The Durmstrang Girl : The Lost Potter

Chapter 1. The Duel

Alaura ^^

Alauras P.O.V (point of view)

"Alaura Wortle  and Taldea Forman , make your way to the stage, for the final of our dulling contest." Professor Karkarof yelled.
He was a ex death eater, servents of lord Voldemort. It was him himself who attempted to end my life along with my twin brother, the boy who lived. I didn't know this at the time, of corse but I did know I was adopted.

Karkarof was never a loyal man. That's how he got out of Askaban, by betraying he's fellow death eaters. Although trying to act tough, deep down he was as vunrabol as a child. He wasn't brave, loyal or smart. Just a defenceless wimp. That's why he did nothing as headmaster, he didn't have to. The school just ran its self, with him tailing behind. That's how it fell into its dark self, how it started teaching dark magic and this annual Duelling competition.

I made my way to the stage. I was loved at durmstrang. Everyone there thought I would be a wuss, even professer Karkarof himself, hypocrite, but I turned out to be a "Smart, independent, brave and Feice as fire girl." According to our dark arts professor. It was ment to be defence against the dark arts, but they didn't teach much of that. All defensive spells we know where learnt out of books at our undersized library.

I stopped and we did the duelling bow and readied my wand. Taldea was not a friendly one, he was arrogant, egotistical and just a general sexist b****. He wasn't the brightest but he knew a lot of powerful spells, And how to play dirty.
"On the count of 3, you shall start! ONE...." Karkarof yelled
We raised our wands
"TWO..."
But Aldea had already started his first shot.
"DEPULSO!" He bellowed but I was one step ahead, as he was yelling that I had already cast protago, and that returned it to sender.
"T-three..." Karkarofs voice trailed away.

A ferocious duel broke out. I went for my usual tactic of going on the defensive rather than the offensive. It was easier letting them tire themselves out then petrificus totalusing (that's a verb now, use it!) him to keep them subdued.
He wasn't having it though. He brought Down shield after shield, but after a minute of this, he faulted. I seized the opportunity and yelled stupify at the top of my voice. He cast protago but my spell broke through, knocking him backwards. He had had enough, he couldn't be beaten, what would his friends and family think? He shot spell after spell, gradually getting more cruel.
"FLIPENDO!" "DEPULSO!" "BOMBADA!!"

I thought I'd lost. I was flying through the air. It was slow-motion It couldn't be it. I can't lose to him, yet it was happening. My vision was blurred, I was still being knocked back, maybe it wasn't going at real time after all maybe someone has cast immobulas on me. Well still several feet in the air I saw a brown stick at my eyelevel. I grabbed it
"LEVICORPUS!"
I'd saved myself! I wasn't losing! Not today! While keeping myself levitated, I glided over back to the stage and planted my feet firmly on my original point with a slight skid. I pointed my wand at my body and cast episky.

He was still in a bit of shock as the whole room started yelling in happiness that I hadn't fallen. We looked at each other's eyes. His where as cold and compassionless as stone. Mine where an ice blue, as piercing as a sword, I was also a little metamorphic, but I couldn't change my appearance drastically, but enough to disguise myself if need be. I never could change my eyes. I was also slightly legilistick (legilimence) I could always know what they where thinking,or when I was being lied to.

"EXPELLIARMUS!!"
"REDUCTO!"
We cried at the exact same time. They met in the middle, both bolts of light fighting to get to their intended recipient. Stray strands of the mixed spells where flying everywhere, people had backed away. I closed my eyes