TWO YEARS LATER
Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror.
'To me, Potter,' repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.
Harry's insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one.
'To me,' said Malfoy yet again.
'Where's Sirius?' Harry said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, 'The Dark Lord always knows!'
'Always,' echoed Malfoy softly. 'Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.'
'I want to know where Sirius is!'
'I want to know where Sirius is!' mimicked the woman to his left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes.
'You've got him,' said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. 'He's here. I know he is.'
'The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,' said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. Harry felt Ron stir beside him.
'Don't do anything,' Harry muttered. 'Not yet-'
The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter.
'You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!'
'Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,' said Malfoy softly. 'He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.'
'I know Sirius is here,' said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. 'I know you've got him!'
More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all.
'It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.'
'Go on, then,' said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the five wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose on either side of him. The knot in Harry's stomach tightened. If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends to their deaths for no reason at all ...
But the Death Eaters did not strike.
'Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,' said Malfoy coolly.
It was Harry's turn to laugh.
'Yeah, right!' he said. 'I give you this-prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?'
The words were hardly out of his mouth when the Bellatrix shrieked: 'Accio proph -'
Harry was just ready for her: he shouted 'Protego' before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it.
Harry gazed at Bellatrix Lestrange, and realised that she was wearing a miraculous. It was the X-shaped brooch, attached to her robe. A purple mask was across her face, and her robe wasn't a robe, but a black dress robe with dark purple streaks across it, like the ones on an akuma. She was holding her wand in one hand, and a purple cane in another. At the tip of the cane, there was a small glass sphere, and inside, Harry could make out something fluttering inside it.
'Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,' she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. 'Very well, then-'
'I TOLD YOU, NO!' Lucius Malfoy roared. 'If you smash it-!'
Harry's mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, to make sure none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity ...
Bellatrix stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed her face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.
'You need more persuasion?' she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Very well-take the smallest one,' she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. 'Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it.'
Harry felt the others close in around Ginny; he stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up.
'You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,' he told Bellatrix. 'I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?'
She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth.
'So,' said Harry, 'what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?'
He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking; he could feel one of the others' quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.
'What kind of prophecy?' repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. 'You jest, Harry Potter.'
'Nope, not jesting,' said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. 'How come Voldemort wants it?
Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.
'You dare speak his name?' whispered Bellatrix, a passionate fury etched across her dark green eyes.
'Yeah,' said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. 'Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol-
'Shut your mouth!' Bellatrix shrieked. 'You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare-'
'Did you know he's a half-blood too?' said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. 'Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle-or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?'
'AVAD—'
'NO!'
A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered.
"Come on, let's get this over with, we need the prophecy." Malfoy hissed.
All of the Death Eaters surrounded them.
"Wait, you have a Miraculous?" Harry pretended to look surprised.
"Yes, I do. Or is that concept so complicated for your simple mind to understand?" she sneered.
"You, of all people, are obviously not worthy of one. Or is THAT obvious thought too obvious for your dumb mind?" Ron hissed.
"What's a Miraculous?" Neville whimpered, and all the Death Eaters burst out into raucous laughter.
Tikki zoomed out of Harry's pocket. "Lestrange," she hissed, with a murderous loathing in her voice. "Remember me?"
Harry frowned. "You know her?" he whispered, but she ignored him.
Bellatrix Lestrange stayed rigid for a few moments, her mouth agape, but then she staggered back, her eyes burning with fury.
"YOU—" she whispered, shaking with rage. "Crucio!" she yelled, and the green light shot from her wand and bounced off Tikki.
"You're just as ignorant as ever, aren't you, Bella?" Tikki flew closer. "Us kwamis can't be harmed. We are superior to you, and should be equals in your mind. That simple fact was the one you always failed to grasp. Transform, Harry."
"What—? Oh— yeah." He said. "Tikki, spots on!"
"Fleepie, feathers of flight!"
"Vii, scarlet eyes." Ron turned to Ginny, Luna and Neville. "If you guys tell a soul about our secret identities…" he said threateningly.
They nodded curtly.
"Give us the prophecy, and none need to get hurt," Lucius Malfoy growled softly.
"Once we give it to you, you'll still hurt us." Harry hissed. "How can we trust you?"
"The unbreakable vow!" Ron gasped. "Do it. Swear on it. And everyone put your wands down."
Everyone did just so, except Harry, who was noting how casually the Death Eaters were doing it. No, something was going on here.
Hermione stepped forwards. "I'll do it."
Malfoy raised his arm, and Harry looked around at the others for an idea of what to do.
"You have to hold out your arm. I'll do the rest." Hermione said.
"Do you swear that once you have the prophecy, none of you death eaters will harm us?" Hermione said. She was the bonder.
"I do," he said.
A silver string came from Hermione's wand tip and tangled itself around their arms. Then, it disappeared.
"Well, we'll give you the prophecy, and you'll die if you harm us." Harry smirked casually, and held it out.
"Well? You going to take it or not?" Ginny grimaced, watching nervously.
Bellatrix stepped forward, and laughed. "Crucio!" she yelled, and a green flash shot from her wand. Ron deflected the spell just in time.
"What? But… but…" Harry stammered. "How— what? Malfoy did the unbreakable vow! How come he's not dying?" Harry gasped.
"Because the stupid mudblood phrased it in a way that presents to us the most obvious, wonderful loophole ever." Bellatrix sneered. "We haven't got the prophecy yet. We're going to do all the hurting first."
"NO!" Harry screamed. "Accio thestrals!"
Nothing happened.
"A-accio brooms!" Neville stammered hopefully.
Nothing happened either.
"Leaving, Potter?" a hooded death eater hissed. "You're a coward."
"Expelliarmus!"
"Wingardium Leviosa," he said, and the prophecy lifted from Harry's hands into the air, above their reach. It reminded him of a painful memory of him flying to catch the Remembrall Malfoy had thrown up.
"Accio prophecy!" Neville yelled, and the prophecy flew into his hands.
"Good job, Neville!"
"He has the prophecy! Stop! Give it to us!"
Bellatrix put her cane on the ground, and flicked open the glass sphere at the top of it. The white butterfly landed on her hand, and she cupped it. When it flew out, it was a white butterfly.
"Akumatise Potter!" she roared, laughing pschycopathically.
The akuma sunk into harry's earring.
"You are going to help us get the prophecy." A voice in his head said.
"No! Never!," he yelled. How could he let a Death Eater control him?
"Give in to the akuma! You can't fight it."
"I… I CAN!" Harry roared, and suddenly, the black butterfly burst out of the earring. Harry lay down, panting breathlessly.
"What…?! NO!? How?!" Bellatrix stammered. "It would take unimaginable mental strength to resist akumatisation! You're a stupid half-blood! How could you… no… it doesn't make any sense," she said faintly.
"Try another one. Don't bother with the Shortbottom boy, he's useless. The mudblood is… a mudblood. That leaves the Weasleys." Lucius Malfoy advised.
Bellatrix did just so, but Hermione yelled: "Ron, think positive thoughts!"
Ron yelled: "Expecto patronum!", and a small dog burst out of his wand, and galloped around him. The akuma panicked, and fled.
"Yes, great idea, Ron! Patronuses are happiness, and hope, and positive emotions! Akumas feed on negative ones, like dementors!" Hermione gasped.
The akuma began to fly to Ginny, who staggered back, fear in her eyes. The akuma sunk into her wand, and she screamed.
"Help us get the prophecy." Bellatrix ordered. Ginny gasped, shaking, and said "No! Stop it! Get out of my mind!"
Meanwhile, the other Death Eaters were cornering the others.
"Gina Weasle—"
"It's Ginny, you idiot!" she roared, still shaking, trying desperately to rip her wand and free it of the akuma.
"Ginny Weasley, I can see everything in your mind, and I know your hopes and dreams. You can be the best. You can achieve so much with us! Those who are loyal to The Dark Lord , like me, will be rewarded dearly."
"No!" Ginny sobbed. "Stop it! I'm not doing anything for you!"
"Flipendo!" Ron yelled, and Bellatrix was blown back. "Don't you dare speak to my sister!"
The Death Eaters and the kids fought furiously, but the Death Eaters were winning."
"Shapeshifter…. I give you the power to change how you look, and morph into terrifying creatures."
AN: What? That not inventive enough for you? Well, in my defence, I can justify that. Gabriel Agreste is a fashion designer, thus has good imagination, and can think of inventive powers like Lady Wifi's or the collector's. Bellatrix Lestrange, although mad and sadistic, isn't gonna be able to think of cool supervillains.
Ginny screamed, and held her head. She lay on the floor, panting, while the others fought. Her breathing was raspy and shallow, as if every breath was costing immense work. A muffled cry of anguish escaped her lips, and suddenly, her eyes became blank and expressionless. Suddenly, her lips curled into a malicious smirk. Around her eyes was a white, ghostly, almost angelic mask. Where she was wearing her Hogwarts Robes, she was now wearing a white jumpsuit. Attached to her waist was a red spinner, which she withdrew and spun. When it stopped revolving, Ginny, or rather, shapeshifter, started morphing and transforming into a chimaera. She leapt forwards and launched herself onto Harry, who toppled backwards and held his wand up. Shapeshifter grabbed the prophecy in its mouth, and clawed viciously at Harry's ears. He felt a stinging pain shoot through him, and could feel blood.
"The earrings…" the chimaera spoke in a high voice so unlike Ginny. "Give me the earrings."
"Flipendo!" he yelled, and the chimaera was flung back. "Ginny, don't make me hurt you!" Harry yelled.
"You can't reason with her, Potter. I'm too strong." Bellatrix sneered acidly.
Suddenly, figures were appearing everywhere. The order members were apparating. They were saved, Harry smiled.
Kingsley and Tonks were fiercely duelling Bellatrix. Sirius was in a murderous combat with Lucius and a man Harry recognised as Yaxley. Lupin was fighting Narcissa, Dolohov and Scabior. He could see others all around him, fighting many more Death Eaters he couldn't recognise.
Sirius ran towards Harry and Neville."
"You've done a great job. We'll take it from here," he nodded. "Get out of here now."
"But— but Ginny!" Harry spluttered, pointing to Shapeshifter, who had now turned into a snake, and was slowly gliding towards the fight.
The snake was viciously coiling around Tonks' leg. She screamed, and stunned the snake, who viciously leapt onto her, but she cast a shield. Mad-Eye ran towards the snake, and used a spell on it which made it fall back, probably unconscious. Bellatrix cackled madly, and used the flipendo jinx on an unsuspected Tonks, who was blasted backwards and hit the black wall with a thud. She got up and resumed fighting.
"NO!" Harry yelled. "The snake— I-It's Ginny, don't hurt her!" he yelled at Mad-Eye, who was circling the snake, his wand poised. Harry, while shouting explanations for why Ginny was like this, was simultaneously circling Death Eaters and trying to tie them up with his Yo-Yo.
"Harry, that's a snake." Lupin said.
"No! She's been— butterflied!" Ron shouted.
"She's been akumatised!" Hermione yelled. "Akuma, the black butterfly that makes you go all evil."
Nobody was listening. They were all fighting the snake and the Death Eaters.
"I have to use my powers." Harry whispered to himself. "Lucky charm!"
Harry flung his yo-yo up into the air, and a red glow came from it. A few seconds later, a sort of tube, red with black spots, fell into his outstretched hands.
"Paint.." he cried incredulously. He was in a terrible fight, Ginny might be killed, Lupin was now lying unconscious sprawled across the ground, and Hermione was fighting a losing battle with a Death Eater that had made an explosion come from his wand, knocking out half of Hermione's teeth as she fell to the ground, moaning and massaging her head, which was bleeding. All the stupid power of his could give him was a tube of PAINT?
Hermione had staggered towards Harry. "Harry, patience!" she yelled amongst the screaming and cries of the battle.
"Wha—?"
"Patience, Harry! The Ladybug Miraculous is the miraculous of light, and creation. To create, you must be patient, and willing to make mistakes but ready to learn from them. The cat miraculous is of destruction. You need anger to destroy." She said.
Harry hastened to listen, and closed his eyes, allowing the shouts and screams of the scene to slowly ebb away, as if in another world, a world he was not part of, only spectating, like a ghost. He felt distant- as though it was a lifetime ago when he had the vision of Sirius, when he got accepted to Hogwarts…
His mind was blank, and he felt a surge of power and happiness rush through him. Everything was going to be okay.
With this new focus he had been given, he now opened his eyes. Everything was in black and white. He glanced at the tube of paint in his hands, and opened the lid and squeezed some out. It was red.
The tube was the only thing with colour. He looked around. He needed something else. The paint was one part of the puzzle… he needed to uncover the rest, in order to master it.
His gaze lingered on Hermione's ears. She was wearing earrings. They flashed red and black. He glanced around again. His gaze this time lingered on Bellatrix, who was duelling Sirius. Bellatrix flashed red with black spots. Harry looked around again, and looked at Ron's hands, from which spider webs shot out of. His hand flashed the same colours, then Bellatrix's Miraculous, the butterfly brooch, finally flashed red and black.
He closed his eyes and opened it again. The wonderful world he was in where there was not a care in the world had vanished from him. That was days ago, years ago… the sounds of the battle suddenly resumed, as if he had been woken from a long, deep sleep. He ran towards Hermione.
"Your earrings, quick!" he yelled.
"Harry, if you're thinking painting it red will fool them—" she screamed. "Your ones are studs, and are clip-on ones, mine are—"
"HERMIONE, IF YOU'RE NOT A GIRL YOU REALLY WOULDN'T REALISE ANY OF THAT!" he yelled. Hermione sighed, and reached for her earrings. She began to unfasten them.
"HURRY UP, RIP THEM OFF IF YOU HAVE TO!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, and take half of my ear of with it?!" Hermione hissed indignantly. She pulled one off, and unscrewed the other one. She threw them to Harry, who instantly squeezed the paint. It was dripping with red, so were his hands.
"FRIGUSICCUM!" Hermione yelled, and the paint dried. Harry hastily wiped the remaining paint on his hands onto his arm— it would just look like blood, nothing too suspicious. He tore his earrings off his ears and pocketed them.
"I SURRENDER!"
Silence fell, and all faces turned to his.
"I'll… I'll give you… my miraculous. But… but you need to let them go." He said, and turned to the others. "And turn Ginny to normal."
Lucius Malfoy's face turned into a sneer. "Very well, Potter." He said. "We will call of our forces for your side to leave. However, if you run.." he said threateningly, fingering his wand.
"I won't." he said.
"Lupin, get Sirius and Tonks, and the others. Neville, Luna, GO!" Harry yelled, and winked at Lupin, who nodded with a smile, and whispered into Tonks' ear.
"No! Harry, don't— don't give them—" Neville said, but a Death Eater shouted a spell that hit Neville and he choked and gagged. Harry turned to see Bellatrix, a murderous look on her face.
"GET OUT OF HERE UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE DEAD!" she screamed. Neville and Luna scurried out, Lupin accompanying them.
Harry held out the fake earrings. "Here they… here they are." He said.
Bellatrix's gaunt face lit up, and her mouth curled into a smirk. She walked forwards, and held out her hand. "Give it."
Harry detransformed. Tikki whizzed out, and was sobbing into her small red hands, looking from Harry, to Ron, to Hermione, to Bellatrix.
When Harry gave the earrings, the Death Eaters seemed to forget everything, just staring intently.
"NOW, RON!"
Ron didn't need telling twice. The web from his hand shot out and wrapped itself around Bellatrix, who's smirk had been wiped off her face to be replaced with a look of utter shock and passionate fury. Bellatrix spun round, as if doing some sort of graceful dance. Ron pulled the strings in, and Bellatrix was pulled towards them. She was shouting incoherent words like "how dare you!" and "filthy mudbloods and hald bloods and blood traitors!" and "I'll kill you" and "avada kedavra!"
Except every spell she tried to do was muffled by the web. She was squirming and writhing and struggling in vain, like a fly in a spider's web. The other Death Eater were firing spells at them, but Hermione decided to activate her power.
"Feather of darkness!" she yelled. Her power was to throw a feather that could make darkness happen. Except it wasn't actually dark, it was just dark for some people, ie, those who the feather hit. The ash-black feather blew past, brushing across the eyes of all the Death Eaters in turn, until it vaporised into dust and dissolved into the air. There was no point trying it on Bellatrix- she was fighting a losing battle. The Death Eaters all staggered around, blinded, while Harry reached out to grab Bellatrix's Miraculous. Suddenly, she laughed a mad laugh.
Suddenly, Harry's scar seared as though his head was about to split open.
"I have the prophecy, master!" she screamed gleefully.
Harry turned around, to see Voldemort. He held out his wand.
"Incendio." He said, and the webs tying Bellatrix melted into a waxy substance on the ground. Bellatrix stretched her arms, and held out her wand too.
"There will be no need, Bella." He said. "You do not think I can handle three teenagers?"
"No, my lord." She said, and dissaparated.
He turned to the trio. "Well, well, well." He said.
"Well?" Harry mumbled. "Well what? When you say well, you're actually supposed to continue. Well doesn't make a sentence. Then, I suppose, you never did learn grammar, did you?"
Voldemort's face was scarlet with rage. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry dodged the spell. He heard glass shatter behind him.
"Now why don't you give me your real miraculous?"
"Never!"
Harry's earrings flashed, and beeped. One spot disappeared.
"In a few minutes, you're going to transform back, and you'll be weak, and helpless. Give me your miraculous."
Hermione's hairpiece was flashing too. There were two ravens. On Harry's, there were two spots.
"Spider size!" Ron yelled, and turned into a spider. He scurried past. "What now? I didn't have a plan."
"Flipendo!" Voldemort yelled, and Harry was thrown back, as if by an invisible hand.
Another flash. Hermione only had one raven left. Her hairpiece was beeping frantically.
"Incendio!"
"Protego totalum!"
"Crucio!"
"Petrificus totalus!"
There was another flash. Hermione's last raven disappeared, and suddenly, her costume disappeared, from her head to her toes.
"Incendio!" she yelled. "Flipendo! Reducio! Anteoculatia! Crucio! Avada kedavra! Expelliarmus! Sectumsempra! Rictumsempra! Tantallegra! Serpensortia!" she screamed, while throwing many black feathers at Voldemort.
"Cataclysm!" he said, and black bubbles appeared around his hand. "Immobulus! Silencio!" he said, and the spell hit Hermione, who became still, but who's eyes were focused on Voldemort, her mouth twitching silently.
"Proteg—"
"Immobulus!" he said again, and Harry's limbs became still. Ron was still encircling them all, as a spider.
He marched forwards and held his cataclysm hand out, so it was inches from Hermione's neck.
"Last chance. Give me your miraculous, or the mudblood dies." He hissed.
"Why— can't— you just get it— yourself!" Ron yelled.
"Because I want to see Potter surrender to me, like anyone with a brain would."
"I am not giving you anything." Harry hissed.
"Ah, well. I've never tried using cataclysm on a real person. It may have promising results." He said, and his hand touched Hermione's head. She seemed to come free of the body-bind curse, yet staggered back, clutching her head, moaning in pain.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled.
Suddenly, Ginny turned back into herself, the akuma disappearing. That must mean Bellatrix has turned back into herself, Harry thought.
There was more flashing and beeping, and then Harry turned back. "Useless thing!" he hissed vituperately. "Why do you want my miraculous?" Harry screamed. Tikki flew out, and was gazing in horror at Voldemort.
"How about you give them to me and find out?" he laughed.
Suddenly, there was a bang that reverberated around the room. Everyone looked around. There, in between them, was a woman in a blue dress. Her eyes were a purple-pink colour, and her lips violet. At the end of her dress was the feathers of a peacock. In her hands, was a fan.
"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON!" Voldemort yelled. "Cataclysm!" he said, and he pinned the peacock firmly to the wall with his normal hand. "ANSWER ME!"
She stayed silent, but a determined, fearless grin was etched across her blue face.
"Mine." Another voice said. They all turned around, to see a man in a purple suit, with a butterfly mask over his face— the same one Bellatrix had. He had blue eyes, and in his hand was a cane.
Voldemort shook his head. "I will deal with you two strangers after I have attained immortality. I need the miraculous." He said and walked towards Harry. By now, the body bind curse had worn off him, too. Voldemort reached for his earrings. They were doomed. Ron was a helpless spider. Hermione had been cataclysmed and was in the corner, weak and in pain. And Voldemort was going to take the Ladybug miraculous, and he'd unify them, and he'd be immortal, and everything would be terrible…
"Leave the children alone, cat," the peacock woman hissed, and shoved him out of the way with her fan.
Harry was unable to speak due to blind happiness. He couldn't find the words.
"Thank you." he mumbled, gazing in awe at these two miraculous holders.
"— because they're ours." She finished the sentence.
"NOOOOO! THEY'RE MIIIIINEEEE!" Voldemort screeched.
The peacock walked to Harry, and pulled him up. "Help us get the cat miraculous from him, then you're going to give us yours." She said. "I am Mayura."
"No! I— why— what—"
"You can either do it the easy way, or the hard way," she hissed violently.
Harry looked around frantically. Hermione was lying on the ground, Fleepie, her kwami, shaking her, trying to wake her up. Ron was searching around, still a spider. Voldemort was In a fierce combat with Hawk moth, both of whom had unlimited powers, since they were adults, so weren't transforming back anytime soon. Mayura was standing above him. He seemed to have no other choice.
"Give this to your kwami." She said, forcing what looked like a biscuit into Harry's hands. Tikki eyed Mayura suspiciously, but gobbled it down ravenously.
"Now transform." She said. I have a plan."
"I— alright." He said. "Tikki, spots on!"
"The others are no use." Mayura said, gesturing to Hermione and Ron. "But maybe the spider can help us. What's his power?"
"He can control webs." Harry said.
"Right, OK. Well, Hawk Moth is going to akumatise Voldemort—"
Harry frowned. Few people dared to say his name, yet these two outsiders, these masked… these masked strangers…
"— and once I've done that, you'll use your Lucky Charm. I know you can't control what it gives you, but the Lucky Charm never fails."
"The right people." Harry added under his breath. Luckily, Mayura didn't catch it.
They both ran towards the fight. "Give up, cat. You're outnumbered."
"Cataclysm!" he yelled, but Hawk moth grabbed Voldemort's hand and forced it onto the wall. It broke, and crashed down.
"I am the most powerful wizard ever! Nobody can defeat me! Crucio!"
The spell bounced off Hawk Moth's purple costume.
"CRUCIO! CRUCIO! AVADA KEDA—"
Mayura deflected the spell just in time. It crashed into some shelves, and prophecies rained down on them.
"Immobulus!" Hawk Moth yelled.
"How brilliant. We're nearly done." He said, and pried the ring off Voldemort's finger. "Now for the Ladybug."
"Ladybird." Harry corrected. "Your fandom may be American, but ours is British, sooooo…"
"Whatevs." Hawk Moth shrugged.
"Protego!" Harry yelled, and a shield bubble separated it.
"Incendio." Hawk Moth said boredly, flicking her wand and the shield melted.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry roared.
Mayura's wand flew out of her hand, and skidded across the ground. "You do not need a wand to succeed." She said coldly. Hawk Moth took out his, though.
"Lucky charm!" Harry yelled, and what looked like an artificial beehive dropped into his hands. It was red with black spots. He could hear buzzing.
"Aha, I've got it, Harry!" Hermione yelled with a grin. "We have to throw the beehive at one of them."
Harry raised his hands, preparing to fling it.
There was a bang. Suddenly, standing before them, was a girl and a boy. The girl came forwards, a determined smile on her face. She took the other end of the beehive, which Harry was holding up, and pushed it back into his arms. "Our rules are that don't go for the kill when we've already won." She said.
"Already wo—?" Harry started, but then looked around and saw many more. There were ten, maybe twenty, maybe thirty kids, all surrounding Voldemort, Hawk Moth and Mayura.
"Careful, Rena Rouge. Pegasus, quick! Help Pigella and Cat Noir with Mayura!" Carapace, shield vesperia! Yes, great!" she ordered, and turned back to Harry.
"You've done an amazing job, Harry." She smiled. "We'll take it from here!" she said.
"Who—" Hermione blinked, but Ladybug shook her head and smiled. They all turned, to see all three villains struggling with what seemed to be invisible ropes binding them.
"Great job, everyone! Take Hawk Moth and Mayura back to our world. We'll leave the flat nose guy for their people." Ladybug said, gesturing to Harry and Hermione.
They both stared, dumbstruck, as a horse boy made a sort of portal. They each, in turn, stepped through. Finally, only Ladybug and Pegasus were left.
"Ladybug, you coming?" he said, his head peering out of the portal. It looked really strange just seeing his head.
"Yep, in a sec." she said. "You go."
He left.
"Now Harry, I just want you to know that Ladybug and Cat Noir are always here to protect you." She said, and stepped through the portal too with a wave, and it disappeared.
