As Harry and his group head into the Ministry, the three of you decide to intervene. You know that Voldemort is after the prophecy, and this battle is pivotal to the war.
Inside the Department of Mysteries
When the group arrives at the Hall of Prophecies, Death Eaters ambush them. Bellatrix Lestrange taunts Harry, demanding the prophecy. As chaos erupts, the three of you step in.
Absolutely! Let's craft a detailed, vivid scene of Katherine's fight at the Ministry of Magic, emphasizing her Shadowhunter abilities, her Elven Ring of Fire (Narya), and her coordination with the rest of the group. Katherine's role will combine her fluid, rune-enhanced combat expertise with the fiery, morale-boosting power of her elven ring.
Fight in the Hall of Prophecies
As chaos erupted in the Hall of Prophecies, glass spheres shattering and spells ricocheting off the towering shelves, Katherine McNamara planted herself in the heart of the melee. Her Ravenclaw robes billowed as she pulled out her stele, its glowing edge already carving runes of power into the air. Her free hand brushed the warm, golden surface of Narya, the Elven Ring of Fire, which pulsed against her finger. Its flame-like power coursed through her veins, emboldening her heart and sharpening her focus.
"Protect the others. I'll hold them off." Her green eyes narrowed, her voice calm but filled with determination as she looked toward Harry and his friends.
She turned toward the advancing Death Eaters, noting Dolohov and Rookwood leading the charge. Their black cloaks swirled like smoke as they fired curses, their twisted smiles predatory. Katherine didn't flinch. With a flick of her stele, she drew a glowing Agility Rune on her forearm. Her body responded instantly, surging with energy.
The First Wave
Three Death Eaters moved to encircle her, wands raised. Katherine darted forward—swift, graceful, and precise. The training of a Shadowhunter was unmatched, and augmented by her runes, she became a blur of movement.
- The first Death Eater fired Expulso at her, but she somersaulted over the blast and landed behind him. Her seraph blade, summoned with a smooth motion, glowed white-hot in her hand. With a clean, arcing strike, she knocked his wand out of his grip and kicked him into a shelf. Glass orbs tumbled down, disorienting him as he scrambled to recover.
- A second Death Eater sent green light streaking toward her (Avada Kedavra!). Katherine reacted instinctively, raising her hand; Narya's magic ignited in a brilliant flare, creating a fiery shield that absorbed the curse. The flames rippled outward, forcing her attacker to stagger back. She capitalized on his faltering, slashing his wand in half with her blade.
- The third Death Eater tried to bind her with Incarcerous, ropes flying toward her like snakes. Thinking quickly, Katherine tapped a fresh Precision Rune onto her wrist and sliced through the spell midair with her blade, the ropes falling harmlessly to the floor.
The Death Eaters regrouped, their expressions shifting from confidence to fear as they realized Katherine was no normal opponent. She twirled her seraph blade, holding it ready, her determination unwavering. "You're going to need more than cheap tricks to stop me," she said, her voice sharp as steel.
The Power of Narya
As more Death Eaters poured into the room, Katherine felt the overwhelming pressure of the battle—the air thick with curses, the sound of Harry and the others shouting as they tried to protect themselves. She closed her eyes, briefly touching the band of Narya to steady herself. The ring fed her courage and strength, its ancient magic weaving through her like a wildfire. But it did more than that—it inspired those around her.
A ripple of warmth spread from her presence, bolstering her allies. Katherine's strength was not only in combat but in her ability to ignite hope when all seemed lost. Even Harry, ducking behind a shelf to avoid a Crucio, found himself breathing easier, his movements surer and steadier.
"Keep going!" Katherine called to him. "You're stronger than they are!"
The ring's power burned brighter. With a fierce look, Katherine extended both hands in a sweeping gesture, drawing on Narya to summon rings of fire that encircled the Death Eaters. The flames crackled and whirled like living things, forcing the dark wizards to stumble back to avoid being consumed.
Dolohov snarled. "You think a bit of fire scares me, girl?" He pointed his wand at her, his curse laced with venom. "Confringo!"
Katherine's stele moved faster than thought. She slashed a Deflect Rune in the air with elegant precision, and the explosive spell rebounded off of it, slamming into the far wall with a deafening boom. She followed up with a quick Paralysis Rune, inscribing it into the air in golden arcs. The glowing symbol shot toward Dolohov, rooting him in place.
"I'll take fear over recklessness any day," Katherine quipped, stepping past him without a second glance as he struggled to free himself.
Bellatrix Arrives
The momentary lull in the fight was shattered as Bellatrix Lestrange's laughter cut through the chaos. "Well, well, well! What are you?" she purred as she stepped into view, her wild hair and unhinged smile making her look even more dangerous than usual.
Katherine raised her seraph blade again, leveling it at Bellatrix. "Someone who's not afraid of you."
Bellatrix cackled, twirling her wand between her long fingers as if mocking Katherine's confidence. "What fun! Let's see how long that bravado lasts." She fired her wand with a flick, sending a torrent of black energy toward Katherine.
Katherine reacted on instinct. With a flick of her stele, she activated a Fire Rune, blending the power of Shadowhunter magic with the might of Narya. A fiery streak erupted from her seraph blade, intercepting Bellatrix's curse midair, the collision creating a shockwave that sent sparks flying.
Bellatrix's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Oh, you're interesting. I'll enjoy breaking you."
What followed was an intense duel. Katherine's speed and precision kept her one step ahead of Bellatrix's wild, unpredictable curses. The fiery glow of Narya seemed to dance around Katherine, enhancing her strikes and making it almost impossible for Bellatrix to land a clear hit. But Bellatrix was skilled, relentless, and entirely unhinged—every dodge and counterattack required Katherine's full focus.
Katherine's Triumph
As the battle raged on, Katherine realized Bellatrix was driving her toward a collapsing section of the Hall. She couldn't afford to be cornered. Summoning every ounce of her strength, she carved a radiant Parabatai Rune into her own arm, amplifying her physical resilience tenfold. With a ferocious leap, she closed the distance and crossed her seraph blade against Bellatrix's wand, locking them in a deadly standoff.
"You'll have to do better than insanity to beat me," Katherine hissed, her blade pressing down just enough to make Bellatrix flinch.
Before Bellatrix could retaliate, the ground shook violently—a surge of energy rippling through the hall as you entered the fray with the Power Stone, shifting the tide of battle. Katherine made eye contact with you for a split second, silently communicating her readiness to regroup and press forward.
"Hope you're ready," she called to you with a smirk, holding Bellatrix at bay just long enough for the next phase of the fight to begin.
Victoria's Fight in the Hall of Prophecies
As the fiery glow of Katherine's battle clashed with the darkness of Death Eaters, Victoria stood off to the side, calm but highly aware of her surroundings. Her mind was a symphony of mana—the hum of latent energy from every plane of existence coursed through her soul. On the middle finger of her right hand, Vilya pulsed gently, its blue gem glowing faintly like the calm before the storm.
Victoria surveyed the chaos. Katherine was cutting through Death Eaters with grace and precision, while Harry and his friends ducked behind shelves, barely keeping pace with the dark curses flying their way. You were nearby, using the Infinity Stones to shift the battlefield in their favor. But the Death Eaters were relentless, and more of them began to pour into the Hall, tightening the noose.
Victoria smirked. "This is about to get interesting."
Commanding the Elements
Two Death Eaters spotted Victoria standing still, mistaking her calm for inaction. They raised their wands, one firing Petrificus Totalus while the other hurled Stupefy. Victoria didn't move—not in the way they'd expect.
With a flick of her wrist, Vilya activated, and a sudden gale of wind whipped through the Hall, strong enough to send both spells careening off course. The Death Eaters staggered as Victoria stepped forward, her hair whipping around her like a tempest. She raised her hand, and the air coalesced into a sharp, visible current—a blade of wind that slashed forward. The Death Eaters yelped as the force knocked them both off their feet, their wands clattering uselessly to the floor.
"You guys should've stayed home," Victoria said dryly as she walked past them, her every movement fluid and deliberate.
Planeswalker Magic
The towering shelves of prophecies rattled as curses exploded all around. Victoria sensed movement behind her—a third Death Eater attempting to ambush her with Sectumsempra. She didn't even look. Instead, she reached out to the fabric of reality itself and planeswalked.
In a split second, she vanished in a shimmer of blue and gold light, reappearing several feet behind her attacker. The Death Eater stumbled, momentarily confused as his spell missed its mark and struck a nearby shelf. Glass orbs shattered, sprays of silver prophecy spiraling into the air.
"Nice try," Victoria quipped, her hand glowing with teal energy as she summoned a creature from the mana within her. A phantasmal bird of prey—a massive eagle with glowing, translucent wings—materialized beside her, its piercing shriek echoing across the Hall.
The bird launched itself at the Death Eater, its talons slashing through his robes. He screamed as the spectral summon knocked him to the floor, immobilizing him.
Vilya's Power Unleashed
As the fight escalated, Victoria turned her attention to a group of Death Eaters advancing on Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Their combined spells were wearing down the trio's defenses. Victoria's eyes narrowed. She tapped into the power of Vilya, focusing on the air currents around her. With a sweeping motion of her hand, she channeled the ring's power, summoning a tornado of wind that roared to life in the space between the Death Eaters and their targets.
The whirlwind expanded, pulling loose glass orbs and debris into its vortex. The Death Eaters screamed as the force lifted them off their feet, spinning them helplessly before slamming them into the nearest wall. The air settled as Victoria clenched her fist, dissipating the storm. She turned to Harry and the others, her voice cool but reassuring.
"You're welcome."
Hermione blinked at her, wide-eyed. "That ring... what is that?"
"Long story, Hermione." Victoria gave her a quick nod before pivoting back to the battle. "We'll deal with that later."
Facing Rookwood
Noticing her growing dominance on the battlefield, Augustus Rookwood, a former Unspeakable, stepped forward to confront Victoria. His knowledge of the Department of Mysteries gave him a dangerous edge, and he wielded experimental magic that even she found difficult to predict.
"You're meddling in forces you don't understand, child," he hissed, his wand tracing a strange sigil in the air. A web of dark energy erupted around him, laced with runes of containment.
For a moment, Victoria grimaced. She could sense the mana imbalance around him—his spell was designed to disrupt her ability to planeswalk.
"Cute trick," she said, her hand brushing Vilya for reassurance. "But you're not the only one who knows how to manipulate energy."
Rookwood hurled a spell at her, but Victoria thrust her hand forward, the air rippling around her. The spell fizzled harmlessly against an invisible barrier as the winds around her hardened into a protective shield, courtesy of Vilya. She then reached into her mana reserves, pulling energy from a green mana plane, and summoned a massive, tree-like elemental from the ground beneath them.
The elemental roared as it surged upward, its massive, bark-covered arms sweeping through the Hall. Rookwood cursed and leapt backward, his containment spell faltering as the wooden titan bore down on him. Victoria seized the opening, raising her hand high and calling upon the full power of Vilya.
The air around Rookwood compressed suddenly, trapping him in a bubble of swirling wind. His wand flew out of his grasp, and his shouts were drowned out by the roaring gale. Victoria stepped closer, her hair and robes billowing as the wind obeyed her every command.
"Big mistake picking this fight," she said, her voice low and cutting. With a snap of her fingers, the bubble collapsed, knocking Rookwood unconscious.
Joining the Group
With Rookwood down and the Death Eaters scattered, Victoria turned back to the fight. Katherine was still dueling Bellatrix, and you were using the Infinity Stones to manipulate the battlefield. She ran toward you, the power of Vilya still swirling in her wake.
"Ready to switch things up?" she called out to you, her tone confident but focused. "Looks like Bellatrix needs a crash course in humility—and I've got just the storm to teach her."
The two of you exchanged a look, preparing to combine your powers for the next stage of the battle.
Your Fight in the Hall of Prophecies
The chaotic symphony of battle echoed through the Hall of Prophecies—shattering glass, streaks of color from spells, and the distant laughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. You stood calmly near the center of the disarray, surveying the battlefield. Your left hand rested lightly on the cool surface of Nenya, the Elven Ring of Water, its faint silver light shimmering in rhythm with your breathing. On your other hand, the faint glow of the Space Stone and the Reality Stone pulsed from the Infinity Gauntlet. Their power hummed in your mind, tempting you to unleash them fully, but you resisted. This was a long game.
Death Eaters were spreading out, trying to flank Harry and his friends. Katherine and Victoria were handling their own battles with precision and ferocity, but the Hall was vast, and the odds were still uneven. A cluster of Death Eaters approached you cautiously, their eyes wary. Perhaps they sensed that you weren't an ordinary Slytherin student. Or perhaps it was the way the atmosphere shifted subtly around you—the air thick with the promise of unrelenting force.
One bold Death Eater raised his wand and sneered. "What's the matter? Frozen in fear?"
You smirked. "Frozen? Funny choice of words."
Nenya's Oceanic Defense
With a flick of your wrist, Nenya responded, amplifying your connection to the element of water. The air around you grew colder, a fine mist swirling at your feet as a shimmering barrier of liquid water manifested around you in a protective sphere. The Death Eater fired a curse—Expulso!—intended to blast you off your feet, but the spell splashed harmlessly against the watery shield, its energy dissipating into harmless ripples.
The same Death Eater fired again, this time Confringo!—a fiery blast meant to break through barriers. You responded instinctively, drawing on Nenya to freeze the sphere of water into solid, glimmering ice. The fire fizzled out on impact, leaving the Death Eater momentarily stunned. You took that moment to step forward, casually dissipating the ice into a torrent of water that swept the Death Eater off his feet, sending him hurtling into a nearby shelf.
"Come on," you called to the others, your voice calm but cutting, "is that the best you've got?"
The Space Stone's Tactical Use
The remaining Death Eaters hesitated, confused by your ability to manipulate water with such precision. But hesitation in battle meant nothing if they regrouped. You decided to make your next move swift and decisive, reaching for the Space Stone on the Gauntlet. Its vibrant blue glow intensified as you clenched your fist, focusing its power. With a sharp motion, you tore open a small portal directly above the nearest Death Eaters.
They barely had time to react before a deluge of water—summoned from a distant ocean plane via Nenya—gushed through the portal, crashing down on them like a tidal wave. Curses and shouts filled the air as they were swept off their feet, drenched and thoroughly disoriented. The water quickly receded, vanishing back into the portal as you closed it with a flick of your fingers.
A younger Death Eater scrambled to his feet, shivering and furious. "You'll pay for that, boy!" he snarled, firing Stupefy!
You didn't flinch. Instead, you opened another portal—a tiny rift just in front of the incoming spell—and redirected it effortlessly back at him. The red light struck him square in the chest, sending him crumpling to the floor. You tilted your head, feigning disappointment. "At least try to be creative."
Controlling Their Perception
By now, the Death Eaters watching you muttered among themselves, clearly unnerved. They had seen enough to suspect you were using advanced magic—something they couldn't quite put their wands on—but they believed the source to be limited to the Space Stone and your strange water magic. This was exactly the impression you wanted to leave.
One of the more cunning Death Eaters, Rodolphus Lestrange, narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. "You're no mere child," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But all this power of yours… it won't save you from me."
You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that so?"
Rodolphus raised his wand and muttered an incantation under his breath. The magic twisted the air around him, forming dark chains of shadow. They shot toward you, aimed to bind your arms and suppress your magic. You felt the oppressive weight of the spell as the chains began to coil, but you simply smirked.
"Nice trick. But let me show you what real power looks like."
With your free hand, you slid Nenya across your palm, its light intensifying. From the ground beneath you, a column of water erupted, crashing into the chains and dissolving them in an instant. The water coiled upward, following your gestures, and morphed into a serpent made of liquid, its maw snapping as it lunged at Rodolphus. He shouted in surprise, conjuring a shield charm (Protego!), but the serpent's force shattered it like glass, knocking him to the ground.
The Reality Stone's First Play
The sheer power of your water-based magic had drawn Bellatrix's attention from her duel with Katherine. As she glanced toward you, her expression flickered with annoyance. "What is he?" she screeched, momentarily distracted before refocusing on Katherine's relentless attacks.
Sensing the opportunity to further unsettle your enemies, you finally tapped into the Reality Stone, careful to keep its power subtle. You clenched your fist, altering the landscape of the battlefield without the Death Eaters even realizing it. To them, the Hall looked the same. To you, the floor beneath their feet was now slick with invisible streams of water that you had woven through the threads of reality itself.
The next wave of Death Eaters rushed toward you, but they immediately stumbled, slipping and falling as the seemingly solid floor betrayed them. One of them fired a desperate curse—Incendio!—but you waved your hand, and the water you'd infused into the floor erupted upward, extinguishing the flames before they could reach you.
"You might want to check your footing," you said with a sly grin, watching as yet another Death Eater fell flat on his back.
Regrouping with Victoria
With the immediate threats around you neutralized, you moved to regroup with Victoria. The fierce winds from Vilya whipped past you as she dispersed yet another group of attackers. She glanced at you, noticing the faint shimmer of the Reality Stone's influence and the gleaming silver light of Nenya.
"You're keeping them guessing," she said, her tone light but approving.
"Let them think it's just the water and portals for now," you replied. "The less they know, the better."
"Smart. But Bellatrix is getting bolder." Victoria nodded toward the center of the Hall, where Katherine was still holding her own. "Should we give her something else to worry about?"
You exchanged a knowing look. The fight wasn't over, but the Death Eaters were beginning to realize they had vastly underestimated all three of you.