Blinding anger coiled like a raging storm, urging my steps forward as I let the flames from my sword lick the floor. Stepping into the Great Hall, I saw the tables shattered and flung across the room. The only remnant of the room was the professor's tables and the podium were still in place. Standing in the center of a storm of deathly energy, Bellatrix with two solid green swords emanating death magic. Her hood was off, showing the new bald head. The glowing black rune tattoo on the back that I remember so well from my first life. "Bellatrix," I said, barely restraining the anger in me from her comments that I had no doubt were directed at Daphne.