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There was no way in the world I was going to win this.
I pulled myself back against the column as he unleashed another Killing Curse. The spell struck the rock, causing a mini explosion. I didn't know how much more of a beating this hallway in the castle could take.
I bit my lip hard. Across from where I was positioned, my best friend, Lisa, took position behind a column. Even though there were two of us and only one of him, he was more skilled than Lisa and I combined. If it hadn't been for her coming to my aid, I wouldn't be in this position right now. I'd be dead.
Hogwarts was under attack. Lord Voldemort had declared war on us. We had almost lost hope, because we had thought Harry Potter had died. However, by some miracle, he was still alive. That was the only reason Hogwarts still had a second chance, that's why we were still fighting. If it hadn't been for Harry, most of us would be dead by now, and a small fraction of us would surrender to Lord Voldemort and join his league of Death Eaters.
"Come out and play," crooned the Death Eater. His voice made chills rake up my spine.
His name is Antonin Dolohov. He, like me, had once gone to Hogwarts—got Sorted into Slytherin. Even though I was a Slytherin myself, I was one of the very few who was actually fighting for Hogwarts and not for the Dark Lord. I never really understood why I was Sorted into the biased House, because my personality didn't fit. But I guess the Sorting Hat knew what it was doing, so who was I to question it?
I looked across to Lisa, my emerald-green eyes looking into her smoky-grey ones. Her tree-bark brown hair was showered with rubble; her Hufflepuff uniform was slightly torn up and singed. She looked more battle worn than I did.
"Come out now while you lovely ladies can," Dolohov called. "You don't want to make your death painful, do you?"
There were two emotions swirling in me: anger and fear. The fear was obvious, because Lisa and I were trapped by a Death Eater. I was angry because he was the reason fellow Hogwartians were dead. Right now, I was torn between fight and flight.
"We can take him," I mouthed to her. Her eyes widened, Lisa wasn't one to take action.
"Are you sure?"
"There's two of us and only one of him. How hard can it be, really?" I saw Lisa sigh, but she accepted my decision with a nod.
At the same time, on the same brain wave, Lisa and I jumped out to expose ourselves, our wands at the ready. I blew a strand lock of wavy pale blonde hair away from my eyes so I could focus. Dolohov's beady brown eyes lit up at the sight of us. In the far distance, cries and blasts could be heard.
"You finally decided to come join me," Dolohov crooned, a wry smirk on his lips. "Avada Kedavra!"
Lisa and I twirled away at the last second, the Killing Curse swept right past us.
