With a flash of light and a swish of a cloak, Dumbledore stood side by side with Skarlett, pointing out his wand, just the same as Skarlett.

'Tom, isn't it time to give up the masquerade?' Dumbledore said while sending a stunning spell to the death eaters surrounding them.

'Quit it? Oh Dumbledore, you know too well I won't end it till I get what I have wanted from the start of this pursuit.' Voldemort said coolly eyeing Skarlett with the utmost loathe.

'Tom, I can take you on, you know by far that you are no match, you have been frightened of my skills since you were young.'

'A foolish old man would believe anything to trust the most powerful, Dumbledore.'

'I am getting Impatient..' Skarlett said in a mock sing-song voice and tapping her finger on her wand.

'Miss Ashmore, May I suggest that you shut your mouth before you get hurt, you silly little girl.' Voldemort said maliciously.

'Aww, what a terrible thing that would be,' And she rolled her eyes.

'I suggest to you, Tom, That you flea or fight, what type of man are you?'

'A Powerful one.'

And so the fight was one. Of course Skarlett used some arse kicking moves, whoot! But of course Voldemort gets away.

(Sorry for this scene ending so quick has new ideas and thanks so much for reviewing!)