Chapter Nineteen
The Battle with the Demon

In the morning they followed Fred and George through passageways around Hogwarts and finally found themselves in the clearing. They all jumped into Blaise's world and Hermione, Kyla, Fred, and George got they're powers. They weren't positive what they were and when they asked Fiona she just said, "You'll know when you know,"
They all got "out," and then Harry's scar started to burn.
"OW!" He fell to his knees and Fiona pulled him back up quickly.
"None of this Harry. It's going to hurt, but, we need it to so that we can...use you as a kind of a compass to you-know-who,"

"Oh bloody brilliant," Harry squinted.
"In which direction do you have to face for it to hurt you the most?" Fiona asked, turning him slowly in a circle.

"AH!"
"That way it is," Fiona said, pushing him in the direction he was facing when he screamed.

They found themselves walking through dark trees upon darker trees and finally coming upon a dead end. They looked forward and all they saw was a big black wall.

"You mean to tell me that hes in a wall?" Draco huffed.

"No, just follow," Fiona grunted at his lack of trust and walked forward with Harry as if they were going to walk through the wall, but right before they would have made contact with it, they fell through the ground.

"Woah...do we have to get sucked into the earth?" Ron said hesitantly.

"Come on, Ronnie...we'll do it together," Jet took a deep breath and pulled Ron with her down into the ground. Everyone else followed.
They fell for what seemed like a few minutes and then finally landed painfully on hard ground.

"OW!" They all got up and brushed dirt off their clothes. They looked around and saw nothing except for a large glass plate. Mya, being the bold one, stepped forward to take a closer look at it. She could see her reflection in it.

"A mirror?" Mya grunted, a look of disappointment washed over her face.

"No, any second now...two of us will be pulled in...we will have to battle it out...to the death...good luck...Jet and Mya..." Fiona waved at them as they started to rise off the floor.
"RON!" Jet screamed.

"JET!" Ron tried to grab her hand, but he couldn't reach.

"MYA!" Draco screamed.

"Oh, shut the fuck up..." Mya folded her arms and her eyes went yellow. She tried to foresee what they were up against.

Suddenly they were hurled into the glass. Fiona started to talk as she watched it, "I would advise you all to not watch the looking glass. It is a mirror and what we see is a reflection, which means...if we see them losing...they are really winning, and vice versa. Just so that you don't get upset or confused...just listen to my commentary and either close your eyes or look away from the looking glass,"

They both landed rough on the otherside of the looking glass. Mya landed on her wrist and Jet had rolled so far that her skirt got torn. They could hear a deep malicious laugh echo around them. No matter how much pain they were both feeling, they stood up quickly.

"JACQUES! Come out and fight like the man you should be!" Jet yelled out, readying herself.

"Or the man that I am..." The voice said.

"Stop playing games, we're here to kill you. You're just there to give us a challenge, no matter how small and meaningless." Mya growled

"Well aren't we just he brave little princess?"

Mya scowled to where she thought the voice was coming from.

"JACQUES! It's now or never! Don't you want to see me one last time...before I KILL YOU!" Jets said, starting to circle a bit, her fists raised.
"Don't you mean you want to see...no...TOUCH ME before I kill you?"
"But of course..." Jet's voice was monotone. Mya snapped her head around to look at her. Jet's eyes were glazed over.

"NO!" Mya looked around for any sign of him. Jet began to walk right past her.

"Brigitte darling...why don't you turn around to say "au revoir" to your friend?"
Mya was paralyzed in fear, anger, and sorrow. Jet turned around and looked straight at Mya.
"Bye..." She said dreamily. Before she turned around to walk towards Jacques, she winked at Mya.

"You can't do this Jacques!" Mya acted well.
"Oh, but I am...One last kiss before you're gone forever?" Jacques had blinked and was now next to Jet, right in front of mya. He put his arm around her waist and looked at Mya with a smirk of victory, "'ow do you like zat, Marie? Front row seats to your best friend's death..." His eyes went black. As he went to kiss her he grew fangs. As he was kissing her you could see a tongue, similar to that of a snake's. Jet's eyes were closed tight. Mywa wasnt' sure if she was in pain or if she was disgusted. Probably a little bit of both once she saw that Jacques was growing claws which were digging deep into her back.

"Are you done?..." Mya swallowed hard on what had seemed to be the last thing she had eaten.

He turned to look at Mya when Jet spoke out, "Cause I am!" She took teh dagger out of his back pocket and drove it into his heart.

"You can't kill me...I'm already dead..."

"But I can capture your soul..." Jet's eyes turned red, she grew fants, and her skin seemed to turn scaley and green as she sprouted silvery wings.
"To capture the soul of a demon, bite him with a veela fang!" Mya recited happily.
Jet swooped down on the terrified Jacques and bit his neck. It was as if his skin turned into black serpents that slithered away from he scene. All that was left behind was a black stone necklace. Jet picked it up and just in time for Mya and herself to be hurled back throught the looking glass.