When The Devil Falls | Draco Malfoy x Tom Riddle

Chapter 55 | At Last

Previously on When The Devil Falls -
"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude as he bowed deeply before the leaders of the goblin world. "Your generosity will not be forgotten."

With the list in hand, Marvolo wasted no time in apparating back home. He meticulously crossed out each location they had already searched. And then, his eyes alighted upon the name that sent a surge of hope coursing through his veins—12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black had never reclaimed control of his ancestral home from the Order of the Phoenix.

A sense of urgency gripped Marvolo as he realized the significance of this discovery. He knew that Draco and Nico could very well be held captive there. 

With beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, Marvolo approached the imposing facade of 12 Grimmauld Place. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the building, sensing the powerful enchantments that surrounded it.

"This place is warded," Marvolo muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "A Fidelius Charm, no doubt."

Rudolphus and Rabastian exchanged concerned glances, recognizing the immense challenge that lay ahead. "What should we do, my Lord?" Rudolphus inquired, his tone laced with urgency.

"We tear down the wards," Marvolo declared, his voice resolute. 

With a determined nod, he raised his wand, channelling his magic with precision as he began to unravel the intricate web of protective spells that cloaked the building. As Marvolo poured every ounce of his strength into the task, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. His breathing grew laboured, his muscles straining under the weight of his magic. He could feel the resistance, the ancient magic pushing back against his attempts to breach its defences. But Marvolo was determined, his resolve unwavering as he channelled his magic into the task at hand.

Marvolo intensified his efforts, pouring every ounce of his magical strength into unravelling the intricate web of spells that guarded 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a gruelling task, each layer of protection proving more formidable than the last. But Marvolo pressed on, his determination fueling his every action.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Marvolo felt the strain of his efforts weighing heavily upon him. His chest heaved with exertion, sweat beading on his brow as he fought against the relentless resistance of the wards. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, he sensed a weakening in the magic, a crack in the armour of the enchantments that surrounded the house.

With a surge of adrenaline, Marvolo pushed forward, his magic blazing with renewed intensity as he tore through the remaining barriers with fierce determination. The air crackled with power as the wards fell away, dissipating into nothingness before his relentless assault.

Exhausted but triumphant, Marvolo staggered back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned heavily on a tree for support. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. His vision blurred, and his limbs felt heavy as if weighed down by an invisible force. Rudolphus and Rabastian acted swiftly, administering Magic Core Healers and energy-increasing potions to replenish spent energy.

Breathless and drained, Marvolo flung open the door to 12 Grimmauld Place, his heart pounding with anticipation and dread. The air crackled with tension as he stepped over the threshold, his senses on high alert.