The heavy smell of smoke filled the air around them, sitting like a
lump in their throats. Tina and Newt were fighting shoulder to shoulder,
dodging unforgivable curses and casting spells whenever they could.
Ruins and bodies surrounded them from all sides, the fog making it
almost impossible to recognize friend from enemy.
around them voices and cries were muffled into the dreadful noise of a
battle that would later go down in history. They were outnumbered,
exhausted and in desperate need of someone to rescue them.
was at that moment that a series of bright red flames split the starlit
sky in half, when the familiar shape of a great crimson and gold bird
made its way towards the center of the ancient temple they’d been
fighting in and landed on the shoulder of a tall man.
his deep voice filled the air and Newt felt his body go numb from head
to toe. He watched in awe as everything else around him went still, from
the dark haired witch whose wand was pointing straight to his heart, to
the pieces of ash left behind by the pheonix.
Dumbledore’s voice made its way to his ears once more, “It is me that you want, let them walk away.”
A slow clapping followed by a menacing laugh, and Grindelwald’s slim figure was swaying through the frozen crowd.
should have expected that from you. Arriving last minute, acting like a
hero when everyone is weak and worn only to take all the credit. I can
already picture it: ‘Albus Dumbledore Defeats Evil Wizard’. A cliche,
don’t you think?”
Even though his voice was dripping with sarcasm, the range in his eyes betrayed his false calmness.
“Don’t do this, there are other ways of achieving the Greater Good. There is still time for you to turn around.” Please.
“Are you asking me to repent? That’s too pathetic, even for you.”
The two wizards were walking around in a wide circle, pace slow and wands on the ready.
speak of peace and then you start a war, Gellert.That is not how it’s
supposed to be.” Dumbledore’s face seemed tired, weathered and as
vulnerable as a man’s could be, but his voice was as calm as ever.
you dare call me a hypocrite! You preach unity and honesty while living
a life in hiding and terror. Take a look at the great Dumbledore,
everyone!”, he spin around with open arms. “I bet you can’t even look at
yourself in the mirror, can you?”
They had stopped pacing and now stood face to face, at arm’s length from one another.
sight of who you have become makes me sick.” To the onlookers, his gaze
could have easily been mistaken as that of genuine hatred.
With Grindelwald’s wand now seconds away from casting the first spell, Dumbledore tried his luck one last time.
“Do not make us do this.” That was a whisper for only the two of them to hear.
was impossible to detect which one of the wizards cast the first spell.
Red, silver and yellow- never green- sparks filled the air once again,
the two men fighting as if their lives were at stake.
Words were spoken, pleadings were made and the battle kept on.
One swing from Grindelwald, another from Dumbledore in return.
looked as if it was never going to end, both men fighting with equal
rage and skill, when a red string of magic came out of the latter’s wand
and disarmed his opponent, making him fall on his back.
What followed next made no sense to Newt, at least not at that moment.
Dumbledore lifted the blonde man’s face with his fingers, bend down to grab him arm and they both vanished into thin air.