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As both sides stood ready for the end of the war, anxious for the end, surrounded by the dead of loved ones and enemies. The silence became overwhelming, everyone waiting for their leader's cue, before anyone could advance a loud crack sounded through the courtyard followed by a blinding light.
When everyone gained their vision back there was an audible gasp as everyone took in the mysterious figure. The figure, a woman, was standing in the middle of both sides as if she could stop the war with a hand signal or word. Before anyone could say anything, everyone heard the chilling voice of the Dark Lord,
“Aleya Emrys. Have you come to join your dead lover.”
No one knew how to react, no one recognized her besides a select few, as she has been believed to be dead since the first wizarding war. Before anyone could say anymore the women started laughing hysterically.
“Did you really believe I would let their deaths go unpunished? I told you I would get my revenger one day. Tommy, don't be stupid. You have stooped so low as to kill an infant, but also to be defeated by said infant.”
Before anyone could react her eyes started glowing gold, as she lifted up her arms everyone went flying. Deatheaters all around them were dead, somehow every single one of them had blood coming out of their eyes.
As Tom Riddle, now Voldemort, lay dying the last words he heard, “I promised Tom. These are your consequences. Maybe you will one day be the same boy I saved from that orphanage.” As she spoke those last words there was another bright light and she disappeared once again, leaving everyone confused besides a select few, they knew they would see her again in a few decades.
She appeared again in a different time and century. Smiling, she looked around at her home, Camelot.