Twilight Sparkle stared at the hooded figure, a shiver racing down her spine. Her lips moved before her mind could catch up.

"R-run! You can't win against her!"

Nightmare Moon's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Who art thou to stand before a GOD?"

The hooded figure chuckled, emerald eyes gleaming from the shadows beneath the hood.

"For you, so-called god, I am the blade that will cut you down. And for you, young lass," he glanced briefly at Twilight, his tone softening, "I’m just a fool with a knack for saving people."

The dark goddess's pupils turned to slits, her anger palpable. The air grew heavy as an icy chill descended upon the room.

Twilight’s breath misted in front of her, her shivers uncontrollable.

"You!" Nightmare Moon roared, her voice reverberating with power. "For such insolence, We shall ensure your suffering spans eternity! Speak thy name, blasphemer, so it may serve as a warning to those who dare defy their Empress!"

The figure, unshaken, let out another low chuckle.

"Lady, that's not the first time I've heard a line like that." He stepped forward, his weapons gleaming in the dim light. "The name’s Harry. Harry James Potter. Now, let’s skip the theatrics and get to the dance, shall we?"

Without another word, he charged, sword and dagger in hand.