Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or Harry Potter.

A/N: Yet another chapter to this ongoing series. I initially started this because none of the other HP/WHR fics were being updated or weren't really that great to begin with. I hope that other readers who were looking for a fic like this have enjoyed my work so far. Thank you again for all of the great reviews.

Chapter 14: Face to Face

A large explosion threw splinters of wood from the door toward the wizards and hunters, one narrowly missing Amon's head. Luckily because they had arrived late, no one had been behind him, but Robin's unease had grown as she hadn't even registered the large piece of wood until it passed her. Even if the witches were not keen on Amon, she doubted that they believed they didn't need his skills.

Though Amon hadn't moved out of the way, he hadn't flinched either. Amon's reaction time was far quicker than she would have guessed. He had let go of her hand to make sure his gun was steady, but he wasn't as distant as he usually was. Robin's doubts faded a little just by being near her squad leader.

Amon's sudden intense look and constriction of movement cued her to the shattered door where he must be seeing people through the smoke. She couldn't really see anything past the dust and rubble. Her field of vision became even more limited when Amon stood in front of her. Ready to protect him, Robin put her hand on his arm. He didn't turn around or budge under her pressure.

"Your concern is that watch, Robin." Amon turned slightly to look at her. "We need that destroyed." Robin nodded, though that was easier said than done. Amon grabbed her hand before she pulled it away. "If you can't do it, fight with me, and we'll just have to finish them off the hard way."

Even though Amon had immediately turned to the front of the Hall, Robin smiled to his back. Robin couldn't help but feel a little happy that Amon's interaction with her no longer consisted of insults. She looked to the others, while Amon concentrated on the front of the room. Everyone else was in a defensive stance, anxiously awaiting the new arrivals. She could tell the other hunters were worried. This would be the first time any of them fought without a game plan or some idea of what they were facing. Even Nagira had drawn a gun and lost the coat. He somehow looked a little more respectable with just the green suit.

A large number of figures drew Robin's attention to the front. Even though Amon told her to concentrate on the watch, she couldn't help but look at what the others had to handle. She grasped the back of Amon's coat and peered around him. Amon only afforded a glance at her, not daring to lose eyesight of the enemy for too long.

Robin could see the man that Karasuma described from her vision. He really did look a lot like a snake. His red eyes glowed upon seeing them. Robin held on tighter to Amon. She was sure the Devil was right in front of her.

"I have to say Dumbledore, your rag tag fighters are even worse off than I expected." Voldemort smugly looked around the room, but then narrowed his eyes. He abruptly turned to one of the cloaked figures behind him. The other man stumbled on words and was knocked down by a mere look from Voldemort.

He turned back tot he group, his sharpened teeth fully exposed. "There are a few things I didn't expect, though. You think those hunters are really going to help you? Whether they are here or not doesn't matter. You are all going to die." Voldemort raised his head, smiling wider. His gleeful expression frightened Robin more than his outburst. "Why don't we have a little fun first? Greyback."

A huge gray wolf emerged from the mass of cloaked figures. Blood mixed with saliva dripped from his mouth. They would not be his first prey tonight.

A murmur from Robin's group became louder. "That's impossible," Remus said, noticeably afraid at the turn of events. "The full moon isn't until next week."

"You didn't think that would stop me, did you?" Voldemort grinned and raised his wand. "Emergo Luna."

A full moon rose in the skies of the Great Hall, and more werewolves emerged from the crowd. "This Hall was my destination all along. You were already waiting for your doom."

An excruciating scream drew most of the attention to Remus, who was huddled onto the floor. Both Sirius and Tonks kneeled down and held onto him. Remus continued to yell out in pain but managed to glance at Sirius. Sirius nodded and immediately let go, pulling Tonks away and shielding her eyes. "What are you-"

"He doesn't want you to see this, Tonksie." He held on to her more tightly. "Please. Don't fight me." More screams ensued as the bones began to creak and stretch. With every new sound, tears started streaming from under Sirius' hand.

Robin pulled herself against Amon. The sight was unbearable to watch. Remus had been the one of the few adult witches to smile at them. She couldn't stand watching him go through so much pain. She could almost feel his every transformation course through her own body.

The last scream rumbled and turned into a final roar. The other witches had backed away from Remus, but Sirius had stayed closer than Robin would have believed safe. "Moony?"

The wolf turned its head, its eyes still shimmering with moisture. Sirius' looked closely at Remus. "Your eyes...they're not amber." He let go of Tonks. "Are you OK, Moony?"

"A minor problem with the incantation," Voldemort added, completely unaffected by the sight before him. "The werewolf gets to keep his human mind, but its just as well. This way, my werewolves won't be harming any of my Death Eaters." Voldemort turned to Greyback. "You ready?" The wolf bared its teeth and howled at the full moon above him. The others followed suit.

Dumbledore quickly faced Remus. "Sirius. You and Remus must fend off the werewolves." He looked desperately at Amon. "Your guns will be more effective toward them. You don't know any counter spells, so it's better for your team to not fight the other witches."

Amon nodded and looked at the hunters and Nagira. "Michael, help Robin with the watch. Everyone else...stay away from their mouths.

Robin pulled on Amon's coat. "I can help."

"No. Your priority is that watch."

"My fire will be more effective, and I can spread out my attacks."

Amon grabbed Robin's shoulder. "Do as I say, Robin, and protect Michael. Those wolves were human once. Don't dirty your hands by trying to help us." He looked at the others. "Let's go."

The hunters started firing while Remus and a huge black dog attacked the werewolves head-on. Robin hadn't seen Sirius change, but she began to worry about what other spells and abilities she and the others did not know about.

Doujima teamed up with Nagira, while Sakaki fought alongside Karasma. Amon went solo but was managing better than the other two teams.

Voldemort turned to another cloaked man. "Let's finish this up. I have a world to conquer."

Almost 100 people stampeded past the werewolves and hunters, shooting spells at the witches. The Weasley parents shielded the children, while the kids threw out spells of their own at the group.

Michael's hand brought her attention back to him. "Robin, the watch." She nodded and placed it on the floor. Concentrating as hard as she could, she sent a flame toward the horcrux. Both she and Michael looked closely. The watch still glimmered while the floor around it was scorched.

"It's not working," Robin said desperately.

"Are you concentrating hard enough?"

"As much as I can under these circumstances."

As if on cue, Remus tackled a werewolf, knocking into both Michael and Robin.

"Robin, let's move a little farther away."

She got up and ran but stopped in mid-stride. The watch was nowhere in sight. "Michael!" Robin shouted. She didn't have to say what they had lost.

"The werewolves must have knocked it away." Michael and Robin both looked frantically around the room, dodging as many human projectiles as possible.

"Oi! Oi! Miss Sena!" Robin turned to see Harry trying to get her attention. He held up the watch for her to see. Unfortunately, so did everyone else.

The werewolves kept the hunters at bay while the cloaked witches rushed Harry. Sirius ran ahead, and Harry gladly put the watch in the dog's mouth. Though Harry seemed to have gotten most of the attention purely because he was Harry Potter, the witches continued to chase Sirius, who was weaving in and out of mini battles trying to reach Robin.

Greyback knocked into Sirius before promptly getting hit by Remus. The gray wolf responded by snapping back, biting and clawing into Remus, causing more howls of pain. Robin ran up to help him, but saw the watch in the distance. She had to get the watch first. Seeing it slide across the floor only a few feet away, Robin ran after it, eventually catching up and grabbing the watch. Turning around in order to run in the other direction, Robin found herself at the feet of Voldemort.

"So you're the witch that Dumbledore is depending on." Before Robin could even register what was happening, Voldemort raised his wand. "Imperio."

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Harry stared in disbelief as Voldemort took control of the one witch that could potentially save them or destroy them all. He gripped his wand arm to keep from shaking. There were other battles going on, but everyone must have taken notice to what had just occurred. He glanced at his friends. Despite being protected by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they all looked haggard. Neville had taken a spell to the chest, and the others had random cuts and bruises on their bodies. Even though he and his friends had braved through more near death experiences than anyone his age had ever gone through, they still did not possess the knowledge to defeat the enemy.

Hermione was the best off as she knew more spells than everyone else. Fred and George even utilized their tricks to diminish the number of Death Eaters. Even then, they were still scraping by. He didn't know what would happen if a witch that no one knew how to defend against would start attacking.

One of the hunters knocked down Harry, both of whom barely missed a red lightning bolt from hitting their heads. "You alright?" Harry looked up at the young boy holding a gun. He didn't really wait for an answer, firing his gun at some of the werewolves and Death Eaters in the vicinity.

"Haruto, don't waste your magazine. Fire at the werewolves. The witches can handle the rest."

"But Robin is-"

"I know." The woman continued firing, but she looked as desperate as everyone else. That girl was their colleague, their friend. Regardless of the tales Mrs. Weasley told him about the hunters, Harry knew he would be devastated if Ron were ever under Voldemort's curse. He had to do something.

"Harry!" Ron's voice attracted his attention to the left where Bellatrix Lestrange was already in the middle of casting the killing curse.

"Sectumsempra!" Bellatrix flew into the wall, her torso covered in gashes. Harry turned to see Snape eyeing him. "Pay attention to your surroundings, Potter. Didn't that godfather of yours teach you anything?"

"I knew you were a traitor!" Malfoy came up behind Snape faster than he expected.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, easily disarming his rival's father.

Snape glanced at Harry then back to Malfoy. "Petrificus Totalus." Snape looked down at Malfoy. "Your wife may have saved you from dying at my hands, but maybe a limp body will be too appetizing for a werewolf to pass up."

Harry stared at Snape. He wasn't entirely sure if he should thank him for saving his life earlier. The guy was definitely a freak.

A burst of flame hitting much of the Death Eaters and knocking down Kingsley Shacklebolt drew Harry's attention back to the girl with pigtails.

Her green eyes were red, and she was burning everything in sight. Voldemort stood behind her in awe, laughing maniacally. Harry wondered if all villains had to laugh like that.

"We have to attack her before she kills all of us," Snape said to Mr. Weasley.

"We can't!" Harry blurted. "She's under the imperius curse. She's innocent!"

"That doesn't mean she won't attack you, Potter."

"If we distract Voldemort, maybe his hold on her will vanish."

"You haven't learned anything, Potter. Lord Voldemort does not need to control someone with a lot of concentration. He could fight 100 of us and still control her." He turned back to Robin, whose attention was directed toward Moody and Dumbledore. Snape raised his wand.

"Professor!"

"I have a clear shot, and I'm taking it. Sectumsempra!"

Blood splattered all over the girl's clothing and face. Her hand reached up to brush some of it out of her eyes. Harry saw her turn in their direction just in time to see her captain fall to the ground.

Unlike Bellatrix, he was still moving. Even though Harry's interaction with the man had been limited, he could tell that the guy was pretty strong. After all, he had become the leader of an organization like Solomon. Both Harry and the man were looking at Robin, whose facial expression hadn't changed too much. The blood continued to drip down her face and dress. Though she didn't scream for him, she had also stopped her attack.

Voldemort grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him upward. The man was too tall to be lifted off the ground, but his broken body was weighing him down. The blood trickled down his forehead.

"How admirable, but the effort was wasted." He looked at Robin. "Incinerate him."

Robin's eyes glowed red again, and whatever hope Harry had left for the man was completely gone. Using what was most likely the rest of his strength, the man broke Voldemort's arm at the elbow and tackled the girl, kissing her in the process. The flames engulfed them both.

Harry watched as the horcrux fell out of the flames and melted to the ground below. A few feet away, he saw Voldemort crawling away from the flames, nursing his arm. All those years that monster tormented him, killed Cedric in front of him, killed his parents before he knew them, and destroyed the only place he ever felt at home. Harry raised his wand. No one will every feel that pain again as long as he was alive. "Avada Kedavra!"

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Everything around her was dark, yet she could see her body so clearly. Unable to walk or speak, Robin stood in place feeling helpless. She could not remember what happened before she got here. She couldn't remember if there even was a place before this world of darkness.

"What am I doing here?" Robin turned to see a 8-year-old boy sitting at a desk in what appeared to be an elementary school. He was staring at the picture in front of him, blindly coloring out of the lines. A crayon at the end of his desk rolled to his hand without any physical encouragement. The boy ran both of his small hands through his short, brown hair, gripping clumps and pulling hard. "What's going on with me?" Robin didn't see his lips move.

"Stop it!" Turning her head to the other direction, Robin saw a little girl on the ground, shaking and surrounded by a group of kids. One of the boys picked her up and threw her to another boy, who then pushed her around the circle. The boys were yelling. "I didn't mean to." The girl was crying, each push eliciting more tears. "I didn't want to know. Please. Stop touching me."

Another flash attracted Robin's attention to the front. A boy, barely 5 years old, crouched on the floor, staring at a woman's body in front of him. Twenty more bodies were strewn around him and the woman. Unlike the other two visions, she heard nothing. The boy neither cried nor talked. More men walked up, this time donning what Robin thought was orbo necklaces. Again, there was no reaction from the child. He merely dug his nails into each of his legs and looked up blankly.

Robin's eyes widened as the soldiers took the small boy by the arms and dragged him away. Robin tried to move or say anything, but to no avail.

"My hope." Robin spun around. The room was again pitch black. "You will bring new life and meaning to this world. I have faith in you."

A flash of Robin's own face appeared before her, but the image was different. The face was weathered with pain and sorrow but still smiling. Robin tried to reach out to her, but she couldn't move. She did, however, notice the watch in her hand. It was open and the hands were spinning wildly.

"Robin!" No matter where she was or what situation she was in, she would never forget that voice.

Robin threw the watch aside. "Amon!"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she could see and feel Amon on top of her. His face was covered in blood, and he was propped up on one arm, heavily leaning on it. His chest was exposed and she saw huge gashes running down his front. Robin raised her hand to touch one, but Amon caught her hand first.

"Don't worry about it. I think you may have cauterized the wounds. They've stopped bleeding."

Robin looked at him, plainly confused. "I don't understand." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a werewolf heading toward her and Amon. Realizing where she was, Robin broke her hand free from Amon's and threw both arms around his neck, pulling him into her. She stared down the werewolf, fire exploding between them. The werewolf backed up a few feet.

"There's no need to fight anymore," Dumbledore yelled, across the room from Robin. "Voldemort is no more. Give up now, and we can help you."

Greyback roared again and charged at Dumbledore. Tonks grabbed a chair and threw it at Greyback, hitting him on the side and knocking him over.

Her eyes still watering, Tonks forcefully pointed her wand at the wolf. "It's your fault! You made him feel that kind of pain. You destroyed his childhood! I'll never forgive you." Tonks' tears spilled out while she screamed "Avada Kedavra!"

Sirius transformed back into his human form and put his arms around Tonks, pulling her away from Greyback's corpse.

Dumbledore raised his wand. "Descendo Luna." The werewolves returned back into humans, and Dumbledore immediately covered Remus with his robe. "Please. Too many people have died tonight."

The other werewolves looked at each other and then at Greyback's body. Dumbledore carefully supported Remus, who was struggling to get up. "You aren't the only ones suffering," Dumbledore said. "I will make it my business to help you. You have my word."

The werewolves, tired from their re-transformation, limped away leaving the Death Eaters behind. Clinging to their masks, the rest of the group fled the scene.

Tonks broke free from Sirius and ran over to Remus, putting her arms around him. "I'll take care of him, Dumbledore." The old man nodded and let go of Remus' side.

"It's all right, Nympha-"

"You finish that sentence, and I'm dropping you."

Remus smiled and put his arms around her. "I'll try to remember that."

Karasuma ran over to Amon and Robin. "How is he?" Sakaki followed Karasuma and helped pick up Amon.

Robin gently put Amon in sitting position on the ground. He touched his scarred chest. "I'll be fine." He tiredly looked over at the two hunters. "It's not life threatening."

Karasuma and Sakaki kneeled down beside him. "You scared us for a moment," Karasuma said, taking a look at Amon's wounds.

"Yeah, though how odd was that when you took out Robin and accidentally kissed her." Robin's face went bright red.

Karasuma pulled Sakaki closer to her. "It wasn't an accident, Haruto."

"Huh?" Karasuma stared at him. "Oh." Sakakit bolted upright. "OH!" He put his hand on the back of his head and started laughing. "Go, Amon-san."

Amon glared at Sakaki. "Since when does Karasuma call you Haruto?" Both of the hunters turned red and looked in the opposite direction.

Michael ran over to Sakaki. "Everything OK?"

"More or less," Sakaki mumbled. "Amon-san is certainly back to normal."

Nagira and Doujima joined the group. "The witches are healing some of their wounds," Nagira informed them. "Does my baby brother need some medical attention?"

"I'm fine."

"Indeed. Those scars don't look painful at all. How about I punch you in the stomach and drag you to the witches." Amon glared at Nagira. "What did I say about that not working on me?"

Robin kneeled down between Amon's legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll take care of him."

Nagira raised an eyebrow and conspicuously winked at Amon. He turned to Doujima. "How about we take a look at your cuts, little missy."

"I think that's a great idea." She winked and waved at Robin.

Karasuma got up and grabbed Sakaki and Michael. "Why don't we allow our wounds to be tended to as well."

"But I'm not-"

Karasuma dragged Sakaki and Michael behind her. Robin let go of Amon and looked at his chest, running a hand down his scars.

Amon grabbed her hand again, his cheeks a little pink. "That's not necessary, Robin."

She smiled at Amon's small, but highly uncharacteristic blush. "I wish I could remember." Amon looked up at her. "I mean...when you..."

Pulling her down into his lap, Amon put an arm around her and wiped away some of the blood on her face. "It's not like it won't happen again, Robin."

Blushing from ear to ear, Robin wrapped her arms around him again and put her head on his shoulder. "We should probably get cleaned up first."

"That or get some privacy." Robin looked up to see Doujima and Nagira watching them intently and Karasuma desperately trying to turn Sakaki's head in another direction. Snuggling back onto Amon's shoulder, Robin stopped caring about who was watching them.

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A lead hunter and a witch. The irony wasn't wasted on him. Everything that he couldn't put together before was finally coalescing into one obvious fact. To think that a man like Amon could be attracted to a creature like that made him wonder about his other hunters.

But then again, she was different. She was the witch who would repopulate this planet with her vermin. She may have seduced him with her power. He watched as Amon's arms wound tighter around her body. He'll kill them both if he needs to.

Zaizen cocked his gun and looked to the mass of Solomon soldiers. They'll never see them coming.