𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

sixty-six || year 7 ✔️

"Pick up your wand!" commanded Dalia, "we're ending this. Now or never."

Amelia sighs, she grabs her wand and pointed it to her. Amelia narrows her eyes, and the two started to duel very aggressively.

"I know why," Amelia throws her a spell, which Dalia easily deflected. "you hate me so much."

Dalia laughs bitterly, "Oh?" Dalia throws her a killing spell, which thankfully Amelia dodged.

"It's because of my mum," said Amelia. "You loved my father, didn't you? But my mum, which is your enemy, got him first."

"STOP TALKING!" shrieked Dalia, Amelia smirks, as she ran away, knowing Dalia would be there to race after her. "Come back here!"

Amelia is now at the bottom of the stairs, her wand pointed at Dalia. "The drama was real." chuckled Amelia.

"Stupefy!" cried Dalia, angrily.

"Portego!"

The spell bounced off to Dalia, making her hit the wall behind her instead. Dalia staggers to her feet, grunting.

Dalia waves her wand, throwing verity of spells towards Amelia. Dalia flicks her wand, the air prickling with disturbance as she summons a shield of air insulating herself from attack. As she sweeps forward, she responds with a devastating series of spells and the floor quakes. Amelia turns and dashes up the stairs again, picking her way through the rubble and limp bodies strewn upon the steps.

Dalia strides toward the stairs and fires.
Amelia flinches as shards of marble rain down upon Wheeling, she fires back. Dalia parries Amelia's spells with frightening mounting the steps and firing again and again. Eyes darting frantically, Amelia blocks the spells mixture of skill, instinct and pure luck.

"Honestly," breathed Amelia, as she fires a spell at Dalia. "You're getting old, you're getting weaker and weaker."

Dalia's eyes glitter with rage. Amelia fires again. Dalia counters with palpable fury, spells caroming madly up and down the staircase.

Amelia shields her eyes briefly, then looks down and sees a cloud of smoke hanging over the stairs from Dalia's spells, but Dalia herself is... gone. Amelia glances about frantically, then WHOOSH! The hairs on the back of Amelia's neck rise, she turns.

Dalia materialises at the top of the stairs, fires a ribbon of fire at her. Amelia counters it, but it is so powerful he can't deflect it. She stands, connected to Dalia by the rippling ribbon of fire. She stumbles back, the muscles in her forearm twitching in pain. With her last remaining strength, Amelia breaks free from the spell and lands on the floor, panting.

"You're the weak one," sneered Dalia, her face fuming with anger. "Not me."

Amelia points her wand at the woman, as she hurriedly staggers to her feet. "For eleven years you used the Cruciatus Curse on Me as a child."

"It was fun to watch," chuckled Dalia, madly. "Someone in pain."

"You are insane." breathed Amelia, Dalia points her wand at Amelia.

"I can watch once more. Crucio!"

Amelia fell on the floor, but the pain was bearable, she was surprised. "What happened to your Curse?" asked Amelia, as she stands up.

Dalia scream angrily, throws loads of spells to Amelia, which she deflected easily. Until her wand dropped, a feet away from her. Amelia holds her hands up in surrender.