Chapter 46.5- Doom Days

XXXXXX- SIRIUS BLACK

He looked around, and noted that he had been one of the first to finish with his opponents but that meant little as the others were equally rounding up. The attackers had been passable wizards, but barely above average in truth. They’d used the dark arts liberally but beyond that there was little finesse or skill to their assault. Just the sheer weight of their numbers and the fact that they had used hostages to keep Dumbledore occupied had kept them in the fight for this long, and even the hostages had now been freed, and Dumbledore with a couple flicks and swishes of his wand had bound the rest of the assailants in ropes that constricted them so tightly that they could not even move without moaning in pain.

“What’s going on up there?” He asked, pointing at the floating stage that represented the maze and the final part of the third task. The transparency enchantment had failed and now he was just looking straight up at stone. The relay and broadcasting enchantments that followed the champions everywhere had failed as well, the feed dying and the screen showing naught but static.

“Where is my godson?” He asked, talking to both no one and everyone as he made his way towards Dumbledore. Whatever disagreements he had with the man, the man was surely the only one who could tell I’m any of what had been going on.

“What happened?”

“I have no idea at present, Mister—“ Dumbledore began before shutting up as there was a grinding sound from above all of them before a horn started to blow from nowhere and everywhere at once.

“What was that?”

“Nothing good. Come with me” Sirius followed, n o even realising just how easily he had fallen into the role of a subordinate. They walked straight to the center of the field, picking up Flitwick, Sprout, Mcgnonagall and Slughorn as they did so.

“What’s happening Albus?” McGonagall asked as we walked, the sound of the horn still blaring.

“Well, that was the sound of one or more of the enchantments on the floating platform failing” he said, and Sirius looked up to note that indeed the floating platform was beginning to stop doing just that— floating. It was now becoming the falling platform.

“What?”

“Don’t panic. There are backup enchantments to ensure that the platform lands safely even if it can no longer keep—“ Dumbledore stopped as suddenly the horn turned into a bell that rang at such a high pitch that it made Sirius want to shit his hears to block out the noise.

“Wingardiam Leviosa” Dumbledore screamed, wand pointed straight above them. Sirius looked up to see the platform was falling much faster than it had earlier.

“Some help if you would?” Dumbledore asked, tone casual like he was not supporting all the weight of a small island on his lonesome.

“Wingardiam Leviosa” Sirius incanted even as he noticed the Professors by his side doing the same. The platform came to a complete stop under the influence of their combined magic. The weight of the island was immense as Sirius felt it begin to press down on him and resist his spell.

“Wingardiam Leviosa” more voices joined theirs, and Sirius felt the burden ease. He turned to the side and found the ICW representatives as well as Maxime rushing over with their wands pointed upwards.

“Wat do wee due, Dumblydore?” Maxime asked. “The Champions are still up there” She continued. Harry, Sirius thought. Harry is still up there.