Dudley Dursly and the Philosopher's Stone

The Duel

Dumbeldore had a look in his eyes. A mad look. The look of a lunatic. Fred sat there, scarcely breathing. Dumbeldore started to draw near to him. He froze like a deer in headlights.

"Mr Weasley. What are you doing out of your dormitory at this hour?" Dumbeldore said. I could see him trying to restrain his anger.

"Oh Professor Dumbeldore, sir....I was ummmmmmm....sleep walking! Yeah! And I just woke up here! I thought I heard screaming but that was probably all in my head, right?" Fred was stumbling over his words. I had never seen him so scared.

"Then why, Mr Weasley," Dumbeldore was starting to raise his voice,"did you fall out of a tree with a disillusionment charm on?!"

"I...umm..." Fred wasn't quick enough finding an excuse.

It was Harry's turn to speak.
"How much did you hear?" He said in a tone filled with rage and fear.

"How much of what I didn't hear anything what do you mean?" Fred was so flustered at this point that he made it obvious he was lying.

George then did something that doomed us all.

"Finite Incantatum!" George whispered to Dean's anguish.

As we all fell to the ground, something became painfully clear in Dumbeldores expression.

We were in a lot of trouble.

"Well, well, well, so many students out of bed... What shall we do with you? Wouldn't want the ministry to get a hold of any... information about our little group, now would we?" Dumbeldore spat.

"Professor Dumbeldore, sir, if I may, we were not meaning to cause you any harm. In fact, I lured them here because I knew they were on to you. I'm interested in joining your society and would like to think I've proved myself considering I cleared so many of your enemies." Mortimer admitted, earning shocked and betrayed looks from everyone.

"Very well, Mr Delavone, since you have been useful, I suppose I could do with another spy...welcome to the Dark Spears." Dumbeldore muttered to Mortimer as he handed him a midnight black robe and a Rose of the same colour. As he put on his robe and pinned his Rose to his arm, he looked at us. At our betrayed eyes. I could swear I saw remorse in them.

"Take them to the third floor corridor." Dumbeldore spat.

"I'm going to enjoy this...." Malfoy whispered, barely audible.

"NO! We're not going without a fight." Hermione yelled at Dumbeldore as she held on too Lyla for comfort.

"Very well then. Potter, Vonezi, Gaunt, Malfoy, Weasley, Delavone - do what you want with them. Just keep them alive." Dumbeldore snarled.

The six saluted Dumbeldore and turned to face us, wands raised and hungry looks on their faces.

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Hour after hour went by, and the other side wasn't even slightly tiring. Lyla and Hermione were holding hands near the front line, shooting relentless stunning spells. Graham and I had set up the best sheild spells we possibly could. Fred and George had both been captured. The Dark Spears were actually winning.

"ENOUGH!" Dumbeldore yelled after watching the fight for four hours straight. Silence rang in the glade.

And then, we all fell to the floor, unconscious.