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This work is an inspiration from The Fantastic Beasts series. Especially from its second movie, The Crimes of Grindelwald.
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Amoure et Bellum
by
Ares Alexander Peverell
(A/N- Amoure et Bellum translates to Love and War.)
There was no denying it: Grindelwald had brought the whole world to its knees. World War II had ended after muggle America had used some weapon of mass destruction, bringing the Axis powers to their knees and putting an end to one of the biggest carnages in human history.
Despite the great victory achieved by these so-called world powers, a concealed world - completely unheard of by a vast majority of humanity - was not yet free from the bane of war and destruction still plaguing its domain. The Acolytes and the army of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald continued to terrorize the wizarding world. It had taken personal interference from the ICW to even slow Grindelwald in his campaign for power.
Yes, Magical Europe was burning. And only a miracle could save it from its impending demise.
Unknown Location,
Paris,
France.
A rather tired and weary-looking Albus Dumbledore apparated in front of a modest-looking home.
"Nicholas." he greeted as he entered the house. Various cuts and bruises were spread all over his body. His clothes were torn and burnt at various places, and he looked so battered that people would think that he had just arrived from a war zone.
"What happened, my boy." asked the alchemist, his face adopting an expression of concern. The immortal could see that his young protégée was trying to occlude his emotions. The process was not only unhealthy but also very dangerous for a person.
"Credence happened. He attacked Hogwarts." Albus said with a sad smile. "First Arianna and now Aurelius. I suppose that I am destined to have the blood of my own family on my hands."
Nicholas' eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't anticipated this to happen. He knew that Credence had become the right-hand man of Grindelwald and was personally responsible for bringing Magical Russia to its knees. But to attack Hogwarts despite its unbreakable and powerful protections?
"Tell me the entire story." Nicholas almost demanded Dumbledore.
So he told everything to Nicholas. How Credence had attacked Hogwarts with the members of the Dark Army, and how he was forced to fight the wizard. He had managed to defeat the wizard. However, the defeated obscurial had simply burst apart in a devastating shockwave of magic, killing nineteen people while injuring another three dozen. Dumbledore had barely managed to save himself from the blast.
Credence had managed to tell his entire story of being Aurelius Dumbledore, managing to get a jump on Dumbledore and had it not been for his quick Mage shield, he would've been torn to pieces.
"Gellert Grindelwald is not your responsibility, Albus Dumbledore. No matter what others say. It was the stupidity of their own that made Grindelwald, When they would come to their senses, they would realize the foolishness of their actions. Sooner or later, he would be defeated." Nicholas shook the wizard, ensuring that the man understood every word he had to say.
"Gellert won't be stopped by anyone else, Nicholas. He has the Elder Wand." Albus said dejectedly. " It's up to me to find a way around the Blood Pact. I'm the only one who can face him."
"But-
"- I know your concern about me. But he's not the same Gellert I once loved. He has gone too far in his quest. The power has corrupted him. I cannot keep running from my past any longer, I have to face it." the transfiguration professor reassured his mentor.
"Very well. I won't stop you, Albus. But do ensure that you do not show any mercy, cause Gellert certainly won't."
"Perenelle is a Master of Blood Magic. She can assist you in your endeavour far better than me when she returns. Until then, you'll stay here and heal."
"But there are a lot of people- "
"A lot of people would still die if you rush in like a moron without being at your full strength." finished Nicholas. "I won't have you whining like a brat at me. Now go and rest. We'll certainly discuss this later." he rebuked before gently ushering the tired and beaten wizard to the guest room.
Three days. Three days was the time it had taken for the blood oath to be finally unravelled.
"You know what to do, Albus. That's your only chance." Perenelle warned the wizard. She then patted Albus' shoulder gently before leaving the room, leaving a wizard musing to his thoughts.
Dumbledore took a deep breath. He gently caressed the wand in his hand. Applewood, 14 inches and the core of a Phoenix feather. It had served him well since he had purchased it all those years ago from the Ollivander's.
"Avada Kedavra" he spoke softly. A jet of green light rushed from the wand before colliding with the circular ornament of the Blood Pact, disintegrating it into sparks of red mist.
Albus Dumbledore could feel the hold of the oath gently fade away as the binding was broken.
It was time to face the music.
Nurmengard Castle
Austrian Alps
Central Europe
The Impenetrable Fortress of Nurmengard is currently under attack. The ICW has finally managed to mount an effective enough offence to retaliate against the Acolytes. The entire area surrounding the castle was filled with flashes of light and sound. The battle went on at full force.
Many divisions had managed to gain entry to the fortress's inner grounds, and quite a few teams of curse-breakers were working to gain access inside the central area. The entire field was covered with bodies of the members of both sides, with the rain sweeping the spilt blood across the entire field of the fortress.
All in all, the alliance was on the way to victory. The castle was on its last legs. It was not meant to withstand an assault at this level. But as it is said, a single moment can change everything.
A lone figure suddenly apparated on the castle grounds, indifferent about the battle going on around him.
"FUCK! It's Grindelwald." screamed their general. However, he could continue no further as an overpowered Blasting Curse hit him at impossible speed, killing everyone around him in an explosion of gore and body parts.
"Gib mir Macht über den Regen." the Dark Lord spoke softly, pointing his wand at the sky.
(A/N- Inspired from The Mind Arts by Wu Gang)
The entire sky turned black as the rain simply stopped in mid-air. Grindelwald looked at the droplets with a cruel smirk. A flick of his wand turned every single raindrop into a giant icicle, while another swish sent them hurtling towards his enemies.
The single spell managed to decimate half of the entire forces on the battlefield. The carnage was so devastating that it forced the rest of the members to abandon their pursuit in fear of their demise. Friends and foes alike were trying to escape from the battlefield. Their attempt was in vain since the entire castle was warded against every form of wizarding travel. And the castle was on the top of a mountain with the only apparition point being blasted off by the Dark Lord.
"This should send a message to the ICW that it's futile to stop me," Grindelwald told them in a German accent. He had a crazed look in his heterochromatic eyes as he eyed them with a look promising pain.
Grindelwald pointed the wand at the fearful witches and wizards before sending the icicles towards the group who could do nothing as they saw cold and certain death coming their way. The icicles were resistant to most shields and even with the combined efforts, they could do nothing. The gigantic crystals were going to strike them-
"Ignis Tempestas"
An enormous maelstrom of reddish-blue flames collided with the inevitable storm of crystals, vaporizing them in thin air and turning the air to mist.
After a moment, the entire alliance turned back to see their saviour. Even through the fog, the eccentric purple robes and glowing sapphire eyes could only belong to one person.
Yes, Albus Dumbledore had entered the battle, wand in hand and looking like a Mage in his quest to conquer the world.
[Dumbledore's POV]
It hadn't taken him very long to break through the castle's defences by simply overwhelmed them with raw magic. Albus had just arrived to see Gellert kill half of the people on the battlefield with a single spell. Despite the intent behind the spell, he couldn't help but be amazed by the display of magic. Snapping out of his musings, he raised his wand.
"Ignis Tempestas" he incanted. Albus silently cursed himself for not arriving sooner. He could've saved more lives.
Focus Albus. This is no time for regrets. He mentally chastised himself before expertly controlling the flames to ensure that no crystal managed to escape the flames.
He slowly paced towards the Dark Lord. His wand was raised and he was alert. His magic was swirling around him, ready to attack or defend if the situation demanded it.
"Quantus Obliderato" he cast in the sky, keeping an eye to see if the spell would be blocked or neutralised. The transportation ward crashed with a horrible noise, creating a magical shockwave that knocked everyone except the two wizards standing on the field.
To Dumbledore's surprise, he encountered no resistance from the blonde wizard. Rather, Gellert appeared as nonchalant as the day they first met.
"You should leave the place. I don't want anyone to get caught in the crossfire." Albus spoke sternly, unknowingly infusing magic in his voice.
No sooner had Albus said this than everyone apparated away from the place, leaving only the two of them. Vinda Rosier tried to stay but was ordered to leave as well.
"I expected you to come, Mein Lieber Freund. I must admit that congratulations are in order. Even I never managed to find a way around a blood pact, despite being a Master of Blood Magic." the wizard spoke, mirth dripping from his voice.
"This has gone on for far too long, Gellert. These assassinations, the fear, torture. It has gone for far too long." Albus spoke, voice wavering slightly.
"Du verstehst nicht Albus. It's for the Greater Good. The world we imagined. It could become a reality. You have seen what the Muggles are capable of. They killed millions of their own kind just to win a war. They are a threat to us. If we don't take action, the magicals would be wiped out from the world." Grindelwald spoke passionately.
"You know what happened to Ariana. It would happen to every magical child. All I need is you, Albus, just you. Join me and we'll be unstoppable. We'll just remake the world as we intended. Our goal will finally be complete. We can make a utopia together." the blonde wizard looked at him with almost pleading eyes.
"The statue of Secrecy has been around for hundreds of years. It would protect us. There is no need for this bloodshed to continue any further. So much magical blood has already been spilt in your pursuit. Power has blinded you. I'm afraid that our dream has turned into your dream. It was the foolishness of our youths, Gellert. We can find more solutions." he replied, hoping to make the other wizard see his point.
"And then what? It would be a temporary solution at best. I wield the Elder Wand, and therefore I am unstoppable. I would build a new world. It doesn't matter if you agree or not. You abandoned me for something which I never did."
Dumbledore seemed to age decades when he heard the statement. "Don't bring Arianna and Aberforth into this. It's not their fault. Don't you dare." he warned.
"Why shouldn't I? Did you ever figure out that it was your dear brother all along who killed Ariana? It was never you or me. And he has been hating and blaming you for all these years." Gellert snarled. Why couldn't Albus understand his perspective?
"I don't believe you. Quit messing with my head, Gellert Grindelwald. First Credence and now this. We have talked for far too long. There is only one option left." Dumbledore fired back, pain clear in his eyes.
"Do you really want to do this, Meine Geliebte? Has it come to this?" he questioned in a soft voice, gesturing all around them. The tone of his voice almost broke Albus' heart. But he knew what to do. The war could not be allowed to continue.
"I'm afraid it has to end. There is no other way." came the reply.
The two wizards stared down at each other as they adopted their respective duelling positions. Their magic was swirling around wildly, giving them the appearance of a god incarnated in the mortal world. Their eyes were focused on each other as they tried to glean more about their opponent.
A sweep of the Elder Wand sent five jets of green light as the dark lord started a complex looking wand movement.
Dumbledore simply avoided the spell and transfigured the debris into three elemental golems. He followed it by transfiguring a small army of birds and various dangerous animals ranging from hawks to lions and cheetahs.
He then ordered them to attack before being forced to conjure an Imprimis Shield as a silver bolt of light struck his hastily erected shield, decimating it instantly. Albus cursed himself as he was pelted by sharp debris. He quickly banished them only to see the animals being turned to dust as they were destroyed by several blasting curses.
The two wizards managed to trade spells for several minutes before both of them realized the dilemma of their approach.
Albus couldn't get any of his spells to bypass the powerful shields nor could Grindelwald get past the numerous transfigurations of Dumbledore, who had recognized early on that his shields were of no use against the Elder Wand's power.
Spells that had not been seen in centuries were being thrown around. Transfiguration being cancelled before they even manifested, charms were countered before they even left each other's wand. Their battles could be compared to a battle between two gods fighting for glory and dominance.
Dumbledore proved why he was the youngest master of transfiguration by conjuring an entire flock of eagles out of thin air before sending them towards Grindelwald as he took a moment to get a moment's relief.
The dark lord fired cutting and severing curses which were effortlessly dodged by the predatory avians.
The entire flock surrounded him before going for the killing blow.
"Saggitus loco isto"
A single arrow shot into the air before multiplying into a volley of arrows. The arrows were explosive on contact and Dumbledore was forced to transfigure the ground near him into a dome to protect him. The arrows still managed to destroy the dome, with Dumbledore barely surviving. The entire field had huge craters wherever the arrows had landed.
The spell was cast again and hundreds of exploding arrows made their way towards the transfiguration professor. However, this time, he was ready.
"Adflicto Implodus." A wave of orangish-blue mist intercepted the incoming volley of arrows before turning them to dust in mid-air.
Dumbledore made a complicated star motion with his wand before speaking, "Terra Eruptus."
Gigantic spikes the size of buildings erupted across the entire field, destroying everything in sight. The entire mountain shook with the spell.
"Lignum Eruptus, Tantus Furor Natura" Before the spikes could cover the entire field, Grindelwald conjured sky-high whips of wooden tree trunks from the ground. They managed to pulverize the field and stop the advancing spikes made of stone and ground. The two met in the middle as in a clash of wood and rock. Grindelwald then banished the rocks at his foe and fired several curses, all meant to torture and kill in the most painful ways.
"Exolesco, Adflicto Implodus" intoned Dumbledore. A jet-black curse struck the incoming roots, spreading like a virus through all the roots. The entirety of the spikes withered to dust while the second spell reduced the incoming projectiles to powder.
When the assault was over, the duellers looked at each other and to the surprise of each other, they both were almost unharmed, although Dumbledore looked far worse than the dark lord.
"Give up, Albus. You cannot defeat the power of a Deathly Hallow," spoke Grindelwald, trying to end the fight without any casualties. Truth be told, he did not want to kill Albus.
Dumbledore didn't respond to the monologue. Instead, he used some instant healing spells. They would not heal him completely but ensure that he had all the advantages he needed.
"Soporo, Percutio, Ossus Explodum, Cardia Arresto, Pierre Scutus, Ventus Vespiqus "
Dumbledore sent a flurry of spells towards the dark lord, realizing that it was futile to fight his opponent with raw power when he held the obvious advantage.
Grindelwald shielded against the first three, but the third had almost managed to destroy his shields, taking him by surprise. The torrent of wind managed to sweep him in its eye as it trapped the wizard inside it.
Dumbledore capitalized on the opportunity, trapping him in a fierce tempest of winds that were revolving around the speed of a hurricane.
For a moment, it appeared that the battle was over.
Grindelwald simply managed to apparate himself into the centre of the field, looking worse for the wear.
"Catena Fulgur" A lightning bolt from the sky shot towards the raised Elder wand before it was directed at the still raging tornado, piercing it like a hot knife through butter.
"Fulmen Ichitas" A purplish-red blast of his own met the forked lightning from the sky in a burst of pure magic. Lances of lightning were vying for dominance, creating even deeper gorges all over the field.
The smell of ozone was almost palpable in the air. Dumbledore wisely cancelled the spell before apparating out of harm's way right behind the dark lord. He proceeded to send another chain of curses and ancient spells.
Gellert was ready this time. He deflected the spells back at his opponent with an expertly conjured Refractious Shield before sending a spell chain of his own in retaliation.
"Cruor Madidus, Avada Kedavra, Immolatio, Crucio"
"Magnum Aegis"
Dumbledore knew that he couldn't dodge the spell combo. A brilliantly golden shield snapped into place, taking all the spells.
Dumbledore sighed in relief. That was a very close one for him and the Mage Shield was not a spell few could hold, let alone conjure.
The two continued firing spell chains at each other, not caring in the slightest about the nature of the magic used or what those spells could do. But only one could win. And who would it be?
[Around thirty minutes later]
Both the mages were finally looking exhausted after firing spell chains and throwing around arcane magics that would've made even the strongest wizards tremble in fear.
This was the power of a centennial sorcerer. Wizards that surpassed everyone else in terms of power and achievement. Their knowledge was second to none and their magics being one of their kind.
The climax of the battle had arrived.
"Let's put our full powers against each other. Lord Grindelwald versus Albus Dumbledore. Centennial sorcerers and one of the greatest wizards to ever walk this planet."
Suddenly, various Sigils and runes flared around the dark lord.
Grindelwald then produced a Mithril dagger from inside his robe. He then sliced his wand before pooling the blood in his hand and displaying the ability that earned him the title of the Dark Lord.
"Et a Mortius Suscitare Potens, ut eis Inferius" he spoke.
The blood in his palm turned into a shadowy black mist which was then blown across the entire battlefield.
Dumbledore tried firing several spells towards the caster. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the spell that was used.
More than a hundred, all the dead bodies suddenly stood up before charging towards the now afraid-looking Dumbledore.
What made it even worse was that no fire was having any effect on them. Before he could try anything, the reanimated dead bodies had circled him.
He started blasting apart the ones that came too close to his comfort. But the hordes never ended. Frustrated, he activated several sigils of his own along with runes in quick succession. They would last long enough for what he wanted to do.
He touched his wand to the ground before raising it to the sky and incantated,
"Induco Caelum Necron Terra Simul"
Meteors appeared hundreds of feet above them. They started burning as they dropped from the sky. Both the wizards were forced to conjure their most powerful physical shields as tonnes of gigantic molten rocks dropped all around them.
For the first time in the battle, the tides had turned in Dumbledore's favour. Grindelwald was in a worse condition. The Inferius had taken a lot out of him, and it was like a final gambit for the dark lord. Therefore, he had barely survived from being tun into mush like the several dead bodies that were mashed into a literal pulp all around him.
"Give up Gellert. You are in no condition to fight any further. I request you, do not make me do this." spoke Dumbledore in a pleading voice.
"I lived For the Greater Good, Albus. I would gladly sacrifice myself for it," he spoke, finally realizing his imminent defeat. "I'm still proud of it. You are still the only person I can ever call my equal. I'm just disheartened to know that you chose to go against me."
They both raised their wands at each other, a fire burning in their eyes. It was now all about respect and ability. And there wasn't anyone currently superior to the two standing right across the battlefield. They know that the spell would be their last. The last straw, the deciding factor, and the clash of two signature spells.
"PROTEGO DIABOLICUM"
"IGNIS TEMPESTAS"
A literal tornado of black flames collided with a maelstrom of reddish-blue ones in a fiery eruption, with each wizard trying to overpower the other.
A battle of pure will was taking place as the magical flames tried to smother each other. This was a stalemate, the wizards no longer reliant on raw power or advantages.
Dumbledore was winning. He pushed even further, pressing his advantages. They could finally win. Countless lives depended on his victory today.
He pushed with all the might that afforded him. Only a flicker of the devilish fires was holding against the might of Dumbledore's spell.
Grindelwald put all of his power into the spell in an unexpected turn of events before cancelling it and sending a spell at the struggling Albus.
"Aqua Erecto"
With the expertise of an archer directing an arrow towards his goal, the waves of water erupted from the ground, engulfing the fire from all sides. However, before the inferno could be extinguished, Grindelwald cancelled the spell.
The Dark Lord, however, capitalized on this advantage before sending a single spell towards his opponent.
"Corpus Perdere" A blood-red spell escapes the elder wand, heading straight for the wizard in purple.
Meanwhile, the sudden loss of resistance leads to Dumbeldore's spell going widespread before colliding with the dark lord's weak and hastily conjured shield, pushing him back harshly.
Dumbledore knew that he couldn't escape the upcoming spell on time. He fired an advanced binding spell along with a disarmer before accepting his fate as the spell neared him.
It hit the dark lord straight in the chest, whose shield finally lost to the combined assault of the fire and the spells.
Before the spell hit Dumbledore, a flash of fire intercepted the spell before bursting into cinders and ashes in brilliant golden sparks, taking the fatal curse upon itself.
The battle was over. The reign of Gellert Grindelwald finally coming to an end.
Gellert was astonished to see a phoenix intercepting his spell. "Looks like I've lost Albus. And you seemed to have gained the allegiance of a Phoenix. I do envy you for that, my friend." Gellert spoke across the battlefield, despite being tied up and defeated.
After gently picking the baby phoenix from the ground, Albus marched towards his old friend with a terrible sadness in his eyes. He seemed to age a hundred years in an instant as he watched the now struggling man trying to push the rock that he was buried under, his wand lying a few feet away from him. The man stared at Albus with a sadistic expression, accusing him of the current betrayal.
"I would welcome death, Albus. Just like the youngest brother, Ignotus Peverell, did. With open arms and like an old friend. Do it. Two words would suffice." he spoke after a long time, staring into the shining blue eyes which had captivated him for eternity.
Dumbledore flinched harshly.
"I cannot give you what you desire, Gellert. The spell would never succeed. However, Death would not be the consequence of your actions. Redemption is a hard journey and the list of your sins is inexplicable."
He glanced at the wand before picking it up. An immediate surge of eldritch energy coursed through Dumbledore's body. The flash was enough for him to believe that it was the Elder wand. And it had currently accepted him as its master.
He stunned the dark lord before moving inside the confines of the Nurmengard Castle, with a body floating behind him.
After half an hour, the wizard exited the castle. But some wounds stay with us forever. Hidden and invisible, yet their phantom pains haunt our nightmares and terrify our subconscious for eternities to come.
The same wizard may have fought the battle, but the same didn't exit that place. It was a far different one.
This was the tale of two lovers. United by fate but forged by destiny. Gellert Grindelwald started as a revolutionary, a hope, a redemption, salvation against a world ruled by muggles. Where you could freely express yourself as you are. Not what society wanted you to be.
But it's not unjustly quoted that the lure of power is too strong to sate.
The two wizards may have fought the battle with all their might, but no one was the victor. Each of them lost something of theirs.
The mourning cry of a Phoenix could be heard all over the now empty castle, all except for one trapped Dark Lord.
[The Next Day]
Albus Dumbledore defeats Gellert Grindelwald
By
Oswald DuPont
Ladies and Gentlemen. This reporter is glad to inform you that the terror of the Dark Lord is finally over. Albus Dumbledore managed to duel and imprison the dark lord in a battle that would no doubt go down in the history books.
With accolades such as youngest Master of Transfiguration, Champion Duellist, acclaimed Magical Theorist, highest possible scores in O.W.L and N.E.W.T and the apprentice to Nicholas Flamel himself and the current Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, there was no doubt in the minds of people that the man was the only obstacle against the Dark Lord's reign.
Following a lethal attack on Hogwarts that led to the death of twenty-seven students and two Hogwarts professors, along with injuring the current headmaster, Armando Dippet. It's also being speculated that the attack on Hogwarts was the main reason behind Dumbledore involvement. Nonetheless, the magical world is grateful to the wizard who brought the end to this 'For the Greater Good' campaign.
"The entire French Ministry is thankful to Mr Dumbledore for ending this damn war. I sincerely believe that with Gellert Grindelwald, the Acolytes would've been unstoppable." spoke the French Minister.
"We are proud of Albus Dumbledore for finally ending the reign of the Dark Lord. He would be awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, for his honourable achievement in risking his life in ending the world from the plight of the Dark Lord." British Minister Spencer-Moon addressed in a press conference.
It's also been speculated that Newton Scamander is also being considered for an Order of Merlin, Second Class for his achievements in the war alongside our saviours, Tina Goldstein and Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel.
"Albus had been one of the most brilliant students Hogwarts has seen in the past several centuries. I did not doubt that if someone could stop a man like Grindelwald, it was him. I am no longer fit to serve as the headmaster and I see no better replacement than him. "-Armando Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts.
The people may rest well after the news of the Dark Lord's imprisonment. While some have argued that he should be executed, Dumbledore was strictly against the notion. He said that the sentence of execution was too easy and that the man should be allowed to contemplate his actions in the confines of the Nurmenguard Castle.
This may have sparked a debate, but no one has rejected the advice of the vanquisher of the Dark Lord. This reporter, for once, would rest in peace knowing that the threat over our heads is finally gone and that people like Albus Dumbledore are protecting us.
The man himself, however, was not available for questioning. It's being speculated that he is recovering from his injuries and would be back to full health very soon. The Daily Prophet wishes him a speedy recovery.
For Albus Dumbledore's academic achievements, turn to Page 1
For information on Nicholas Flamel, turn to Page 2
For information on Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein, turn to Page 5
For information on Armaldo Dippet and Minster Spencer-Moon, turn to Page 7
For information on the Nichols and Perenelle Flamel, turn to page 11
For the information and history of the prestigious Order of Merlin, turn to page 14
Albus Dumbledore was crying tears of anguish in his quarters at Hogwarts, unknowing about the joy permeating the entire magical world. He vowed to himself that he'd never let his brother know who was the real killer of Arianna. It was better for his brother to hate Albus rather than himself.
The world overjoyed and toasted to their saviour while the same person had almost lost everything he held dear. His gains would never account for his losses.
War never did.
"Hate only lasts as long as we are alive, Love is eternal". -Ares
I pieced together this one-shot both as a representation of the iconic battle and a way to explain Dumbledore's unique mindset. No matter what you consider him, a manipulative dark wizard or an old man, no one denies his power and knowledge.
It's also written to explain some of Dumbledore's actions that would happen in my fic, Sortes Qui Facit. If you're reading the one-shot as a new reader, do check it out.
It's my first one-shot. And, likely, I won't publish another one for quite some time. Do tell me what you felt about the duel. I have no idea how one-shots are written and so this was my best effort.
Your reviews and love would be appreciated. I'm working on two stories that can be accessed from my profile. Do check it out, I am sure you won't be disappointed.
I have two other fics along with a side project of mine. Sortes Qui Facit is an OC-incarnation story and is my main story. Dulce Periculum is a Hellatrix story of mine which I'm writing. Make sure to give them a try. :)
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Thanking you,
Yours sincerely,
Ares Alexander Peverell.