Voldemort would have gaped if it wasn't for his rigid control of his facial features. He knew Dumbledore had an amazing mask, but this changed everything. The Dark Lord’s glared at the headmaster for saying that about his soulmate. If looks could kill, everyone within a 2 mile radius would be dead. The wand in Albus’ hand twitched and so did Voldemort’s. No one knew who cast the first spell. A bright yellow light came from Dumbledore’s and a pale purple came from the Dark Lord’s. Albus used a shield while Voldemort sidestepped, still holding his soulmate. Using the time the headmaster took to create a shield, he cast a water charm and a froze it beneath him, causing Dumbledore to lose his footing for a second. Harry was staring silently as he watched the battle unfold. Apparently the bad guy his parents and Dumbledore fought against was... his "solmate"? He didn’t really know what to do or what that was. Voldemort used Dumbledore’s slip to his advantage and sent a bright green curse, Avada Kedavra. All the headmaster did though was smirk. He conjured a mirror. It reflected back. Dread filled every fiber of Tom’s being and his mind was screaming at him to get out of the way, to move, to live. Everything was in slow motion, the green light kept getting closer and closer. His soulmate was watching the light with fascination. Harry’s eyes. He closed his eyes and turned completely, protecting Harry from the inevitable death. It hit his back and he grunted slightly, before falling, with his soulmate still in his arms; his last thought his beautiful eyes. A piece of him ripped off, and it attached itself to the soul with the most likeness to itself.