Voldemort looked down to see that the Orb of Protection had cleared just as his irreparable spell had fired from the tip of his wand.

Karis however, was no-where in site. She had disappeared immediately upon the deterioration of the orb, missing the deathly curse within seconds of penetration. Instead the Avada curse hit a mountain troll that was about to embark upon a group of Ministry officials that had now managed to thwart the Vampires with many sunlight curses and wooden stake hexes.

Voldemort turned around heartily to see Karis standing before him, her wand poised, ready for action. “Now we shall see who will prevail, Tom. Because the truth is, I’m not afraid anymore.”

“You should be.” he hissed.

“Maybe, but I now know that what happened wasn’t my fault.”

“Your Mother and Father deserved to die, and now you will join them.” He lifted his wand once more, and so did Karis. She delved into his eyes and immediately entered his mind. She felt him shudder and push her out. “I’m not fooling for that again!” he bellowed.

“AVADA KADAVRA” was screamed so loudly that it managed to carry in the wind, and suddenly Karis thought she was dead. Until she realised that the sound of the voice was her own.

Voldemort managed to immediately throw himself out of the way, almost thankful that he remembered that apparation was not a possibility within the grounds of Hogwarts, instead, he was quite overcome and angered that his cloak was now covered in dirt.

“Very impressive, Karis. You see, I knew you had it in you. Now do you see why I didn’t want you dead before!?”

“The night is still young, Tom.”

“Not for you it isn’t, but I’m looking to have a bit of fun first.”

“Crucio”

Karis was hit before she could conjure her protection shield. She fell backwards and screamed out as the pain penetrated into her small unprotected frame. It was as if her bones were being craved out of flames and she screwed her eyes shut, praying it would lift quickly.

She heard him cackle to himself once more as she lifted her frail body up from the cold ground. She muttered something in the cold night air, something which he didn’t quite hear. From the tip of her wand came a bright fast yellow light, it hit Voldemort in the chest and threw him backwards, somersaulting with fierce projection, into the air.

She stood there, her face hard as stone, her eyes full of pure intensity and for a few moments, she didn’t look like the young Karis Dumbledore, instead she looked quite intimidating. Member Orders and Ministry officials came hurtling towards her, screaming for her to get out of the way, she didn’t even hear them. Instead she was standing in-front of the most hated and wanted sorcerer in the world, and she felt unfazed by him and was about to stun him with another spell, when she was thrown onto the ground by Bill Weasley.

Striving forth with unprecedented authority, Professor Albus Dumbledore, with eyes blazing, appeared in-front of the Wizard who was now standing tall, a smirk across his snake scaled face.

Voldemort started to laugh, “You fool, you cannot beat me, I am completely invincible to any spell that you wish to enthral upon me, I would have thought you would have realised that by now, Albus!”

Albus Dumbledore looked grave as he shook his head. “Tom, Tom, how you think of yourself in such high stead, and forget about the little things.”

“Your talk means nothing to me. Why don’t you raise your wand instead old man, and lets see who really is the greatest sorcerer of all time?”

“NOOOOOO” screamed Karis, as she fought with Bill to let her go. His grip was so tight on her arms she could feel his fingers dig into her soft flesh, making them feel bruised and swollen within seconds of permeation.

Her words seemed to echo in the frosty wind, as they were heard by many, especially Harry and the D.A., as they walked through the courtyard into the open grounds of the school, and his heart leapt to know she was still alive, but immediately fell, knowing that the predicament she and the rest of the Order were in, was likely to be treacherous and deadly. He ran, as fast as he could, the potion still warm in his hand, and followed head forth to the carried voice of his adopted sister.