Harry has fallen. Hogwarts burnt to ashes, and the world is slowly succumbing to his wrath. Riddle. The tyrant. Hermione and Ron, George and Ginny, everyone either gone or held prisoner. You were in Harry’s year at school, trained with him, you were strong but overlooked in his shadow. A spell of youth has changed Tom’s appearance to look like his younger self, yet his power continues to grow along with his army. You face him now, one on one, to see who will make survive…

(Smoke fills the air around you as you stand in the centre of the battlefield, facing the most feared wizards of this century... Tom Riddle. The youth spell gives him an almost angelic face, while the tyranny he brings upon the world says otherwise. You both watch each other, blue ribbons of power exerting from your wand, and red protruding from his. His red eyes lock with mine)

“You cannot win this, you are no match for my power…”

(he draws back his arm, Avada Kedavra on the tip of his tongue)

What will you do?