Harry looked over to his opponent. Sonea's brown robes flicked and snapped in the wind. She had no wand. How was she going to defend herself. Dumbuldore was sitting next to their high lord. His eyes bore into him and something made Harry feel uneasy. He reminded him of the dementors, soulless. Looking around he saw Hermione and Ron cheering, with his friends on one half of the arena. The other half was filled with the novices of this guild. Dumbuldore rose.

"This is a duel. Remember the rules for the fight. And, Begin!"

Harry shouted a range of spells and hit Sonea with all he had. Sonea just stood there smiling. He had done nothing to her. Suddenly a hail of fire flurried towards him.

"Aguamenti!"

A jet of water extinguished the fire. Sonea's expression changed to surprise. Her eye brows lifted then dropped. Harry couldn't fight her. All she did was stand there. Anything he did would not affect her. Her shield was near impenetrable. Harry thought of more spells but nothing could get through the shield.

"Avis!"

A flock of birds sprang out of the tip of his wand and warmed Sonea. Buzzing sounds erupted as the birds encountered the arena's shield. Laughing came from Sonea's friends. A flash of red blinded Harry and a heat came over him, exhausting him.

"Confundo."

Sonea looked around and started attacking the shield. A cheer erupted from Harry's friends and Harry smiled. So she couldn't reflect charms. Sonea threw it off and Harry suddenly screamed. Sonea continued to use mind strike. Harry threw spell after spell at her until it came to him.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A white light erupted in the stadium. Sonea poured more and more magic into her shield and fought back. Harry had found something he could use against her. Concentrating Sonea blasted Harry's patromas until it burst. Harry stared in disbelief. He never knew that someone could destroy his petronas. He felt vulnerable and Sonea took this as her opportunity. Gathering all her strength she sent it as a wave and Harry fell to his knees.

"Halt."

Lord Balkans voice rang out in the arena. Harry stood and swayed.

"Sonea has won this round."