𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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"OUT OF HERE, quickly," said Snape.
He seized Draco by the scruff of the neck and forced him through the door ahead of the rest; Greyback and the squat brother and sister followed, the latter both panting excitedly. As they vanished through the door, Elara realized she could move again.
She threw the Invisibility Cloak aside as the brutal-faced Death Eater, last to leave the tower top, was disappearing through the door, Harry following suit.
Heat was pushing at her hands, begging to be let out.
"PetrificusTotalus!"
The Death Eater buckled as though hit in the back with something solid and fell to the ground, rigid as a waxwork, but he had barely hit the floor when Elara and Harry were clambering over him and running down the darkened staircase.
Rage tore at Elara's heart. Her thundering footsteps sparked as she pushed herself faster than she had ever gone before. She leapt the last ten steps of the spiral staircase and stopped where she landed, her wand raised: The dimly lit corridor was full of dust; half the ceiling seemed to have fallen in; and a battle was raging before her, but even as he attempted to join the surge, she heard the hated voice shout, "It's over, time togo!" and saw Snape disappearing around the corner at the far end of the corridor; he and Draco seemed to have forced their way through the fight unscathed.
As Elara plunged after them, one of the fighters detached themselves from the fray and flew at her: It was the werewolf, Fenrir. He was on top of her before she could raise her wand: She fell backward, with filthy matted hair in her face, the stench of sweat and blood filling her nose and mouth, hot greedy breath at his throat —
"Get OFF!" shouted Elara, shoving Fenrir away.
Heat poured out of her hands as Fenrir laughed backwards twenty feet, slamming into a stone wall and falling limp to the floor.
"Way to go, Elara!" cried Nymphie's voice.
Elara scanned the dusty crowd and found Nymphie's famous pink hair rustling as she effortlessly dodged curse after curse.
