"ALANTICORA RIDDLE COME OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT'S AN ORDER FROM YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD!?" Her Father's booming voice came from in the Court Yard. She closed her eyes as she came to terms with her death. Alani walked towards Fred and she kissed him, she broke this kiss and everyone followed her out. Voldemort's Army was thirty minutes the size of hers, Two-Thousand Death Eaters stood behind him, waiting for his command."Hello Father." Alani said, she was face to face with a man unlike the one she had seen before. Voldemort was Mortal again, he looked like Artemas and Mattheo, except he was older and he looked horribly ill, his lips were pale and he had dark circles his face and body were also mangled. "Those are some nasty scars, how did you get them?" she teased. "You know fully well how I got them, you're a manic you tried ripping my face in half!" Voldemort yelled. "Poor you." Alani cooed jokingly, she was stood along the out ring of her diagram, he was stood in the middle. 