When two worlds collide.

Nearly There.

Voldemort sweeps down to the lower landing and pauses, eyeing the door ahead.

She glances up, in the direction of Nagini, conflicted.

"Nagini!" He waits, sees the giant snake begin to wend its way down. Then passes through the door. Nagini moves, flowing like water ever downward when a bit of rubble bounces off her slithering tail. She hisses, coiling in on herself, blunt head darting about warily.

Bucky and Hermione stand here with Draco and Ron. Rearing back, she hurls as the fragment hits its mark, Nagini strikes blindly, furious, then spies the four of them. Instantly she begins to slither toward them. As Hermione stands her ground, we Bucky clutches the basilisk fang in his hand.

. . .

Alex pushes herself forward, blindly, silently. She squints, up ahead, dark coils of impossible thick smoke corkscrew from the stone floor.

Alex wheels and watches a figure materialize back at the doorway. The smoke shifts, revealing Voldemort. He raises his wand, pointing it directly at Alex as the smoke thickens once again, concealing him. Seconds later...a ribbon of fire erupts through the mist, stitching its way through the smoke towards Alex.

Alex watches, transfixed for a moment, then flings herself aside, narrowly eluding the sizzling ribbon of fire. Voldemort vanishes, becoming one with the smoke, and Alex feels a rush of air rocket past her. She spins, blindly, and watches a disturbance of smoke several yards. The air trembles with disturbance once more, but violently this time, the smoke whirling crazily up and down the corridor.

Alex spins in a circle, hand raised, paranoid. A second ribbon of fire comes from the blackness narrowly missing Alex. Alex staggers on, tripping over the bodies that litter the stone floor, desperately gulping for air as the smoke grows thicker, choking her. A rag doll in the eye of a tornado, the light ahead blooming more brilliantly as she rushes on, blinding her as her heart thrums madly and Voldemorts voice rises in her ears.

"Die! Die!"

Voldemort's face flickers before her briefly, insanely, and Alex screams, pitching herself forward and then she is in the light, passing through, beyond the archway and onto a shattered staircase, the sound of Voldemort, in pursuit, thrumming in her ears as she races desperately on before staggering out onto the battlement, gulping air.

She stops and looks around. She quickly realises she is trapped. She turns as Voldemort emerges, begins to raise her wand but, too late. Voldemort's spells blast her off her feet.

As Alex climbs to her feet, Voldemort sends a ribbon of dark matter snaking through the air. Alex blocks it, deflecting it downwards where it explodes violently. As the walkway beneath her feet gives way, Alex drops, just as another of Voldemort's spells sails over her head and Alex drops to a walkway below. She glances up and sees Voldemort's shadow begin to move forward. Alex glances around, then dashes for a doorway ahead. She is almost there when tendrils of fabric encircle her ankle, arm and neck and spin her around.

Alex sees Voldemort stand upon the walkway, cloak swirling madly as the hem unravels and cloth vipers slither across the walkway and up Alex's body. Before Alex can react, Voldemort flicks his wand and snaps the cloth tight, reeling Alex toward him.

"Why do you live!" As Voldemort's face looms close, eyeing Alex like a curious specimen, Alex looks up.

"Because I have something worth living for."

Angrily, Voldemort poises the Elder Wand over Alex's scar which was visible a little. The flesh there begins to color with blood, the streak turning white as ice. And then...Voldemort's hand begins to tremble. He stares at the wand and watches, in horror, as a crack appears and begins to expand along its length. For a moment, he only stares, as if betrayed. Alex looks too, mind racing. The tendrils encircling him begin to fray, loosening their grip on her ever so slightly. She wiggles her hand free and lashes out, striking Voldemort across the cheek with a blade which was strapped to her thigh.

Voldemort's eyes shift, glaring at Alex, when he looks down and watches a drop of blood strike the fabric encircling Alex's wrist. He reaches up, fingers his cheek: blood.

Instantly, Alex steps back.

"Confringo!" She waves her hand over the tendrils of fabric which bursts into flames.

Voldemort falls back and with his fractured wand, slices the burning ribbons. As they turn to ash, Alex stumbles back and Voldemort picks her up and hurls her into a wall. Alex heard her ribs crack, causing her to growl in pain. As she rises, Voldemort fires again.

. . .

P.O.V in the Great Hall-

Shadows streak across, like warriors in an ancient shadow play. Sounds slowly surface, as if our ear drums were numb and swollen and gradually returning to normal. We return to the eyes, unblinking, slowly drifting in their sockets, taking in the sound and fury that dances across the irises. The Hall is full of wizards and witches. fighting for a good cause.

Bellatrix laughs madly as she stands upon a table, wand in hand, spraying the room with spells. As she pivots, one bolt just misses Ginny.

NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" Mrs. Weasley pitches her cloak, wand raised.

Bellatrix roars with laughter at sight of her. "Come on, granny, give us your best!"

Mrs. Weasley fires a volley of spells and Bellatrix's smile fades. As she counters, jets of colour fly back and forth, skittering off the tables and overturned benches. As Mrs. Weasley parries a ferocious blast from Bellatrix, George, Bill and Mr. Weasley leap into the breach and raise their wands.

"Back off, boys! She's mine!" Mrs. Weasley,l glares at the Death eater before her. "You will never touch my children again!"

"Be thankful she only took one! Besides, it's not like you don't have a spare!" As Bellatrix grins, a massive green bolt of light, spits from Mrs. Weasley's wand, striking Bellatrix directly in the sternum. Bellatrix's smile curdles, then she topples to the floor, still. A blood curdling scream fills the air.

. . .