I've pretty much planned it out now, and I think there are about six more chapters!

So don't worry, the story will be finished :D

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All around the Hall of Prophecy, duels were taking place. Some were executed in near silence, only the shouts of spells breaking it, whilst others were filled with trash-talk and recriminations.

Ginny had attacked Dolohov, but dropped her wand when he turned a Cruciatus curse on her. She was fine now though, because Ron had joined her and the siblings fought side by side against the Death Eater.

Family unity wasn't on the cards in all the duels though – Draco had turned his wand on his father. Lucius' indifference to the Marking of his son had turned Draco's dislike to hate.

Lucius was bewildered by his son's abrupt turnabout, giving Draco the upper hand in their battle.

"What are you doing, boy?! The enemy is around you."

"No, you're in front of me. You always have been. A spectre, trying to force me to make the wrong decisions. Not any more."

Dawn watched with pride. She would have joined in on the basis of the comments Lucius had made to her, were it not for two things. Firstly, Draco was doing more than okay by himself, and secondly, she was busy fighting off another Death-Eater who had had the sense to remain masked.

Hermione was hexing and jinxing Macnair for Hagrid, in the name of their third year and Buckbeak.

Spike fought with all of his characteristic flair. Months of undercover work with these fools had given him a yearning to take out some anger with physical violence and he was managing admirably. Wands were snapped, noses, legs and other limbs were broken and the rush it was giving him was unbelievable. Better than when he has discovered he could attack demons, better than any moment of his life. Well, almost.

Luna… well, fought would be the wrong word. Her opponent, currently Rabastan Lestrange, was thrown off by her attitude. She mused aloud about the fact that all the Death Eaters were surrounded by Squidworts, known to cause negative impulses. Whilst the Death Eater paused to consider this, she would shrug and throw a curse at them. With them unprotected and unprepared, and her faultless aiming and spellwork (there was a reason for her placement in Ravenclaw), she dispatched each opponent pretty quickly.

Neville fought Rodolphus Lestrange surprisingly successfully. The Lestrange brother wasn't Neville's first choice of enemy, but Bellatrix was fully engaged. Snape had gone straight for her, relieved beyond speech to finally attack those whose company he had borne for longer than Spike.

"You filthy traitor," Bellatrix snarled. "I always knew you were rotten, always slipping out of action like a…a"

"A snake? I am a Slytherin after all."

"You are no true Slytherin! Like you are not a true Death Eater!"

"No, I am not. And I'm glad of that. To truly worship Him would fill me with self-loathing."

"How dare you! Worse than a mudblood, you…" Running out of words, she cast a Cruciatus. Snape dodged.

"Madness is ruining you Bellatrix. Must have been Azkaban. Ruined your spellwork, along with your looks."

High above them, a door opened. People rushed in. Willow, Buffy, Xander – all the missing members of the Sunnydale group, along with several Order of the Phoenix members such as Tonks. Their arrival was timely in most cases. Even with Snape, Spike and Malfoy, the teenagers were severely outnumbered and outmanoeuvred.

But in Bellatrix and Severus's case, it had an unfortunate side effect. Despite all his battle experience, Snape made the mistake of looking up. And that was when Bellatrix, too enraged to even notice the arrivals, cast a Sectumsempra.

Snape flew back, his chest cut open. The blood - it more than oozed - it gushed, staining his black robes in a matter of seconds and pooling around his body. The insane witch laughed in triumph.

"Die, you scum. Die as all those who stand against Him will!"

"No!" The cry reverberated around the Hall, momentarily disrupting the isolated groups.

The redheaded Wicca raced forward and threw herself over the barrier above. Buffy reached out a hand to stop her but was too late. Yet, as everyone watched, she did not fall. Instead, she floated down, her hair fanning out around her. Dark lights played over her hair. Her eyes turned black and veins stood out against milky white skin. Around Bellatrix, the broken glass from the prophecies began to spin in whirlwinds.

"No," whispered Buffy.

"Not again," Xander moaned softly.

"No," the levitating Willow suddenly agreed. "Never again." And just like that, her eyes were no longer black and her veins had subsided to their normal inconspicuousness. Her wand was suddenly in her hand. White pulses of light spread from it, coating Willow's entire body. She waved a hand towards Severus. His wounds began to knit together and his eyes opened with a gasp of breath.

But Willow hadn't finished. She pointed her wand towards Bellatrix, who had watched with horror and confusion. The witch shook in terror, incapable of doing anything. But all Willow did was cry "Incarcerous!" The ropes shot out of her wand and wrapped Bellatrix up so firmly that only her eyes blinked through.

The fight over, everyone turned their attention back to their own opponents, but the tide had definitely turned. Now the Death Eaters were outnumbered and severely frightened. Sensing their advantage, the Light side did not hesitate to press it and fought with renewed enthusiasm.

But one trio had barely noticed the interruption. Harry fought a pair of Death Eaters alone. One was huge, a veritable mountain, whilst the other was small but with a sadistic twist to his face.

Harry was holding his own, but barely. He was too absorbed in the battle to notice that they were edging him towards a wall. Until his back hit it. He glanced from side to side frantically searching for an escape. There was none.

His eyes scanned the wall again.

All at once he saw it. A door, set in the wall and mostly hidden by the shadows the tall shelves were casting.

He turned and fled through it. Up twisting stairs and through another door to find himself in the Atrium.

Driven by some impulse even they didn't understand, the other seven members of his group followed.

Some, like Ron, Luna and Ginny had already defeated their opponent. Others simply turned and left, leaving it to the new arrivals to take up the battle. They knew they had to be elsewhere.


Harry stumbled into the Atrium.

"Give us the Prophecy, boy" The sallow-faced Death Eater said menacingly.

"Even if I would, I can't. It's broken."

"Broken?" Both men blanched.

"Yep. Smashed, shattered, in tiny little smithereens. However you want to say it. Bet your boss won't be overly happy about that."

"Oh, I don't know." A high, cold voice spoke from just behind Harry.

He spun around to find himself nearly face to face with Voldemort himself. He willed himself to move back, but couldn't.

"It seems to me," Voldemort continued, "that I don't need any prophecy to kill you. All I need is one Avada Kedavra!"

The jet of green light shot from Voldemort's wand. As his friends watched from the door, frozen by shock and terror, Harry was taken entirely by surprise, too close to dodge. It hit him dead centre.

Like a rag doll, Harry Potter crumpled to the floor.


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