Fleur spat in rage as her fireballs crashed against the transparent shield. "Erik, I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Erik looked calm and collected as he spoke into a radio in his hand. A flock of bats flew in a tight group, coalescing into the child-like form of Dominka. She was in a pastel sundress and a wide-brimmed floppy hat, her face exuding a cherubic smile that didn't match the utterly dead eyes that seethed with bloodlust and rage. It was the creepiest thing Harry had seen since the homunculous baby-sized Voldemort that was carried around by Wormtail in the graveyard at the end of the Triwizard Tournament.