Thanks for all the reviews and for reading my story. To PrimeSpectre, firstly, that is a great point, however, Dumbledore is twelve and he has never duelled before. He is going to get better, but even a genius takes time to learn.

And to Hitmen101, thank you for pointing that out, I agree. But she will not go berserker yet, even though Seraphina has been reborn, her brain is physically twelve, and each year she stays in the new world, the more her previous memory fades, so at this point, she is like one or two years older mentally than physically, max. It would be very concerning even if a twelve year old psychopath kills every single random person who annoyed them, and I don't think she is a psychopath, not really.

Give them time to grow, they are children.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my story.

Chapter 13 The Duelling Show

Almost the entirety of Slytherin ended up showing up to our duel. I am so glad that we managed to bug Merrythought into giving us the free pass for duelling when she got sick of supervising us. To be fair, I would be sick too if I had to watch people duel for three hours straight.

We really pushed the limit that one time.

I walked up onto the makeshift stage, which was a bunch of tables pushed together with a giant, transfigured stone top. My dark blue uniform cloak with emerald trim bellowing behind me. I am so glad that they let us wear lower calf length skirts, because I will trip really embarrassingly otherwise. I tried my best to look confident, but I baulked a bit once I saw everyone. Oh My Gosh Greene brought all the muggleborns and there were also a lot of Ravenclaws. This is scary. I am certain that without magic, none of us will fit in this room.

I saw Albus across from me from the stage, as the room went silent. He was putting on a confident smile, but I could see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Ground rules: No Unforgivables and no interfering from anyone else, agreed?" Sirius Black asked.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Good. Starting positions." I chose the Serpentine opening stance, with the cobra strike leg positioning, while Albus went with the classic defensive.

"You may begin…Now!" Sirius announced, as soon as he and the other present seventh years erected the duelling wards.

"Stupify!" Albus yelled, sending out the first spell. I sidestepped it, without shifting from my pose too much. This is one of the benefits of the cobra strike leg positioning, you are set up to jump, so you can always dodge the first spell.

"Assendio! Bombarda!" I cast, channelling each spell in the opposite direction.

The crowd gasped. I smirked, I am just getting started. Albus dove towards the bombarda, casting a wandless shield. Pretty stupid move, since he will just be blasted backwards. A plus for using area affected spells.

"Diffindo! Immobilus! Silencio! Muffilatio!" He cast in succession.

That's more like it! I casted a wandless shield for the first two, slowly moving towards him, rotating our positions by 90 degrees. See, the stage is rectangular, if I can get him nearer to the edge, I might be able to tilt the stage over and win a lot faster. I quickly deflected the second two spells back towards him. Blocking will not work since they were both area affected spells.

Silently, I cast the arrow conjuring curse, and furnunculus. His eyes went wide, as he dived out of the way. Waving his wand, he transfigured my arrows into harmless flowers with a loud bang. That was actually pretty cool. I continued to cast a blasting curse and a cutting curse at where he was. He dodged the blasting curse and the cutting curse which hit the stage, blasting tiny fragments of it apart. He quickly transfigured the fragments into spears.

"Oppugno!" He cast.

Instantly, the spears flew up, surrounding and posed to attack me. Ah, so much for my plan. Well, Albus, you may be good at transfiguration, but you are no match for my Necromancy!

"Rotungu!" I cried, waving my wand through the intricate motions.

A cold shiver travelled throughout the room, the few people who knew the spell, namely the ancient dark families like the Blacks and Malfoys, gasped. I held on to the spell, as the vague scent of mouldy, rotting earth filled my nose, and a shiver that can only be described as dry and creepy crept up from my chest to my arm. A cluster of black and white lightning shot out from my wand, hitting each spear with a resounding CRACK. As soon as the spells and spears met, the spears turned into a fine grey powder, surrounding and obscuring me from everyone's sight.

Albus POV

As the fine grey mist rained down upon Seraphina, everyone gasped. My eyes were wide as saucers. The last time she tried that spell, nothing remained of the quill. Nothing but ash. Knowing her flare for dramatics, I prepared myself for her next attack.

Suddenly, most of the grey dust rushed towards me. I instantly cast a shield, but some particles still came through. They were sharp like coarse sand and cut my exposed face and tore into parts of my clothing, shredding them. I quickly transfigured the part of the stage in front of me into a better metal shield. You better be able to fix this, Seraphina! I am not wearing torn robes for the rest of the term! Especially not since Aberforth is here, watching this duel! I spared a glance towards the crowds, Aberforth was watching me with ridiculously wide eyes. Suddenly, he gasped, along with a significant portion of the crowd.

Snapping my head towards Seraphina, I heard a hiss, and a flash of dark blue-green light, but the flash moved as if it were alive.

Oh no.

The remaining mist parted, Seraphina walked forwards. Her hair and cloak blew wildly around her. Her eyes glowed gold. But curling and hissing around her, was a giant whip of dark blue-green flames that slithered jerkily. It was interceded with the occasional strand of gold, the exact colour of her eyes, while spitting out sparks of blue, green and gold randomly. She snapped out her arm, instantly, the flames coiled itself around her with a loud CRACK, the end flaring with particularly large sparks, sounding exactly like a real whip.

She faced me and smiled. I have never seen something so beautifully terrifying in my whole life. For the first time, I am actually fearing for my life from something other than Ariana's outbursts. She pointed her wand towards me. The whip responded to her will, diving towards me like a Chinese dragon.

"Protego!" I screamed, trying to cast the most powerful shield I could and pushing it and the metal wall a few metres in front of me, to stop the spell in its tracks.

Clang! My shields shattered like fragile glass upon contact with the dragon, and I felt my heart fall into my stomach. There is no way that is anything other than elemental fire. Wait, elemental fire. Elemental water may work? But I ignored elemental magic for Alchemy. I cursed myself. Well, normal water might work a bit.

"Aguamenti!Aguamenti!Aguamenti!Aguamenti!" I cast, repeatedly.

Through my desperate hopes and prayers, the water shot out like a cannon from the end of my wand.

…And vapourised upon contact with the dragon.

Oh no.

This was my last thought as the flames wrapped itself around me and I closed my eyes.

I waited for the pain…but it never came, instead I heard with whispers all around me. I opened my left eye by a tiny crack. Instead of my charred corpse, I saw a pretty weird sight. My body was bound in place by the fire, but it didn't burn. Instead, it was this lukewarm rope, with sparks jumping out occasionally. I looked up, right into the grinning face of Seraphina.

"You didn't really think I would kill you, did you, Albus?" She asked, placing her hand on her heart and pretending to look hurt.

"I had enough mastery over my own spell and elemental magic to make it obey my will." She demonstrated by raising the temperature of the whip, it was starting to feel uncomfortably warm. "If I kill you, who will discuss magic theories with me? Or duel me? I can't have you dying!" She laughed.

She flicked her wand, instantly, the whip loosened, dropping me unceremoniously onto the ground, The whip snaked around the air a few times, before finally curling and vanishing into Seraphina's wand with a loud hiss. I rolled my eyes. I am certain that the last part was not necessary, she just wanted to show off. She offered me a hand, and pulled me up, handing me back my wand.

"Thanks."

"I win!" She turned around and announced cheerily to Sirius.

Sirius, still in a bit of a daze from her display, who quickly snapped into focus, nodding his head, looking frazzled. Seraphina turned towards me once more.

"Hold still, Albus."

Murmuring spells under her breath, too low for me to catch, Seraphina waved her wand over my face and body. Instantly, various spots began itching, and I was filled with an urge to sneeze and scratch like a flea ridden dog.

"Hold still!" Seraphina commanded once more, annoyed.

After two minutes of agonising stillness, Seraphina finally turned away. I quickly lifted my hands to check what she had done to my face. To my surprise, I found…nothing. Not even a trace of a scar remained from our duel! Unbelievable! I quickly conjured a mirror, and sure enough, nothing!

Looking at my amazed face, Seraphina gave me a wink. Before walking towards her group. I watched, as the younger Slytherins parted for her, almost as if looking at her with a slight reverie. While to the side, Sirius and Malfoy whispered.

Hang on a second, she hasn't fixed my robes yet!

"Seraphina, wait!"