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Chapter 5 - Showdown

Dumbledore rushed past Ron and Harry in the corridors. "Go and fetch Ellie, I believe you'll find her hiding in Snape's office. Quickly, boys!" Harry hardly heard him, but turned numbly in the direction he was pointing. Ron and Harry increased their pace to a slight jog, Ron constantly talking about the strange events that had been going on. "I reckon its that damn dream intruder, finally tried to kill one of us. There's always a dirty great dagger in their hand "
Harry interrupted "No, it's not her." confused, Ron stopped and stared blankly at Harry.
"Ron, I've been having those dreams too. She's never hurt us." Harry started tugging Ron down the stairs by his cloak sleeve, "She knew someone would break in Ron! Hurry up!" An immediate sense of urgency crept through Harry. "Why didn't you tell me? About the dreams?" Ron panted as they swung around the hallway corner, "Never thought " but before Harry could finish, they heard a great noise coming from Snape's office. They heard Snape's raised voice echoing off the hallway, and muffled sobbing resonating along the corridor.
Before Harry could think twice, he started yelling, "Snape! Hurry! Dumbledore needs Ellie!" Silence filled the hallway. "ELLIE!" he yelled as Snape strode out into the hallway, his wand ready at his side, glaring menacingly at both Harry and Ron.
"She comes." The cloaked figure from Ron and Harry's nightmares stepped forward out of the shadows. Snape raised his wand, pointed it to the two boys, and before they could react, they were surrounded in a tunnel of blue mist. Harry and Ron both heard the spell, but the muffled words "audible unablilis", sounded like they were being spoken a great distance away. Ron tried to shout, but his voice was absorbed by the great blue fog; sounding more like a dull hum.
A harsh rasping voice pierced through the mist, the dark figure clearly coming toward them, "You are right. We all must hurry"
Harry blinked several times, before registering Professor Gordie. As she strode past them both, he noticed her short dark hair had lengthened, becoming long flowing whisps of hair that pulsed behind her in the fog, like lightening in the stormy sky. Her face was covered in glass shards, blood smeared across her features. Horrified, they stumbled behind her, bound to her within strange blue mist. They arrived at the Gryffindor tower faster then the boys had anticipated, finding it completely deserted. Professor Gordie turned to Ron. "Have you heard from your brother yet?", and as Ron timidly shook his head, she cursed, sending a chair crashing against the wall. Standing there for indecisive moment, Elaria snarled, a vicious low grumble slicing through the muffling blue fog surrounding them. Snape rushed in behind them, joining them within their misty shroud. "Up! Quickly, up in the boys dorm." He pointed, rushing toward the staircase. Confused, and slightly bewildered by the blue fog, Harry and Ron quickly followed the Professors up the stairs.
Before they reached the top, a loud blast was heard, and Professor Snape's rigid body came crashing down past them, no longer surrounded by the mist. Bright blasts were ricocheting off the grey stone walls ahead, and both boys retrieved their wands, readying themselves. However ready they seemed to be, nothing could have prepared them for the scene they met within their own room. At one end, Professor Gordie looked to be channelling the blue fog, drawing on it's energy, muttering a complex incantation, waving a distinctive knife in the moonlight toward a hovering figure near the window. The unmistakable floating figure was a screaming banchee, with wild white hair, screeching into the blue mist. Elaria stood slowly, grey eyes gleaming with a cold radiance. The two women faced each other, trading futile blows, with the Banshee directing fully aimed screams at Professor Gordie. The ever diminishing blue mist absorbing the blow, allowing the Professor to hurl her own, undiminished vocal assault. Each blow sending pulses of sickness, and nausea down into the pit of Harry's stomach. Ron leapt ahead of him, aiming his wand, sent a silencing spell toward the raised figure of the banchee. His wand sent a feeble pulse toward the shrieking woman, unable to pierce the fog correctly. Without hesitation, the wench turned, shrieking at Ron with a voice filled with malice and hatred. Doubled over with pain, Ron stumbled backward, falling into Harry. Ron's eyes had glossed over, and as he rolled over to his hands and knees, retching as the nausea enveloped him completely. Anger, and fear merged at the base of Harry's spine, sharpening his mind. Blue mist surged between them, and without thinking, Harry aimed his own wand at the banshee, screaming the silencing curse. His own scream sounded very small, muted by the mists, but as his desperation increased, it deepened into a low growl that shook the very earth. In the next second, a blinding blue flash seared through the air, followed by a tremendous explosion, as Harry was thrown against the wall.