"You stupid boy!" Voldemort grabbed Akumu by the arm and jabbed his wand into her neck, making her freeze.

"No!" Harry called out, stopping when Voldemort held the wand closer to her.

"One more step, Potter, and I will kill her! Do you want another innocent life on your hands?" Akumu tried to jerk away, but for a 70 something year old he had a surprisingly strong vice on her.

"Me innocent? You don't know a thing about me." Akumu commented, earning a jab that had a bit of magic behind it, making her spine straighten.

"This is between you, and me, leave her out of this!" Harry called out.

"This, Potter, is between me, and those who don't bow to me. And she, is one of them."

"Like I'd ever bow to your pale, skinny a-!" Voldemort cut her off with another jab to the neck.

"Quiet!" He hissed in her ear, making her squirm in disgust. The clouds above somehow darkened, thunder rolling through ground zero. Akumu's eyes widened and she smirked.

"Demons run, when a good man goes to war." She said in a low tone. Thunder clapped in the distance as a brown clad form stepped into the courtyard. A sword being lifted off their shoulder, spinning over once only for the blade tip to rest a few inches above the cobbled ground. "Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war."

"Silence!" Voldemort growled, though he was distracted by the newcomer. Were those muggles clothes? The man stepped up next to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived looking at the brown clad traveler in shock as pure blue lightning arched across his body every few seconds. Akumu's smirk grew to a toothy grin as she continued to speak.

"Friendship dies, and true love lies, light will fall and dark will rise, when a good man goes to war. Demons run, but count the cost, the battle's won, but the child is lost, the fight goes on but what's it for, when a good man goes to war." Akumu tiled her head back a little, her voice raising enough to echo slightly, "Now rise the sun, now dawn the day, when good men run, and women stay, when battle's done, when nothing's won, it's a woman's work to say: 'Well then, soldier, how goes the day?'" The last word almost had a sense of finality as the wind swept through the area, almost swirling around each person.

"And who is this?" Voldemort asked, choosing to ignore the weird weather. The man's sword was lifted over their shoulder, going into a sheath on their back. "Potter, who is this child?" The man placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. As the man stepped forward, he gently pushed Harry behind him. He moved another ten feet forward, then stopped. The man's face, which had been a blank slate up to this point, sharpened to a deep scowl.

"A good man." His whole form tensed and the arcs of lightning grew in severity. The clouds above our heads flashed with lightning, the thunder sounding loud enough to shake the ground.

"Silence! I fear, no man! And I will certainly not run! Not from the likes of you." Voldemort sneered as he tightened his grip on Akumu. "You can't do anything to me, not while I have her."

"Do you trust me?"

"Since when do I have a choice?" Akumu shot back with a smirk.

"Close your eyes." She nodded and did so, waiting. I turned my eyes to Voldemort. "To answer the question she asked, I only have one word." I slid into a position so my left arm was up, my hand grasping my sword hilt. My legs were tense, coiled springs ready to launch the stored energy as my right arm reached out, my fingers moving to point where I was focused.

"Geronimo." My eyes lit up with lightning, my muscles tensing again as the energy flooded my form, some of it arching towards the ground. I growled and my arm twitched before I disappeared from sight. Voldemort let out a scream as a pale limb landed on the ground. He stumbled away from Akumu, his still attached hand going to the stump of his right arm. He screamed and moaned in pain as I sheathed my sword. I ran over to Akumu and pulled her back towards Harry, who was honestly too tired to be shocked by anything.

"Hello Harry. Sorry if that was your bad guy, I needed to get my sister back." I said, the false cheeriness not sticking as well as I would have liked. He nodded dumbly before looking back to Voldemort.

"Well, you could have at least aimed for the neck." I shrugged, turning as well.

"Too risky. A main artery in Akumu's neck was right next to his. Didn't want to risk cutting her if he was fast enough to move." I huffed, the first sign of exhaustion I had allowed myself to show this whole fight. "Besides, I thought that stupid prophecy only allowed you to kill him?"

"He killed me, but I used the resurrection stone to come back. He's free game if you want another go at him. Can't miss this time." I smirked.

"Sadly that was almost the last of my juice. Still, wouldn't mind testing out a few of those spells Fred and George showed me." I said as I pulled out my two wands, twirling my Lilac one deftly between my fingers. It was very much like welding two daggers in my mind. Harry nodded as Akumu pulled out her knives.

"Together then."