Tom Riddle X Reader | ✓

Part 96: Beginning Of The End

"Remus!" - you saw Goyle about to ambush James, and out of instinct, you raised your wand first, sending out a backfiring jinx. It traveled up to the caster and detonated at the tip of Goyle's fingers, sparking as if white fireworks and sending him flying into the air, rigid.

James backpedaled, panting, busy reflecting the continual waves of spells the pair of dark wizards were chanting. Sweat dripped from Potters forehead, he was getting tired.

You briefly glimpsed at unconscious Remus who had been approached by Aberforth Dumbledore. He bolstered Lupin, pulling him into cover as he murmured some incantations to defy the more evolved version of stupefy that Remus was under.

Knowing Lupin will be okay, you sprinted to help James fight Lucius and Crabbe. Taking opportunity of both of them weaving forwards Potter and having their backs turned, you knocked Lucius out with a stunning spell.

As Crabbe retaliated, now battling you and James, he conjured a thin rope out of his wand that soon turned into a flaming whip. He whirled his arm into the air, swinging the hot rod and it quickly wrapped around your and James legs. You yelped at the burning pain as Crabbe pulled on the strand and watched you fall down with Potter. 

You vigorously sat up with your wand pointing at the blaze around your ankles and a blue whirl leaped out of your wooden weapon, rushing to your feet, and the painful burning turned into a gentle tickle. You quickly did the same at James who, in the meanwhile, had disarmed Crabbe.

James panted "Whose side are you on?"

you smiled, helping him up "Not this again"

There was a moment of friendly peace in his eyes, he looked thankful.

"Watch out!" - he shielded you from an oncoming flash which bounced against his arm then back at the death eater.

You nodded at him to show gratitude.

On another side of the ruins, the air suddenly rumbled above a few of the good sorcerers who got swallowed by an explosion that burst into a cloud of smoke in a shape of a large snake on impact.

The person who summoned it had been deviously smirking at the sight of death coming for anyone but him. Riddle's eyes glinted with red, eerie confidence as he watched the people that once were alive - crumble to dust beneath him.

He spun his wand to the right side and the ground he stood on heavily started to shake as the concrete of the ruins cracked into millions of thin, endless splits that suddenly tore open, absorbing into the abyss some of the fallen in fighters. Riddle did not care who would fall, he did not mind sacrificing a few of his own if it will mean victory.

Within seconds, hundreds of skin deprived hands reached out from the dark cracks and clawed into the surface with barely any flesh on those bony fingers. Their skins were as pale as marble and their eyes were cloudy, at which if you dared to look at - you'd feel shuddering terror. 

Tom straightened his back, almost chuckling at the sight of inferi leaping and slashing onto some of the order members. When the friendly sorcerers would cast fire at the reanimated corpses, those things, enchanted to avoid blazes, would dodge it.

Until one wave of fire, as if a hurricane, launched at the undead, splitting into lines of heat, and as if having a mind of its own - it trailed only after the moving corpses, scaring them back into the ground, which quickly closed after.

Riddle's smirk disappeared and he looked around for the source of the caster. 

Until he heard a male voice behind him "You have the power to stop this"