Chapter 78.6- Doom Days

“They do want to die, you know? Their present existence is little but pain and hunger. They’ll brave the former in their desire to end the latter” Grindlewald said from the side, sounding more amused than anything else. I huffed, and turned my wand on the first one that made it through the flames.

My blasting curse shot it back in the direction it was coming from. I thought for a second and then stabbed my wand into the ground. Spikes rose in a circle around me that stretched to the edge of the flames. The next one to try rushing me only managed to avoid two of the spikes before impaling itself on the third one. That was good. I could work with this.

I slashed my wand through the air, moving it like I was conducting an orchestra, and animating all the spikes to life. Defence in this case was the best offense, because it seemed they would all come for me no matter what so there was no need in hunting them down.

“Watch out” I heard Grindlewald’s voice call out, and I barely managed to dodge out of the way of the flying creature that landed in the space I had just occupied. One of the abraxan hybrids, two spears already buried in its form, had come close to barellling into me. But close was not enough, and as it turned to me, I ended its existence with a piercing curse to the brain. Even my impromptu forest of spikes was being overwhelmed in their rush to get at me.

Thinking for a second, I stabbed my wand into the ground again. The spikes shot out, moving in all directions and mowing down dozens of the creatures.

“Effective, but you have lost most of their defence with that stunt” Grindlewald said by my side, but I paid the teen dark wizard no mind as I called forth my feelings of hatred, my desire to destroy and dominate.

“Fiendfyre” I snarled, not able to keep the disdain from my tone at being pushed to use such a spell.

The fire did not bloom into existence in so much as it forced itself on the world. There was nothing natural about the appearance od the flames of hell. I felt their heat dig into my skin even with the distance between us but I said nothing and kept my occlumency sharp and focused. Losing focus here would be disastrous. I directed the flames to split in two, each half heading down each side of the corridor.

The one that went left turned into a dragon while the one that went right turned into a basilisk. Each of them dove through the creatures turning them into ash, and then fanning about the floor, destroying everything magical they came across. I followed their path, until I found myself in front of a set of stairs, and was certain everything else in the basement had been destroyed. That much was confirmed by the way the fiendfyre remained by my side, straining to attack me and destroy me for daring to call them forth. Sadly for them, I had an iron will that wouldn’t allow it.

Clearing my mind, I forced the fires back to whence they came. The basement was suddenly quiet. Eerily quiet.

“Who are you?” I heard Grindlewald’s voice by my aside again. I’d wondered where he went.

“I told you already. The name’s Harry Potter” I said with a smirk.