We Got Lots Of History

The Final Stand

Ninety two hours since she had been safe.

Ninety one and a half hours since her cover had been blown.

Ninety one hours since she had last glimpsed at the bright light of the day.

More or less. It was hard to keep track of time when the days passed without knowing when the sun rises and fell. Her captivity was a blur of hits and magical spells that made her head ring until she lost her senses. Her low mood was no help either. At the first three hours she had realized that there was no way out of this prison cell, not even from Rowena's power, everyone used to say that the carrier of such power would be invincible.

What utter bullshit it was.

Rowena herself had said that she would only make her more powerful at a mortal extent and that it would be easier to cast older magic. It opened new doors to her, but only that. It was just a possibility, nothing more. These were the thoughts that clouded her mind as she was kneeling in front of Grindwald, facing all the people that have gathered at the top of mountain Bhutan. It was a historical place, one that was going to be a monument left in Wizarding history after today.

She knew that her face was scarred and blood was dripping from her cheeks as Grindelwald practically paraded his actions to the public.

He had just won the elections a small quivering Qilin had knelt and chose him as the leader of the Wizarding World. The one Qilin that he had killed and ressuracted, clouding and manipulating its judgment to an extreme extend.

The world was crumbling and falling apart in front of her.

She had yelled trying to convince the world of his terrible plot to rise in power and be in command. Which only left her on the floor gasping for air as he struck her in front from everyone. Showing his true self in front of everyone. And that was when it happened. The world tilted sideways.

People swarm her from left and right, spells flying everywhere around her as curses bounced on the marble floor. Familiar faces greeted her as the fight raged on around her.

The final battle.

The end of his tyranny.

Or not.

Their one hope. Her only hope. Albus Dumbledore was just to much of a coward to finish the war.

Fury and rage filled her veins as the air stilled and gravel started to lift from the ground. She stood unsteadily on her feet and raw power gathered in the palms of her hand that made an illusion of a vibrating substance.

She casted curses and spells on him. Unforgivable or not. She didn't care any more. She had to finish this.

People were fleeing the scene. Trying to find refuge. From her or from Grindelwald, she couldn't tell. And a part of her froze over at that sentiment because she was turning into a monster to stop a monster.

Nietzsche once had said "Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you." The quote always fascinated her. Because if you were a prey at such conditions it wouldn't be long until you were turned into a predator as well.

Somewhere along her journey, she had lost herself and turned at exactly the person she was trying to stop.

The Dumbledores next to her were fitting furiously but she could already see the battle being lost. And just as she suspected Gellert Grindelwald as if he had grown wings, he hurled himself of the cliff, disappeared off the face of the earth.

The scream that exited from her mouth was almost unnatural and bone chilling. Her hard work had been for nothing. All that torture had been for nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

She was a failure. An utter disappointment.

She broke down at the center of the pavillion. She was hugging herself as she rocked back and forth. Her fingers trailing her jutting bones in her body trying to calm herself.

The world was still spinning. The clock was still ticking, every minute that passed was a minute lost. That was it. She had finally snapped, with every shuddering breath the floor around her cracked. New cracks formed inside of her, just like around her.

Gentle hands were trying to coax her back to the world of living. The one that surrounded her and not the one in her head.  But it was already too late. She was lost at the shadows and there was no way back.

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An: hello everyone. I am sorry I disappeared of the face of the earth. I had a really hard time writing this chapter because it is the final of this part and we officially enter the last part of the story... thank you all for the support, tons of love <3