As we reached the terrible sight, Potter and I slowed down and took in the disaster. Countless bodies lay strewn on the field, and what seemed like many villages, fathers, mothers, children, lay frozen in mid step, all carrying a torch or a weapon of some sort, seemingly trying to run to attack the wizard.. A middle aged man stood, carelessly wandering about the muggles, before he stopped and stood before a girl of about fifteen, and I stared, my eleven year old self, in horror at the scene that unfolded before my eyes. All was silent, so I could hear the man's silky, evil voice from where we stood, and it scared me beyond my wildest dreams.

"Muggles. Even wizards, even the strongest ones, they are all so weak." He drew his talon-like nail along the girl's pale cheek, drawing a faint line of blood. He lifted his finger to his mouth, and to my horror, put it to his tongue. "But, muggles, mudbloods, muggle-loving fools, those are the worst. Their blood, it's tainted, you can smell it, taste it… It's creatures like these that the world is in ruins!" He cackled manically. "But don't worry, don't worry… I'll kill you all, each and every one of you. And it won't be nice and easy, no… No, it will be painful, and much, much blood will be invol-"

Lily tuned out his speech, and went over the details she knew of the fight. There were the muggles, they went first. Lily came to a realization: everyone here was going to die. She shuddered, and surprisingly enough, James put a comforting arm around her as they crouched.

"I know, Evans, it's hard, but we can't do anything. We will just have to wait and see who will off this lunatic… Just wait," he said, affectionately. He cracked a sad smile, and returned his attention to the wizard.

I sat there for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth of his arm on my back, oddly enough, because I hate Potter, before focusing on the crisis at hand. I remembered who came next: the first wave of the Ministry. They all died too… And then came the one who killed the killer, who was gone before the second wave appeared to clean up the mess.

Suddenly, I sensed a bolt of power course through the ground, and soon all the muggles standing before the wizard dropped to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. I quickly covered my ears, and rocking back and forth, trying to block out the noise, but the sight of young children, laying on the grounds squirming, calling for their mothers as their blood boiled and they burned alive was a sight that remained etched in her mind. The young ones were the first to fall, and soon after the screams of the women died out. Finally, there were select few left, the unlucky ones. Riphrage raised these into the air with his wand, and what he did to them… Well, I'll just leave that to your imagination.

As the very last scream faded from the air, cracks were heard every where, as Ministry Officials popped up everywhere. These too seemed to drop like flies, shrieking in pain as they apparated onto the scene. Soon there were no more, and Riphrage seemed to relax at that. I, however, tensed my body in anticipation of who might be coming to kill this vicious, heartless murderer. Dumbledore, perhaps? After all, he was the one who sent us back here…

Quietly, I turned to Potter, who also looked shocked at what he just witnessed.

"This is it." I whispered. "Any minute now, we will unveil a secret concealed throughout history."

A minute passed, though it seemed like hours, and nothing happened, just Riphrage standing in the middle of the cold, sullen field, spreading some sand and candles about, while reciting some words. Slowly the floated over to us on the chilled wind: "Allius casus mundus infernus." He was repeating these words again and again… What did they mean? I knew I remembered them from somewhere… But where? Suddenly, it all came back. It was from a book she sneaked out of the restricted section: Death of All: a Book of Deadly Spells. This spell was unheard of to have been performed, it was impossible. After all, the power needed was immense, and the results unspeakable. It was, quite literally, the end of the world. I gave the mysterious killer a few more seconds, before giving up. I had no choice, I mean, we were all gonna die here! I couldn't just let it all happen while doing nothing. So I really had no choice.

I ran. I ran onto the field, screaming like a crazy woman, running to the wizard.

"LILY EVANS!" James shrieked in fear and worry.

Riphrage spared me one glance, looking at the commotion, before giving us a flick of the hand, and turning back to his spell casting. I felt a prickle, but other than that, nothing. I figure that this was not what he wanted, but I shrugged, and did the only thing I could think of: I pushed my hands out, and sent all the power and energy coursing through out my palms.

What I saw next changed me more than ever. The most powerful man on earth was writhing at my will. Soon, however, I started to tire, and this wizard took advantage of that. And he sent back his own power, which I tried to block, but it started coursing into me, consuming me, devouring me whole… I thought it was over, but finally Potter (or should I call him James now? He did save my life…) came to my aid. He grasped my shaking hand and pushed the pain out. And together, we sent the most powerful wizard of all to hell.

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Tada! Surprise, eh? Kinda like that part in PoA… Where Harry thinks his dad comes… Remember? Well, yup. More coming soon!