrix in an insane voice and Andromeda attempted to fight, but Bellatrix had gotten all of the dueling talent in the family and she disarmed her with ease, as the Albanian wizards ran inside. Nymphadora tried in vain to fight them but found this was impossible, as she was sent crashing through a table.

"The wards were supposed to protect us!" shouted Andromeda in a horrified voice. "How did you…"

"Magical wards are not a barrier for Lord Voldemort," hissed a very familiar voice and both of the twins looked at each other, this voice sent chills down their spine.

It was him or at least his spirit, right now, he possessed another host, one of his many able followers, who would give him their body willingly for great sacrifice and the wizards closed in on the twins, with Nymphadora got to her feet, but Bellatrix whipped her wand, causing the young Auror trainee to be slammed against the wall and gasping for breath.

"One false move, Nymmy, and I'll crush you like a bug!" cackled Bellatrix insanely as she looked at her niece who struggled and squirmed as much as she was allowed. Bellatrix licked her lips as she watched this scene for about a moment.

"What do you want, Bella?" asked Andromeda as she struggled for breath but as Eskara's hand twitched, as she slowly got to her feet, awakened by the taste of blood.

"The Holyhead Harpies in a vat of butter," said Bellatrix dryly but she averted her eyes to the wizard who was privileged with hosting the Dark Lord. "But this isn't about what I want today, it's about what he wants."

"That's correct, Bellatrix, the Potter twins were present at my unfortunate setback, even though I give Elizabeth full credit for being the one that should be credited for my fluke and it is only appropriate that they see my grand resurrection and be the first victims of my reestablished reign of power," said Voldemort in a soft deadly voice, that demanded one's complete and full attention. Both of the twins struggled in vain as Voldemort looked at them. Harry could not reach his wand without snapping at least a limp due to the tight grip and Elizabeth's neck was placed in a magically created noose. He knew if there was one false move, his sister's neck could be snapped.

"You won't have them, you foul abomination!" shouted Eskara as she threw herself right towards the wizard inhabited by the spirit of Voldemort. Her fangs bit into the man's neck, she sucked the blood but it tasted foul and almost toxic, yet somehow addictive. It was tainted by Voldemort as she recoiled in horror, as the body deflated to the ground, but not before the spirit of Voldemort jumped to another wizard.

"Foolish vampire, you thought you could defeat me by merely destroying my vessel," hissed Voldemort in a deadly voice and Voldemort whipped his wand, causing a wooden stake to impale itself right into Eskara's heart. The vampire dropped to the ground as Elizabeth gasped slightly, but could not move due to the noose around her neck. Eskara struggled but it was useless, as the stake was wedged deep her heart and it was unfortunate that it was not the quick death that Muggle vampire fiction lead people to believe. A jerk of the wand, and Andromeda was thrown to the ground.

"Should I, my Lord?" asked Bellatrix, as she looked at her niece and sister, both powerless to stop them and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"No, Bellatrix, there will be more than ample time to kill them once I return to power," said Voldemort, who was tired of using ill equipped vessels. He needed a body to call his own and one that could harness ultimate power, right about now as two of the Albania wizards strapped bracelets to the hands of both of the twins. "Magical suppressors, even without your wands, I shall not take a chance that your magic will fire back at me again."

"You mean you're going to kill us just like that!" shouted Elizabeth in a horrified voice.

"Yes," said Voldemort coldly. "Did you expect me to make some droning speech, untie you, and given you a chance to defend yourselves? You will witness my return to power and then I'll kill you, before taking control of this pitiful world."

Elizabeth and Harry struggled, Harry attempted to find a way, anyway to fight back but it was for nothing, as Voldemort wasted little time, having his followers make them touch a Portkey and bringing them to his makeshift base of operations deep in the middle of a barren patch of the Albania Forest.

-

Amelia Bones just arrived at her office and the moment she did, she saw that an incoming Floo message was coming through. It was urgent and she quickly pulled out her wand, before she tapped the Floo twice and revealed the face of Andromeda Black who looked rather frantic.

"Amelia, this is Andromeda, I've just received a disturbing piece of information, and I thought you should know but this is something that I can't tell you over the Floo because someone might intercept the information and try to stop you from doing what's necessary," said Andromeda. "So get in touch with me, hopefully soon enough, before this happens."

Amelia thought, Andromeda seemed worried and she was never worried without a good reason. Andromeda took a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the fire, to tell Andromeda that she was heading straight over.

"Andromeda Black!" shouted Amelia but there was no answer. She sensed there was something wrong and she backed off a couple of steps. "Nothing."

There was no time to inform the Minister, if this was as urgent as Andromeda had declared, he would be up to his ears in this now anyway as Amelia sent a message forth, contacting Rufus to send some Aurors to Andromeda's place of residence but be discrete about it. Time was of the essence.

-

Andromeda's fingers twitched as she had woken up from getting knocked around by Bellatrix. It was a miracle she was not dead. She watched her daughter off to the side, barely able to stand and suddenly, several more pops echoed, the Aurors arriving, with Amelia behind then, her wand out as well.

"You're too late," rasped Andromeda as she tried to sit up, as the Aurors moved around, looking around the house for any surprises. One of them conjured a glass and filled it with water, handing it to Andromeda who drank it but was still severely weak. "He arrived, and took them both…"

"Slow down Andromeda, there will be plenty of time," said Amelia but Andromeda looked frantic.

"No we don't have any time, it was him, You-Know-Who, Lord Voldemort, he's in some kind of spectral form, I can't really explain it but he's still there, Bellatrix lead him here, he attacked us and kidnapped the twins, he says he's going to kill them once he returns to power," said Andromeda. "He has some artifact, that would return him…grant him ultimate power…"

"We need to figure out where You-Know-Who had went, check for any Portkey residue or anything that could lead us to where he took the two children," said Rufus Scrimgeour, adopting a business like tone, before he turned to the a pair of the Aurors in what looked like an afterthought. "And escort Miss Black and Miss Tonks to St. Mungos to get the treatment, if it was Lestrange that attacked them, they would need it."

Scrimgeour slumped against the wall, as he looked rather stressed and tired. The Lestrange investigation and the murders of the prominent purebloods stressed him to the point of near instability and now this entire mess, whatever it was. He did not want to believe that there was a chance that Voldemort would return but given the damage, around them.

"Found something, Rufus," said one of the senior Aurors gruffly. "Portkey signature, Portkey appears to lead to a small village on the outskirts of Albania."

"Narrows it down, considering it's an entire country," muttered an Auror under his breath but Scrimgeour just turned to the senior Auror.

"Let's see if you can narrow it down to a more specific location," said Scrimgeour, as he put a hand to his forehead. "Do hurry, the lives of innocents are at stake, if this is grave as Miss Black is leading on."

"Found it!" exclaimed the Senior Aurors as he triangulated the path and created a Portkey. "This is about as close as we can get…"

"Be on your guard, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is likely to put precautions up and he will bounce us back from where we know," said Scrimgeour as he turned to Amelia. "Inform the Minister within the next hour."

Amelia nodded, Fudge would find out anyway but if he found out too soon, he would intervene and then everything would be ruined. She returned to the Ministry, to prepare, hoping to Rufus and his team would be able to deal with Voldemort and perhaps by some miracle stop him. Without knowing exactly how much time passed since Voldemort and his followers had captured Harry and Elizabeth Potter, there was no telling how they would be successful.

-

Harry's eyes opened slightly, he had been rendered unconscious sometime during transit but he was not dead. The place he was in was barren and completely lifeless. He saw Elizabeth move and a black shadow hovering in the air, right across from them, as several hooded figures were, as a worried looking middle aged man, with grey hair, looked over a glowing glass orb, making several notes.

"The orb," muttered Elizabeth and Harry managed to nod. They both knew, through silent communication that they had to find a way through remove those magical suppressors and get the orb away from Voldemort. It was not too late for them to get out. The black shadow above them shifted and looked down at the grey haired man, who was furiously making notes.

"Carvus, what is taking so long, don't tell me you're trying to stall for time, hoping that someone is going to stop me?" asked Voldemort, as two Albanian wizards, along with Bellatrix, held their wands to the heads of the man called Carvus, who shook his head furiously as he clutched his hands.

"No, of course not, it's just a delicate process, please, just give me more time, five more minutes, and I'll translate the process properly, giving you the power you desire," said Carvus as he twitched as Bellatrix's wand shot sparks just a half of an inch away from his ear. Voldemort hovered for a few seconds, before his eyes averted downwards towards Carvus, as the attempted to determine something.

"You have two or your family will pay," said Voldemort in a cold voice, but his focus was completely on Carvus, as Elizabeth shifted her weight, those magical suppressors were snapped on tight and she had no way to move. She gave them a little wiggle, a bit of a shift but nothing, as she rocked back, in an attempt to remove the bracelets, but they remained firmly snapped around her wrists.

"Hopeless," muttered Harry as he rolled his eyes, but suddenly, he saw what looked like a key dangling from one of the pockets of the Death Eaters. It was the only way to break it, it had to be. He turned to Elizabeth, shifting over slightly and Harry nudged his sister with his shoulder, trying not attract the attention of Voldemort or any of his followers. Elizabeth nodded in understanding as she tried to get to her feet, reaching for the key. The follower was distracted by keeping an eye for any intruders and the others were tied up with other matters. Elizabeth picked up a stick and reached for the key, managing to pull it out slowly as she could manage.

"Got it," whispered Elizabeth when she slid out of sight and slide the key to Harry. Harry managed to unhook the magical suppressors from him, before he reached over, and carefully, somehow by some miracle, not making any noise.

"Faster you worm, the Dark Lord waits for no wizard," commanded Bellatrix angrily as Carvus held up his hand.

"Nearly done, just one more line of the scrolls," said Carvus, as he cast a brief look, seeing that the Potter twins were in the process of freeing themselves. He hated putting his hopes in children but they were about the only chance he had. "Just about another minute…one miscue in a calculation and you'll be trapped inside the orb for all eternity…"

"Very well, but do step it up," hissed Voldemort angrily, he was losing his patience with the man but he did not want one error to be made due to carelessness. He was too terrified of what might happen to his family to deliberate sabotage the orb but at the same time, there was certain chances the Dark Lord would not take. "I wish to pick up where I left off and beyond…"

Suddenly, Harry and Elizabeth dove forward as quickly as they could, taking two of the Albanian wizards by surprise and knocking them down, before grabbing their wands. It took the others a few seconds to realize what happened.

"ACCIO ORB!" shouted Harry as firmly as he could manage and the orb shot off of the tree stump and right into his hands. Elizabeth blocked a stunning spell and knocked down one of the Death Eaters but Harry was tossing the orb up and down, playing catch with it nonchalantly. The Death Eaters, horrified what might happen if Harry had broke the orb, was distracted which allowed Elizabeth to get to her feet, wielding the wand she had stolen, as she looked forward, standing right beside her twin.

Bellatrix suddenly slashed her wand forward, sending jagged purple light but Harry just barely levitated a rock to block it, expending an above average amount of magic. This allowed the Death Eaters to move from the other sides, their wands throwing every curse. The twins, too far out of their league, managed to hold their own for a little bit of time but were outmatched.

"Grab them both and secure them," hissed the angered Voldemort and Elizabeth was disarmed quickly, Harry just mere seconds later, as ropes shot from their wands. "You two children will regret playing the hero on this day, once you witness my resurrection."

The twins struggled against their bonds, as Bellatrix held her wand, pointing them at the throat of both of the twins.

"Not yet Bellatrix, momentarily, I want them to be alive just long enough to see how futile their efforts were to defeat me," said Voldemort coldly, as he cast his glare down towards the Potter twins, as one of the Albania wizards placed the Orb down. "I trust all is in order, Carvus, I don't need further delays."

"Yes, my Lord," said the wizard in a deflated voice, as he held his translations of the ancient scrolls and prepared to unlock its mystical secrets.

It was looking if time had run out for the Potter twins and the entire world.

-

Scrimgeour arrived, as he quickly turned to the Aurors that he had brought along. This was as far as they could travel by magic.

"He's close," said Scrimgeour gruffly, as he turned to his Aurors and they walked towards the forest.

"It's an amazing coincidence that I've come to that conclusion as well," said the calm voice of Albus Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, what are you doing here?" demanded Scrimgeour.

"I believe that is a question that I could be asking you Rufus, but considering that time is in fact of the essence, we can ask plenty of questions once this situation is contained," said Dumbledore as he moved forward into the forest, at the sounds of struggle. He turned his ear on the forest. "I believe if we take this path, we'll reach whatever trouble lurks within a short amount of time."

The Aurors moved, as Scrimgeour looked as if he wanted to protest that Dumbledore had invited himself along with an Auror mission but there was little that could be done to argue given how grace the situation was.

-

"Prepare to see the return of Lord Voldemort!" cried Bellatrix in a giddy voice but suddenly there were footsteps approaching them, as Carvus prepared the orb, but several Ministry of Magic Aurors. The black mist turned, before it gave the order.

"Take care of those meddling fools!" hissed Voldemort and his faithful followers rushed forward, throwing themselves into the heat of combat, battling with the Aurors that had showed up but there was another face.

"Dumbledore!" shouted Bellatrix if Christmas had come early and brought all of the holidays along for the ride. "I was hoping to run a spike into you!"

Bellatrix blasted a jet of black light with the intended spike included but Dumbledore blocked it. Dumbledore threw a couple of spells but he was out of practice due to not fighting a proper duel in years and age was making a fool of him. Bellatrix threw several dangerous looking curses that he blocked, as the Aurors dueled with the other Death Eaters, as the Potter twins were still tied to a tree.

"Hang on Lizzie," muttered Harry, as he tried to reach for a wand that had been disarmed with his foot but could not quite get it.

"Carvus, the time is now," said Voldemort and Carvus placed his wand on the orb, pointing up towards Voldemort as Dumbledore struggled to get past Bellatrix, but the woman refused to let Dumbledore by without one of the toughest fights.

"Bellatrix, please listen to reason, we can't let Voldemort channel the power within that orb," said Dumbledore as he tried to push by. "He won't need you or any other followers if he has that ultimate power…"

"LIES!" shrieked Bellatrix. "I will silence that filthy blood traitor tongue of yours Dumbledore, by removing it."

A jet of yellow light, blocked. Dumbledore attempted to secure Bellatrix but the woman kept up with him, as the fight between the Ministry Aurors and Voldemort's Albania Death Eaters continued as the orb began to split up, shooting a large blast of magical energy right towards the mist that was once Lord Voldemort.

"Lord Voldemort, we must stop right now, the process won't be able to be controlled!" shouted Carvus.

"No, Carvus, I want all of the power!" hissed Voldemort in an intoxicated voice.

"But it will destroy everything…" stated Carvus.

"Just do as I say," said Voldemort softly and Carvus continued the process, as the orb continued to rattle beneath them.

"Got it," muttered Harry, as he held the wand, slicing the ropes, before he helped free his sister, as Dumbledore finally managed to knock Bellatrix unconscious and step forward.

"Tom please consider the consequences of what you're doing," said Dumbledore in a desperate but futile plea, as a high cold laughter appeared, as the orb was drained of even more power.

"The only consequences will be your demise and anyone who opposes me," said Voldemort.

"ACCIO ORB!" shouted Elizabeth frantically, as the orb was ripped from the grasp of Carvus. It sealed shut the second Elizabeth caught it.

The black mist swirled into a cyclone in the air before it turned into something more corporeal.

There was no mistake about it, Lord Voldemort returned, more dangerous and many times more powerful than ever before.