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Chapter Three

Wormtail raised his new silver hand and swiped the wad of material gagging Alaina out of her mouth. Then with one tug, the ropes fell. Wormtail pulled out her wand from his pocket and forcefully shoved it into her hand. She stood up and took a moment to steady herself before she looked to Harry. It was the first time she saw him tonight. His leg was injured and his arm still bled from when Wormtail cut him.

She, herself, could feel blood still on her cheek and was still lightheaded from the wound in the back of her head. She looked around and noticed that the Death Eaters had moved closer together.

"You do know how to duel, Alaina Prince?" Voldemort asked her softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. She thought back to second year. The only spells she had learned from Lockhart had been a disarming spell and a memory charm. Neither of those could help her, for she knew that she would be facing the unblockable Avada Kedavra curse.

"First we bow," he bent down, but kept his gaze fixed upon her slender, short figure. She didn't bow at first, but then bent over. Keeping her head up just as Voldemort had done.

"And now-" Voldemort raised his wand.

"-We duel," Alaina finished his sentence and raised her wand. However, before she could do anything, she had been hit yet again with the Cruciatus Curse. She fell to her knees and cried out in pain. She heard Death Eaters sniggering, but they sounded so harmless compared to the pain she was experiencing now.

And then it stopped. She lay on the ground at Harry's feet. She was panting and shaking uncontrollably. Harry nudged her and their eyes met. She nodded at him and stood up.

"That hurt didn't it, Prince?" Voldemort taunted, "Do you want me to do that again?"

She didn't answer. She just glared at him with her light blue eyes. She was going to die. She wasn't going to give in to Voldemort's demands. She was fourteen. The least she could do was die with dignity.

"I asked if you want me to do that again," he hissed softly, "Answer me! Imperio!"

She was floating. She was blissful. She didn't want to think, let alone move… Say no… just answer no… say no, Alaina.

I will not, said a stronger voice in her mind. It was Harry.

Just answer no…

I won't do it. I won't say anything. Harry was pushing her on. She would not give in.

"I won't!" She shouted, her voice echoing throughout the graveyard.

"You… won't?" asked Voldemort surprised. The Death Eaters had ceased their laughter. Voldemort raised his wand, but Alaina was ready. Her keeper reflexes from Quidditch kicked in and she jumped behind the headstone and the spell hit Harry. She heard Harry writhing in pain.

"Tut-tut. See what you did to your little boyfriend?" Voldemort taunted some more regaining his confidence as if he were eating her fear. The Death Eaters laughed again. The fear within her was replaced with anger.

"He is not-" She stood up, "-my-" she turned around, "-BOYFRIEND!" She aimed her wand and shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand, "Very good, Alaina," he clapped. He grabbed his wand from a Death Eater and pointed it at Alaina, "Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!" Harry's gag had fallen out of his mouth.

Alaina fell to the ground with a thud.

Wormtail untied Harry who immediately stood up despite the pain in his leg and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted at the same time. The red jet of light from Harry's wand met the green jet of light from Voldemort's wand. A web of golden light formed around them and Alaina. The Death Eaters were unable to cast spells into it, let alone enter it. A bead of gold light formed where their light streams met and began pulsing back and forth. A beautiful song filled his ears. It was a phoenix song. A ghostly form began to come out of Voldemorts wand. First a shaggy mess of long hair and then the sweater followed by the jeans. Lastly were the Mary-Janes that touched the ground delicately. It was Alaina.

Next was Cedric Diggory, followed by Bertha Jorkins. Then, his father and Alaina's father emerged from the tip of the wand.

"Hold on, Harry!" Alaina ordered, but her voice was distant and echoing. She walked towards the ghost (was it a ghost?) of her father and hugged it tightly.

"Your mother is coming, Harry," James Potter told his son. Sure enough, Lily Potter and Elaine Prince appeared from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

"Harry," Lily walked over and stood next to James, "When the connection breaks, we can only linger for a moment. Grab the portkey. Go back to Hogwarts."

"I will!" Gasped Harry.

"Harry, take my body back with you. Take it back to my parents…" The figure of Cedric whispered as he glanced at his body near Alaina's.

"Me too, Harry. Remember to tell them everything. They need to know… do it now, Harry. NOW!"

Harry wrenched his wand away and the golden web was gone. The phoenix song stopped and Harry threw Alaina's body over his shoulder. He limped towards the portkey and with one hand grabbed Cedric and with the other grabbed the Tri-Wizard Cup.

"NYAAAAAHHH!" Harry heard Voldemort's scream of fury as he zipped through the air in a whirl of wind and color.

They were going back.

Okay, I couldn't help, but put NYAAAHHH in there. Anyone who has seen the newest HP7 Part 2 trailer would know that that is the only thing Voldemort says. I mean they should add it into the dictionary.

Alaina is dead! Oh noes! Well, we'll see what happens next!

Harry: I don't think I'll ever be cheerful again…

Dementor: My bad…

Voldemort: NYAAAAAAHHH!