Dumbledore began his spell. With each word the blue energy flowed brighter, the circle shrinking, forcing the spirit back into the centre of the room and in front of the mirror of Erised passed over Albus and the two unconscious bodies of the first years. The stone was glowing a bright red as Albus kept drawing on its power, using it as a focus and anchor for the spell. The howling of the abomination in-front of him was horrific to listen to. It sounded brutal, as if it was actually hurting Tom to scream at him. Even after all the horrible things Tom had done Albus couldn't help but feel a drop of Sympathy for him after hearing the noise.