Chapter Six: Prophecy

Dumbledore stared at the faces of four young teens in front of him. He sighed as the prophecy he had given many years ago, was about to come true no matter how much he didn't want to.

"I must tell you something before I allow you to go. When I was a younger lad, I made a prophecy that goes like this:

Four will join together,

to save the fifth.

Two Queens and two Kings,

the Lost One will be a Prince.

Locked in the Dark Lord's second's home,

to save the Prince,

a Queen must die."

As Dumbledore finished this, he looked gravely at Aingel who nodded back at him. She had been told of her fate long ago and had calmly accepted it knowing that it would happen without her consent to. As the others left, Aingel stayed behind.

"You explain it to them right?"

"Yes Aingel Cafell Alcastrina, I will."

Aingel bowed as deeply as she could and said, "Thank you Master Dumbledore."

"It is I who should be bowing to you. For once you complete your mission, Voldemort will die."

The air was thick with tension and silence as they flew through the air towards the Malfoy Manner. Earlier Aingel had told them all that they had to do most of the fighting because all her energy had to be saved for the last battle. When they touched down on the ground, Aingel motioned them to follow her.

She led them through countless hallways and secret entrances like she had lived there all her life. She felt the stares of her friends as they looked at her awed. She herself was surprised; she hadn't set foot in here since she was three. She knew that around the corner would be her death, and another's survival. She could turn back now or go on and save the missing and final member of the Dream Team as Draco had called them. She gritted her teeth and kept going.

None of them was prepared. Around the corner they heard cries of pain as Ron was tortured. Aingel held back Hermione and motioned to her to be quite as Alex grabbed Harry's arm and did the same. Slowly the torn friends nodded and Aingel crept forward with her wand out and sword loose in its sheath. The other three behind got out their wands.

Aingel threw open the door and three death eaters looked up surprised. A familiar head turned around surprised.

"Ah, Aingel Alcastrina; I was wondering when you would return."

"Luscious, don't tell me you lowered your standard to the poor? I thought it was just the rich you went after."

"I was perfecting my techniques till you came," Luscious nodded at the others, "Kill them all!"

Aingel pointed her wand at him and said, "You and me. One on one may the best fighter win."

Luscious agreed not knowing that for the last two years Aingel had perfected her fighting techniques for this day. They saluted each other and immediately screamed our curses and hexes at each other. After the three death eaters had been killed, they were still fighting. Sweat was pouring down Luscious' face while Aingel was barely even breathing hard, or so it seemed. Luscious began to doubt himself and wonder what he had gotten himself into when he saw an opening.

"Explellairmus!" He roared and caught her wand as it flew towards him.

He grinned, thinking that he had one when she pulled out her sword. It had blue and purple flames dancing all along the edge, "My dear friend Luscious. Did you really think that I would let you win?"

Luscious gulped, he hadn't been practicing fencing anymore because he had believed that there was no need for it. Yet here she was challenging him. He slowly, for his magic was exhausted, created a sword. It was dark and had red flames dancing on it.

Once Aingel saw the blade in his hands she lunged for him. He hurriedly blocked it and stumbled back. Her friends saw her grin evilly and attack him again. Only Alex had seen her fight like this, and he had hoped he never would have again. The blue flames showed that her life might be in mortal danger. Last time, it had been between him and her and she had beaten him, maybe she would now.

The two fighters were locked in a deadly, yet beautiful dance. Sparks flew and lightening surrounded them. The air was buzzing with electricity. When Aingel finally went in for the kill, she stabbed him in the heart. In his last thirty seconds he fell and Alex sighed with relief thinking it was over, but he had never seen the purple flames and didn't know what they meant. They meant even if she won...she would die winning.

Aingel had forgotten the prophecy and the most important rule of fighting: never turn your back on your enemy. With a grin, Luscious grabbed a dagger that was in his pocket and threw it at her back. It lodged itself in her back and pierced her heart. Her eyes went wide and she fell to her knees. Luscious died happily knowing he had killed one of the Alcastrina family members finally.

Alex's heart wrenched as he watched his best friend die before his eyes. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. His quick reflexes caught her and he held her as she tried to tell him something.

"Alex...I knew I would die...I was told years and years ago that I would and I accepted it. Please don't be mad at Dumbledore, he didn't want me to die nor did anyone else who knew." Her voice grew down to a whisper, "Don't let this overtake you and you die of a broken heart...you...you have...have to complete...your...destiny..."

Aingel's head went limp and her chest rose no more. Her eyes were open and were a shade of blue that no one had ever seen. Her mouth was curled up in a small smile and her body was relaxed. It was as if she was only sleeping but Alex knew better. Tears rolled down his face and splashed onto hers. Alex felt a warm hand on his shoulder, it was Harry.

"Alex, we should go...Dumbledore is waiting and Ron needs serious medical attention."

Alex numbly nodded and stood up and carried out Aingel gently. He saw her broom that she had made herself in her fourth year and named it fondly 'Littlest Gold Dragon.' He grabbed it and put it under his arm as he sat down on his Firebolt. Hermione and Harry got on theirs with Ron magically tied to Harry's broom