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A battle began in the Hall of Prophecy, glass breaking this way and that, as spells clashed and rebounded.
The Aurors had come as soon as word had been spread that the hall had been broken into, quickly getting into action when they spotted the Death Eaters.
Koschei had personally made sure that the prophecy that was supposedly about himself had been smashed to dust. He thought it looked almost like snow.
The sight of the orb being obliterated had enraged Voldemort quite a lot. This led to Koschei being chased down the corridor of the Department of Mysteries, the Doctor, Hermione, and Sirius following.
Seeing their leader chasing after Koschei, the Death Eaters had followed, with Aurors chasing them.
They ended in a room, a dead-end, for all but a dark archway.
"Nowhere to run now, Potter," spat Voldemort.
He was admittedly tall, but he made a rather horrifying sight, Koschei was reminded of the baby hybrid from his kidnapping back in his fourth year.
The man pointed his wand at Koschei's forehead.
"Avad-"
"Stupefy!" cried Hermione.
"Diffindo!" Sirius.
The spells distracted Voldemort, and he turned to see who dared to interrupt him.
Koschei took this chance to slip over to where the Doctor was crouched. He was using his screwdriver, scanning for anything that could possibly help in this situation.
Koschei stood there for a moment, watching the absolute chaos, before reaching out to touch one of the strings.
A moment later, Koschei knew what to do.
"Hey, Theta?"
"Yes?" he looked up from his scanning, and Koschei pulled his head towards him, pressing a firm kiss to his lips, he savoured it for a moment, before pulling away, leaving Theta in momentary shock.
Which gave Koschei all the time he needed.
With Voldemort distracted by Hermione and Sirius. Both of whom were in turn distracted by keeping the man occupied. The Doctor also distracted from his kiss.
There was no-one to stop him as he tackled Voldemort through the veil.
They all watched in stunned silence as Koschei disappeared through what they knew as the veil of death.
"Harry!"
"Koschei!"
The sounds of the Death Eaters and the Aurors fighting in the background slowly grew to a halt as the Death Eaters realised that their leader was gone, some doubled their efforts in a panic, and some gave up entirely.
But for Hermione, Sirius, and the Doctor, all they could focus on was the veil.
Fabric flickered around the dark stone and all that was left of Koschei was silence.
"No."