Harry Potter Duelling Novels & Stories

“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world.” — Harry, in thought, in The Half Blood Prince ＊ H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

"It wants remembrance." "Then why does it scream when I sleep?" Her hands ignited in white fire. "Because you’re not listening." The Duel I stepped into the altar circle. "We settle this in the old way," I said. "No armies. No innocents. Just us." Her smile widened. "Good. I've been waiting to kill a queen." The clash was swift. Magic screamed through the air. Hollow fire met Hollow shadow. Every strike rippled through the spires. My sigils bled gold. Hers bled red. And in the center of the chaos