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Bellatrix Lestrange trembled from where she stood, watching with unblinking eyes at the 'duel' currently underway.

Well, it wasn't much of a duel at that point. Dueling implied that there were two active participants in a battle, this was more like a Wizard taunting a Muggle at their inability to even comprehend what was happening.

A quivering voice whispered from nearby, "I-It is alright Bella, don't be afraid. Our Lord will emerge victorious as he always has, as he always will . And when he does everything will go back to the way it should be."

The Witch rolled her eyes. Seriously, why the hell did her sister's moronic husband have to free her own idiot of a spouse? After so many years of marriage the dunce still couldn't tell when she was frightened and when she was excited?

Fact of the matter was that she hadn't seen such power, such dominance in years. Not only that but from what she had gathered from overheard conversations, gossip magazines, and just using her own eyes the teen was not only appreciative of his followers, giving his blood to save some girl, but also rewarding of them. How else could she explain how Lucius had become Minister in such a rapid time?

Most important of all though was the poorly concealed carnal desires. If the boy was shagging at least a Veela, and the girl's sister, then it was clear he was far more interested in sex than the losers she had been with previously.

For now, she was content to watching, while discreetly rubbing her thighs together, the one-sided battle currently being waged. Later though… later she would find a way to show just how much a deprived woman could teach a younger man.

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"Oh come on now! You give me this big speech about running away and here you are, fleeing from a child !" Harry shouted to out into the graveyard as he slowly walked between tombstones, looking for his target.

Meanwhile the other Death Eaters shifted around awkwardly. Not only was Potter displaying more power than most could ever dream of, but their master was hiding from him. Crouch had long since given up trying to reactivate the device designed to display the Dark Lord's 'triumphant return' and had simply taken to hiding behind cover instead.

"You can't hide forever Dark Lord" the teen called out once more, growing a bit annoyed at the situation. Seriously, why bother resurrecting yourself just to hide? Well he had more than one way to deal with this. "You know, my followers do not call me a 'Dark Lord' like so many of yours address you… they have a rather different name for me. Do you know what it is?"

Nearby Voldemort sneered, the boy was clearly trying to get him to drop his defenses… that is when a horrible pain shot through his leg, as if he had been stabbed. Glancing down his ruby eyes widened in horror at the blade that had emerged from the shadow of the building he had sought cover behind.

"The Lord of Darkness" Harry answered, "you see Dark Lord, you cannot run from me. You cannot hide from me!"

Tom managed to extract the object from his leg a second later, and immediately dove forward to avoid another object slicing up from the shadows. Unfortunately, he was in the middle of a graveyard, surrounded by weapons that could be utilized by the teen. Soon he was Apparating, dodging, and diving simply to stay one step ahead of the vast array of objects that could be conjured by the boy in an instance, and from virtually any angle.

"ENOUGH! LUMOS!" the man roared, creating such a powerful beacon of light that it pushed the shadows away from him, limiting any source of angled attack.

Harry turned, smiling as he finally found his target. "Finally! About time you do something different . Although to be fair… you missed one."

Another spike shot through the Dark Lord, as he fell forwards with a cry of pain.

"Did you truly believe that your own shadow was exempt from me? That there is not darkness beneath your own feet? When I said there was no where you could hide… I meant it."

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"Dumbledore what in the bloody hell is taking so long!?"

"Patience Sirius, the Ward system is complicated, they are overlapping and strengthening each other in complex ways that are putting us in a bit of a snag, but I assure you…"

Remus snarled in annoyance from nearby, and the Animagus agreed with him. The Headmaster was treating this like some bloody school assignment, not as if a bunch of teens were trapped in a heavily fortified area surrounded by psychopaths.

"To hell with that, move ."

The Black Lord raised his Wand, before starting to mutter out an incantation to himself. The Aurors promptly heeded the advice and jumped out of the way, but Dumbledore did not. "Sirius my boy I assure you that…"

"Either move or I'll go through you ."

With a sigh the elderly Wizard nodded, before standing aside, earning a bit of calmed curiosity from the nearby Werewolf. Why would Dumbledore be so opposed to… Remus' eyes shot open the moment red energy began crackling from the Marauders Wand as he spun it in a large circle over his head.

Sirius was using dark Magic, ancestral dark Magic, the kind that had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and the wolf inside quivering in anticipation. This wasn't the sort of spell one would learn as an Auror, it was undoubtedly something he had either found in the Black Vault or had drilled into his head by his deranged parents.

The muttered chant ended with the Black Lord slashing his tool down, sending a massive bolt of red energy blasting into the Wards, which groaned from the effort to stabilize. Sirius merely gritted his teeth and forced more energy into the assault.

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