Chapter 46.4- Doom Days

I was on the floor. I was in pain, may hands were spasming out of control, and it was all I could do token focused enough to cast magic, but that was enough. I deflected his disarming charm. My aim was off. Instead of hitting him, it flew over his shoulder but the was enough. I rolled to the side to avoid a blasting curse, and I countered with a second of focus and a large black spell, a flesh eating necrosis curse that forced even Voldemort to move to the side. I looked down at the wand in my hand, the bone handle, the darker shade of the wood, the longer length, thinner girth. This was not my wand, but it responded just as easily as the holly ever had.

Crouch dodged the spell and returned fire with a killing curse. I ducked, knees trembling as I did so. “Don’t kill him, Crouch. He is mine”

“Yes master” The second Crouch turned, I struck. My fingers and arms were shaking too much for anything too precise. So fuck precision. This was the time for only one kind of magic.

And thankfully, I had just the thing. “Fulgur” I spat out, sending lightning right up his arse. To Crouch’s credit, he managed to raise a shield in time but there was little his flimsy protego could do to save him from an elemental spell of that level. He was sent flying in the distance, most assuredly dead. I turned the wand to Voldemort but was forced to nearly drop it as I took a bone breaker to the shoulder. My other shoulder. Who the fuck had such terrible aim.

“Drop the wand, Potter” I heard the rat’s voice before I saw him. And he hadn’t come alone. “Oh fuck you all” I said, near drowning in pain even as I recognised that the opportunity had passed. The only way I would kill Voldemort here would be if I was willing to do so at the cost of my own life. And there was no chance in hell that Voldemort was worth that much.

“Fiendfyre” I spat, fueling the spell with all my hatred and fury. In my mental state, there was no chance I’d manage to keep the spell under control so I did not even try. I fed it all the magic I could, and then unleashed it the second it breathed air for the first time. It turned to me first, but before it could devour me, I turned on the spot, and apparated straight off the fucking British Isles.