Harry Potter and the Dark Lord are engaged in a frightening duel. Harry took a lot of damage to his hand in the previous tussle to free Hermoine from the clutches of Snape. An already weakened hand cannot fight Voldermort and Harry shows signs of great strain locked in against the steady flow from Voldermeort's wand. Suddenly, Harry is reminded of the Epic's class from last semester and quickly mutters the words "Mahaaaabhaaaarattthhhh" almost singing it. A shadowy figure arises behind him. Bheeshma blows the conch signalling end of war for the sun has gone down. The dark lord knows the rules and moves back into his den. Harry can now recharge and prepare for battle the next day.
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