❝I think the war changed me a lot, yeah. I hope you noted the sarcasm.❞
The Kingdom of the Magical folk had never been at rest ever since the birth of the Dark Lord. Constant wars and bloodshed had become children's bedtime tales.
One such gloomy d...
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The valley fell dead silent. The only sound that was heard was that of her determined footsteps. The surprise on Voldemort's face made it clear that he underestimated his enemy: a good opportunity for her to cower under and strike when the time became ripe.
"Is that all you have? An ordinary soldier with no rank?"
With closed eyes, she concentrated on her beating heart rather than the words of her — their — bitter enemy. This was the time for her to follow her heart, like her brother, Charlie, had always quoted back when she was a young girl with a passion of flying.
But now, even her broomstick was not with her.
It was a one-on-one. She had no advantage over a genocidal maniac like Voldemort but she was not going to show that she knew that. Right when she was certain she was standing at the foot of the dais, she opened her eyes and looked up with a determined glint.
Without chancing a glance at the hollow body of Dumbledore, she spoke in as much a hoarse voice as possible. "I, Weasley, warrior of the Order, challenge you to a duel with the condition that if you were to lose, the kingdom would belong to whoever it should be ruled over by lawfully and by the King's will!"
Bellatrix's eyes narrowed at her, before she whispered something into Voldemort's ear. It did not go unnoticed by Ginny but she had no idea what was told to the Dark Lord.
"Very well, then! I accept this challenge, Weasley." Voldemort remained expressionless as Ginny came to stand opposite of him. The curtsies were exchanged, as if the duellers were totally not going to fight to kill. Ginny took her en garde, positioning her left arm behind her right in case she had to defend all of a sudden by pulsing her magic to the front.
"Stupefy!" Her simple charm was easily deflected by Voldemort with a swish of his wand. Something silver glimmered at the helm of his waistcoat but the Weasley shook it off. She had to gain the upper hand and it was her first priority.
"Bombarda!"
It was, at times like that, that Ginny had fun with charms. "Bombarda Maxima!"
As expected, the two curses collided, sending ashes of dust and time. 'An explosion will be a distraction for you.' Harry's words echoed in her mind and she enjoyed racing with the quick flashes of memory by acting on her instincts. Ginny sent two non verbal spells, one for stunning her foe and one for losing his balance.
She kept her ears alert until the smoke cleared. Her eyes were greeted by the pleasant sight of Voldemort struggling to get to his feet. Perhaps, her stunning charm had been most unsuccessful but her leg-locker jinx did the trick as compensation.
Harry's second lesson echoed in her mind and she compelled herself to engage her enemy with a ted talk. "What, I would have never known that the Dark King would be the one to cause powerful explosions. Perhaps you are way better at magic than you show."
