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Previously…

Hermione looks back out into the yard, at the two wix facing each other off, and she swallows, her mouth feeling dry. A light breeze blows through Dorea's raven hair, and hits Dumbledore, blowing his silvery hair out behind him.

"I accept."


The wind stills, it is as if nature itself can feel the tension in the air, and is holding its breath in anticipation.

Dumbledore bows first, holding both of his hands out to the side, his knees bending slightly and his feet in a T position-with the heel of his right foot perpendicular to the arch in his left foot.

Dorea purses her lips, blinks blankly, and after a thick, terse moment, she bows in return. She shoots him a mocking smile, before brandishing her wand in front of her with a flourish and flick of her wrist.

It's slow as the lion and the snake begin their dance, a give and take as they carefully scrutinise their opponent.

She steps forward, he steps back, he steps to the left, she steps to the right.

The wix observing from the sidelines can't do much else but watch, holding their breath, their bodies tense and their brow furrowed.

Finally, the snake calmly said, "Avis," and Dumbledore's lip curl in amusement until he saw what kind of birds burst forth from Dorea's wand.

A flock of falcons, with their feathers ruffled, and their sharp eyes lock onto Dumbledore.

"Oppugno," Dorea murmurs flicking her wand towards Dumbledore, and the wizard is not be to be undone, because large, thick roots sprang forth from the earth, writhing in the air for a moment before they all turned towards Dorea and sped through the air.

Amongst the spectators, three of them have a bout of nostalgia roll in their guts as they recall that spell being used what feels to be a lifetime ago. They also all grip each other tighter as they watch the battle being waged in front of them.

"Incendio!" Dorea yells, a burst of fire exploding from her wand and engulfing the roots. "That's my girl," Charlus murmurs, happily accepting the cup of tea that Mipsy is offering him, and she pours herself one, merrily drinking as she watches her Mistress with pride.

Dumbledore had managed to vanish the falcons whilst she dealt with the roots, but neither of them relaxed.

Dorea straightens up, and grins crookedly, her lips quickly form a string of words, so softly spoken that no one caught it, and water burst forth from her wand, it was wild and feral, like the witch, and as violent as the sea during a turbulent and irate storm.

Dumbledore clenches his jaw, and he throws his arm forward, water bursting out of his own wand, and everyone can only watch in awe.

A raging sea is before them, a wave hurls forward from Dorea's side and Dumbledore has one ready to combat it, and the witch starts to walk forward, throwing a hand outwards, and her water whooshes around and envelops her, leaving a small space around her person, a small air bubble.

She looks upwards, and grins once more, the clouds are getting darker, angrier, and she throws a hand upwards, most of her water flying towards the clouds, zipping and zagging through the air.

The water disappears into the dark clouds, and the thin layer of water keeping Dumbledore's at bay, explodes away from her, sending his flying back at him.

The wizards stumbles a few steps back, and he makes a strangled, frustrated sound as his water falls limply due to his lack of concentration.

"You may be the Great Albus Dumbledore, but you fucked with my children...do you surrender, or are we going to keep this going?" Dorea purrs, fury curdling in her grey stormy eyes, her wand hand extended towards the rumbling clouds, the other is palm up, and loosely open, her arm bent at the elbow and held in front of her slightly.

Dumbledore laughs then, it's a laugh with abandon, and the carefree nature is puzzling to say the least. Dorea of course doesn't approve of his blatant disrespect, and her lip curls with disdain, no more amusement in her face now. She's done playing nice.

"Did you laugh like that when you betrayed Grindelwald?" Dorea pauses after her curt question, and the amusement is back, splayed across her features as Dumbledore's laugh dies in his throat, and as he turns toward her in blind fury, his wand raised.

"You should not speak of things you know nothing about," Dumbledore warns, his voice a low rumble of thunder, and cold ice stares into the grey storms, and to Dorea's credit she doesn't even bat an eyelash.

"I know you loved him, and I know he trusted you. I also know you used that trust against him, that's how you won. That's how you beat him," Dorea says calmly, appraising him as if he was no more than a pest, an inconvenience. "How you took down the Greatest Dark Wizard of your time."

"Silence!" Dumbledore snarls, throwing pure and undiluted magic in her direction, causing the earth to ripple and crack, it moves like a wave towards her, and Dorea simply shakes her head.

"You really shouldn't let your emotions get to you like that, Albus," Dorea says with a sigh, and she waves her wand around her, and water from the clouds speeds through the air, and smashes into the earth, stopping it in its tracks, and Dorea sees her opening.

She closes her hand sharply into a fist, and her eyes flash as the bright light zooms from the clouds, striking the ground in front of Dumbledore. He almost falls back, taking several steps backwards, and then another bolt strikes behind him, and he tried to throw magic at the cloud, but it only makes the lightning come faster, more furiously, unrelenting in its pursuit.

Dorea smiles, and in that moment, everyone has the same thought, don't ever piss Dorea Potter Black off. The witch had had an affiliation for elemental magic ever since she was little when an accidental burst of magic had created a raincloud to follow her Father, who hadn't wanted to play with her.

Her Mother had found someone to nurture the talent, and whilst Dorea wasn't the most talented when it came to Transfiguration, and plants snapped at her, she was a Master of Elemental magic-a branch of magic that many didn't use anymore.

Dorea's palm flies open, and Charlus whistles lowly, and she shoots him a dazzling smile. "For that darling, you can have anything you want later," Charlus calls out, and Dorea's smile only grows.

"Be careful saying, anything, dear," Dorea says with a light tinkle of a laugh and a brazen wink.

"Godric, are you two flirting right now?" James asks, his jaw dropping, "seriously? Now?"

Dorea smirks at her son, "I think the duel is over, darling."

Dorea turns her attention back to Dumbledore, who is currently flat on his back on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She walks over, and stoops down, pausing by his face, "none of it hit you? Shame. Now I'll take your gracious surrender, and I'll even give you a cookie for your trouble," Dorea says with a warm smile, and she notes that the end of his beard is singed, and her smile only glows brighter.

Dorea pats Dumbledore's chest, and gets up, "Mipsy, be a dear and get Dumbledore his cookie please."

"Yes, Mistress!" The House Elf calls, patting down her apron, and handing her cup of tea to Sirius, who offered to relieve her of it. She whispers, "don't think Mipsy doesn't know Sirius is being nice so he gets cookies too." Then she vanishes with a sharp pop.

Dorea turns her eyes back on Dumbledore, "I pity you Albus. You could have done things differently, and we wouldn't be here today, you didn't have to poison my boy to get to him."

"Would you have let me talk to him about the packs in any scenario?" Dumbledore laughs dryly, closing his eyes, not making any moves to get up from his starfish position.

"No, but we could have figured something else out," Dorea murmurs softly. She tucks her wand into the waistband of her shorts, and waves her hands so the clouds clear up, leaving clear blue sky behind. She nods at the older wizard, though he is blind to the sentiment and she begins to walk away.

"He was a monster...I had no other choice," Dumbledore says gently, a caress of sound that carries with the light breeze.

"I know, Albus...I know. After you get your cookie, I expect you to vacate my land, I won't ask twice...oh, and fix my lawn," Dorea says firmly, and there's a hint of sympathy, but she shakes her head and walks back towards the house, gingerly touching her cheek, and frowning when her fingers came across warm, stickiness. Blood. She hadn't escaped all of the debris he had thrown at her, and a few rocks had cut open her skin.

"Do you want me to get the salve? You should have a shower and then I can fix you up," Charlus murmurs to his wife, pulling her into her side, and she sinks into him. He's warm and he's home.

"You know exactly what I need, you darling man," Dorea smiles lazily as she tips her face up towards his and he claims her mouth and pulls her flush against him. It's one of those knee weakening kisses that sends tingles down your spine, and she throws her arms around his neck, and the children all grumble and excuse themselves-glancing at Dumbledore once more before going back inside.

Charlus pulls away nice and slow, and her grey eyes have glazed over with lust, "do you want to join me in the shower?"

"Merlin, witch, I love you...and I thought you'd never ask," Charlus smiles easily, and she feels like girl she was when she first met him all over again. The man never ceased to make her melt, and to know exactly what she needed. They fit, and none of her past suitors had even had a chance compared to Charlus Potter.

"I love you, Charlus Potter," Dorea smirks, squealing out happily as Charlus leans down and gathers her in his arms, and she lays her head against his chest as he carries her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

In the grass, Dumbledore stares at the sky, and breathes in deeply, trying to soothe his wounded pride. When a pop jolts him out of his self pity, and Mipsy places a chocolate chip cookie on his chest, nodding curtly before popping away again.

Dumbledore can't help the short, bitter laugh that spills from his lips, and he grabs the cookie before sitting up, and he looks at the Manor in all of its grandeur, it's clean lines and homely feel. He spots a window on the second floor open, and he sees something of great interest.

Hmm, perhaps not all is lost, Dumbledore thinks to himself as he bites into the cookie, the chocolate melting over his tongue. With that seed of hope in the back of his brain, he gets up, dusts himself off, and turns on his heel, a loud crack sounding as he apparates away. Dorea would not be happy about the state he left her lawn in, but he has to leave with at least some of his dignity still intact.