Ron took a deep breath; this was it. The last hideout of the rogue Death Eaters.

Cleon took a deep breath; this was it. The last hideout of the remains of the Scanran Army.

Ron gave the signal to raise the wards to prevent the Dark Wizards escaping.

Cleon gave the signal for the mages to raise the shields, to prevent the Scanrans from escaping.

Ron exhaled, then charged into the hideout, a stunning spell already flying from his wand.

Cleon exhaled, then charged into the hideout, his sword already swinging towards the enemy.

Ron ducked a poorly-aimed cutting curse – these were the low-level lackeys, who only remained because the Inner Circle had evaded capture before now.

Cleon ducked a poorly-shot arrow – these were the low-level infantry, who only remained because the higher-ranking Scanrans had evaded capture before now.

In the corner of his eye, Ron saw one Death Eater cast an exploding hex at a pile of barrels.

In the corner of his eye, Cleon saw one Scanran light fire to a pile of barrels.

Ron had a feeling he knew what was in those barrels.

Cleon knew what was in those barrels – battlefire.

The world exploded.

The world exploded.

They were in the not-white space, the plane that was everywhere and nowhere at once. Ron and Cleon surveyed each other, taking in the traits of their own mirror image, their almost-twin. They saw themselves, and smiled, content, as they dissipated.

(I'm underlining the Author's Note, because I've already used bold font.)

Well.

I think I said that this was complete.

I lied. This setup came to me when I was staring at my computer, completely bored out of my skull. If I do update again, it will be sporadically. If you have any ideas about possible setups, please tell me in a review. I still don't have that many ideas.