Chapter 45.4- Doom Days

I looked at it, really looked at it. Yes, the thing had gotten brighter since eI sent the killing curse, ut it was also getting brighter regardless. It took me the same amount of time to conclude that yes, there was no new air coming into the dome so I would keep recycling the air over and over again until I ran out. At least for the second there was a solution. With a twist of my wand, I cast a bubble head charm. The charm had the natural ability to filter and reuse oxygen even in places where there was none. Don’t ask me how, it’s just classic magic bullshit.

The bubble formed over my head and I took a healthy deep breath of the fresh air, enjoying that that problem was solved before it could ever be one. Except that I began to watch the bubble fade. It faded and faded second after second until with a pop it was gone. What the fuck. The dome was absorbing magic, of course. Even a non-combat spell like that one had been absorbed as well? Fuck.

So that went that plan. Oxygen was still going to be a problem it seemed, but the more pressing one was magic. I hadn’t been running at full when I got here. I’d gone through the entire third task and then there were the duels with the other champions, the time spent fighting Peeves, the Boggarts, the Acromantulas, the dozen silly things in the maze. I’d had a day and then some. So the act that I was beginning to feel a bone deep tiredness after just a few minutes in this dome meant something.

I looked over at Dumbledore, and I could see the situation more clearly now. Some of the students had been herded away from the others and were being used as hostages. It meant Dumbledore could not fight at full strength and the rest of the Professors were stuck trying to attempt rescue missions. Even Sirius was visible from here— he was fighting two cloaked figures at once, and they were the ones struggling to keep him at bay.

“Sirius” I shouted, trying to get his attention when he managed to nail one with a jinx that forced him to punch out his partner before stunning the both of them. He looked around, even turning in my direction for a brief moment but instead of seeing me, he seemed to look past me before he settled on his next target.

Fuck. Of course they’d used some sort of notice-me-not or cloaking enchantment. The billboard that was supposed to display the Champions’ progress had gone black. No one had any idea I was here and once this distraction ran its course, they were going to leave with me with none the wiser. It was a good plan. Fuck it, a genius plan in fact. And it was made more annoying by the fact that I could not for the life of me even begin to think of a way out. The dome broke down magic and without oxygen, I was going to lose consciousness in a matter of minutes. I would have tested physical attacks against it but the killing curse I’d sent earlier told me proximity to the dome increased the magic drain and it didn’t make sense to risk that for an unsure means of escape. Besides, physical exertion would have me using up my limited air even faster.