Stardust And Secrets|| D.M ||

31

" Warriors " - Imagine Dragons

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Tw- mention of bloodshed

Amidst the chaos of the Ministry battle, Harry, Evara Asterin, and their companions dashed through the corridors. The air was thick with tension and spells, each echoing footstep a reminder of the danger that surrounded them. Their mission was clear - find the elusive crystal ball that held the key to defeating Voldemort.

As they reached the heart of the Ministry, they spotted the crystal ball on a pedestal. Evara's eyes gleamed with determination as she reached out to take it, but a malevolent voice echoed through the room. Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadows, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Well, well, if it isn't Evara Asterin," Lucius sneered. "You think you can simply waltz in here and take what you want?"

Evara's grip on her wand tightened, her expression unwavering. "Malfoy, this ends now."

Spells erupted as the two duelists faced off. Jets of light danced through the air, the clashing beams casting eerie shadows on the walls. Evara's movements were fluid and precise, her spells hitting their mark with accuracy. Lucius, though skilled, struggled to keep up with her ferocity.

Amidst the spellfire, Harry and his companions rallied around Evara, providing cover and launching their own counterattacks against the Death Eaters that encircled them. Curses whizzed past, narrowly missing their marks, as the battle raged on.

Amid the turmoil of the Ministry battle, Harry, Evara, and their loyal companions found themselves surrounded by a group of determined Death Eaters. The air crackled with magic as spells flew in all directions.

They were fighting restlessly with blood constantly dripping out of her cuts.

Evara's wand moved with precision, deflecting curses and firing back hexes with swift accuracy. Her companions fought beside her, their teamwork seamless as they covered each other's backs.

Harry's determination burned as he dueled a particularly aggressive Death Eater. He deflected curses, his mind focused on protecting his friends and avenging Sirius. A burst of rage fueled his magic, and he sent a powerful disarming spell that sent his opponent crashing into a wall.

Beside them, Evara's magical prowess was a sight to behold. She weaved intricate defensive spells while simultaneously launching attacks that left the Death Eaters disoriented and defeated. Her eyes blazed with a mix of determination and fury, her every movement a testament to her dedication to the cause.

With each curse they countered, with every hex they cast, they fought not only for themselves but for a better future. The adrenaline-fueled battle seemed endless, but their resolve was unbreakable.

As the Death Eaters' numbers dwindled, the remaining ones retreated, vanishing into the shadows. Harry, Evara, and their companions stood panting, chests heaving, surrounded by the aftermath of their fierce duel. The Ministry's grand corridors were scarred by the ferocity of their battle, a testament to the lengths they were willing to go to defend their world.

In the midst of the chaos, a heartbreaking shout cut through the air. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, fell to the ground, a curse from Bellatrix Lestrange finding its mark. Time seemed to slow as Harry's anguished cry filled the air, and Evara took advantage of the distraction. With a powerful surge of magic, she disarmed Lucius and sent him crashing against a wall.

Evara hurried to Harry's side, her heart heavy with grief for his loss. "Harry, we need to go. We can't stay here."

Tears welled in Harry's eyes as he nodded, his gaze never leaving Sirius's lifeless form. Reluctantly, he turned away, his friends helping to lead him through the chaos as the battle continued to rage around them.

Evara took a glance around, she saw the shadow of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had no clue why but that shadow as she could not see her face, it resembles someone she had known for a long time, but she ignored.

As they retreated, Evara cast a final look back at the crystal ball. She knew that it held the key to their victory, but the cost of retrieving it had been high. Determination burned in her eyes - they would honor their fallen friend's sacrifice and end this war.

The Ministry corridors echoed with the sounds of battle, the clashing of spells and the cries of warriors. Harry, Evara, and their companions emerged into the night, the moon casting an ethereal glow over the devastation. They had escaped, but the war was far from over.

Tired and severely wounded, they reached back to Hogwarts. They were instantly taken to the hospital wing as they were covered in blood.

Admist all of this, they did lose someone important.