Chapter 69.1- Doom Days

I should probably have kept the fiendfyre for long enough to destroy these wards at least, it seemed, I thought to myself as I stood before the door. My rationale had been the fact that with the size the fiendfyre had reached, there was no chance I was going to manage that much without basically announcing myself to the rest of this place. And to be honest, I just wanted to get out of here.

I wanted nothing to do with whatever wierdos had decided reviving an old Grindlewald base to run experiments out of was a wise decision. Especially considering they had kidnapped me for some reason. The one that had been pretending to be Julian was probably supposed to leave me in that chamber before leaving to join his fellows. Sadly for him, I was more than he had expected me to be.

“Did you not study warding in Hogwarts, Harry Potter?” Grindlewald asked from his position squatted at my side.

“Obviously not” I hissed as my third attempt to disable the thing hissed and fizzled out in my face.

“Yes, I can see that quite clearly. Would you like my help?” He offered. I turned to look at him, instantly sceptical. I had been keeping a careful eye on my magic reserves, and I was certain he wasn’t feeding on my magic or anything. But just because he hadn’t started doing anything suspicious yet didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to do anything eventually. Trusting a horcrux was the kind of mistake that led to a short life and a shallow grave. But what choice did I have?

“And how would you do that? You’re nothing more than a projection, after all.”

“A projection of the greatest wizard of his age” He said with a sniff.

“And while you did not study warding at Hogwarts, I studied it quite extensively at Durmstrang” He said. Of course he did. No one in the world with any knowledge of European history could deny Grindlewald’s skill as a warder. The things he had done in Nurmergard were the stuff of legend. Dozens of curse breakers had died trying to break into the place after his fall.

It had taken Dumbledore, and a dozen of the best Curse breakers in the continent as well as Gringotts working together to dismantle most of the things he had wrought and even then they hadn’t been able to break all the wards, just managing to remove the worst of them so they could get some of the prisoners out. Emphasis on the some. Even with Dumbledore, they still had lost half the prisoners to Grindlewald’s failsafes in the end. So yes, I had no doubt he could help me with this. And I had no other choices available.

“Fine. Help please. How do I get rid of this?” I gestured to the door and the gleaming red barrier around it.