The dark sky loomed above the castle, and the air was charged with the heavy tension of battle. Inside the castle, Harry had fought valiantly, but he could feel the battle slipping from his grasp. V0Idemort’s power was overwhelming.

But then, outside, something changed. The wind shifted and a strange, palpable energy filled the air.

From the shadows emerged a figure—you. Your presence was like an electric charge. As you walked through the ruined gates, the very earth beneath your feet seemed to tremble, and the wind swept around you, as if it recognized the force you commanded.

Inside the castle, V0Idemort had thought he had won. He had thought Harry was done for. He was wrong.

Without a word, you stood beside Harry. Your eyes locked onto V0Idemort's, and for the first time, there was hesitation in his eyes.

“You...” V0Idemort hissed. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You didn’t flinch, your wand steady in your hand. “You thought you’d won,” you said, your voice cutting through the tension. “But you were wrong.”

Harry looked up at you, the last spark of hope reigniting inside him. You could feel the surge of energy radiating from the two of you as you stood together—powerful, unshakable. V0Idemort's smug smile began to falter.

“You’re finished,” you said, your voice a quiet storm.

With a single flick of your wrist, the world around you seemed to crackle with energy. The very air hummed as raw magic surged forward. V0Idemort raised his wand, but it was too late. Before he could strike, you unleashed your spell. A brilliant, blinding light filled the space between you, merging with Harry’s own curse, and the explosion of power sent V0Idemort flying backward.

V0Idemort’s figure slowly rose from the wreckage.

“You think this will stop me?” V0Idemort’s voice hissed through the air.

Your gaze didn’t waver. “You’re not done yet. But you will be.”

The battle was far from over. The air crackled with tension as you stood your ground, wand at the ready, knowing this fight wasn’t finished yet.