The Founders

Chapter 63

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"Hello, Kyra Havard and Alexander Fyfe. The descendants of my friends. The friends who trapped me for a thousand years and would not see the justice of my cause. But perhaps you shall." He raised his eyebrows, the eyebrows of Kat, in question.

Without looking at Alex, Kyra yelled "NOW!" and threw up a shield behind them as they ran for the entrance. A black wall of shimmering magic appeared before them, blocking the exit and they pulled up short.

Alex whipped around, shielding Kyra with his body and volleying stunning spells at Godric. Kyra cast shield after shield for them, whirling out from behind Alex and covering his spells. As Alex sent spells shooting at Godric, which he dodged or dissolved with a flick of his hand, Kyra sent out the ropes spell; ropes snaked around his wrists, holding him only for a moment, but long enough for the magical wall to disappear. Backing away, Kyra shot a few disarming spells while Alex covered them with a shield. Time to get creative, she thought.

Sending the canary spell to distract Godric with twittering birds, obscuring his vision and attacking his face, she sent out a shield to block his counter while Alex slashed his wand through the air to create a magical web of silvery threads.

They clung to Godric's arms like spiderwebs, holding him for another moment. They backed away another few steps, entering the first chamber as Godric pulled free from the threads and cast a web of burning fire at them.

Alex threw up his arm and it morphed into a million little daggers which shot back at Godric. Godric knelt down, arms raised and they crumbled to dust, the dust coalescing around him into grey figures that ran back towards them.

Kyra sent spheres of water at each one, which surrounded and dissolved the dust figures before evaporating. Godric hurled the killing curse back at Alex, the green flash of light brutal and startling, and she shoved him to the ground.

Ignoring the sting of the impact, Kyra rolled and slashed her arm up again, transfiguring the stone of the tomb behind Godric into white-hot magma, which spiralled up and then poured molten arms around him in a molten, writhing mass.

Godric screamed; Alex pulled her to her feet and they ran for the entrance while he tried to extricate himself from his burning tomb. Kyra slammed her hand against the stone while Alex swung around, covering them.

As the entrance began to slide open, she gripped Alex's shoulder for a moment, looking earnestly into his eyes. "Alex, get the children out of there. I have to finish this."
Before he could comprehend her words, she shoved him with both hands out of the chamber and slammed her hand back against the wall.

"Kyra," he yelled in a strangled voice, desperately using his shoulder to try and push the entrance open as it slid shut on his yells. Kyra took a gasping breath and turned around in time to see Godric freeze the melting stone walls around him into ice. She raised her wand. He needed her to open the chamber for him and so he wouldn't kill her outright.

She could have gone with Alex and left him trapped here but, with his horcrux, that would have only left the problem for another generation. No, she had to finish this now. Godric blasted the ice to smithereens.

She settling into duelling stance. There was no way that Godric Gryffindor was getting out of this chamber alive, and there were probably similar odds for herself. She would kill him now or die trying. Either way, he wasn't leaving.

Godric read the thoughts in her eyes as he advanced, blue eyes blazing. The cracked remains of ice around him made him look like he was some prehistoric creature emerging from the ice. "That's very noble of you, Kyra Havard. But I think you shoulder consider helping me."

Kyra said nothing, throwing out a writhing mass of purple, which spread out and formed a firing line of javelins. She braced her body and shot them towards Gryffindor. He ducked to the ground and knelt up on one knee, slashing his wand in quick circles; Kyra looked behind her to find circles of stone carved out of the wall and heading straight for her.

She threw up a shield, the thick dust blinding and choking her for a moment. She heard Godric laugh and, still choking on dust, swept up her arms in an arc, causing all the burning brackets around the room to lift up and form one huge brand above his head. The metal clanged, sparks flying. She dropped it.

Godric swept out his hand, creating a dome of blinding red light and the brackets slid off the side, flying towards her instead. She flung herself back but Godric sent a burning net spinning out of the end of his wand which wrapped itself around her arms, pinning her to the ground.

She screamed from the pain of lines of fire eating away at her skin, and could only watch the iron brackets as they came crashing down onto her. The heavy impact of one landed on her temple, another crushing her chest. The edges of her vision went shimmery and dark for a moment, sounds distorting.

When she became conscious again, she found Gryffindor standing above her. Her temple throbbed and she felt sickeningly dizzy. "Are you sure that you don't want to hear why you should help me?" he asked.

Kyra looked up at him, her sight unfocused. She forced herself to sit up, spitting blood onto the ground. "I'm sure."

The line of his lips tightened and he shook his head sadly. "Oh Kyra. Kyra Havard. Haven't you ever wondered?"

"Wondered what?" she forced out through gritted teeth, the pain in her head building.

"How they died- your parents, of course."