HARRY POTTER :Rebirth in Time

The air crackled with tension as Harry, Hermione, and Daphne faced off against the group of Slytherins in the dimly lit Shrieking Shack. Wands were drawn, and the shadows danced around them, as if the very walls were alive with anticipation.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his wand. "So, you think you can just waltz in here and ruin our plans?"

"We know what you're up to," Harry replied, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "We won't let you get away with it."

Pansy Parkinson scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "And what are you going to do about it, Potter? You're outnumbered."

Daphne stepped forward, her posture exuding confidence. "We've faced worse odds before. You're not as powerful as you think."

The Slytherins exchanged uneasy glances, their bravado wavering for a moment. But Malfoy quickly regained his composure, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Oh, we're just getting started," he said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "And this time, we have allies you can't even begin to imagine."

Hermione's brow furrowed, her mind racing to decipher Malfoy's words. "What do you mean? Who are you working with?"

Malfoy let out a cold laugh. "That's for us to know and you to find out. But I can assure you, your precious Gryffindor friends won't be able to save you this time."

Harry felt a surge of anger coursing through him. "We're not going to let you hurt anyone. This ends now."

With a flick of his wand, Harry sent a powerful spell hurtling toward Malfoy, who barely managed to deflect it. The shack erupted into a flurry of spells, the walls shaking with the force of the magic.

Hermione and Daphne fought back-to-back, their movements synchronized as they expertly blocked and countered the Slytherins' attacks. The air was filled with the sounds of incantations and the crackle of energy, a chaotic symphony of the battle.

As the fight raged on, Harry realized that their opponents were not just skilled, but also driven by a deep-seated ambition. The Slytherins fought with a ferocity that Harry had never seen before, and he knew that they were not going to back down easily.

"They're not holding back," Hermione shouted, her hair disheveled as she deflected a curse. "We need to find a way to gain the upper hand."

Daphne's eyes narrowed as she fired off a series of spells, her movements fluid and precise. "We need to split them up, make them focus on individual targets. That's the only way we'll have a chance."

Harry nodded, his mind already formulating a plan. "Hermione, you take Parkinson and Zabini. Daphne, you handle Crabbe and Goyle. I'll keep Malfoy occupied."

Without hesitation, the three friends enacted their strategy, each of them taking on their respective opponents. The shack echoed with the sounds of the battle, the walls trembling under the weight of the magic.

As Harry faced off against Malfoy, he couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. They had been adversaries for years, their rivalry fueled by a deep-seated animosity. But this time, the stakes were higher, and Harry knew that he couldn't afford to hold back.

"You know, Potter, I always knew you were a thorn in my side," Malfoy sneered, his wand raised and ready to strike. "But this time, I'm going to make sure you stay out of our way for good."

Harry gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his wand. "You're not going to win, Malfoy. I won't let you."

The two boys traded spells, their wands a blur of motion as they fought for dominance. Malfoy's attacks were relentless, each one more powerful than the last, but Harry refused to back down. He knew that he couldn't afford to lose, not when so much was at stake.

As the battle raged on, Harry could feel the strain of the fight weighing on him. His muscles ached, and his breath came in ragged gasps, but he refused to give in to the exhaustion. He had to keep going, no matter what.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the shack, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He turned to see Hermione and Daphne locked in fierce combat with their respective opponents, their spells colliding in a dazzling display of magic.

"Looks like your friends are having a bit of trouble," Malfoy taunted, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Maybe you should go and help them, Potter. Or maybe you'll just watch them fall, just like you did before."

Harry's blood ran cold at the implication, and he felt a surge of protective rage coursing through him. "Don't you dare touch them!"

With renewed vigor, Harry launched a barrage of spells at Malfoy, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He couldn't let his friends down, not again. They had come too far, sacrificed too much, to fail now.

As the battle raged on, Harry could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him. He knew that the fate of the wizarding world hung in the balance, and he couldn't afford to lose. But the strain was becoming too much, and he could feel his strength beginning to wane.

Just as he was about to falter, a familiar voice called out from the shadows.

"Harry! Hermione! Daphne!"