A/N this has been bugging me for awhile. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Harrison's POV
His right hand pressed desperately into his side trying unsuccessfully to stem the bleeding. Above his head was six Swords of Damocles. Never in history had so many Kings come together in one spot.
Niagara was attacking Weissman with everything he had. Their plan had gone almost perfectly. Considering his Potter luck it was incredible.
Weissman was to take control of the battle. Make Nagare think he was the one to force a Damocles Down. In truth it was Harrison who would make the sacrifice.
At the age of 21 he had lived through two wars. A wizarding and a King war. He had lost more friends and family than he could ever get back. His heart ached at the thought of all whom he had lost.
As he rose to his feet he slowly moved towards the Slate. Nagare and Weissman's auras were clashing against each. Both frantically searching for a weakness that they would not find.
That's why it had to be him. Everyone expected Weissman to make the ultimate sacrifice. After all it was him who brought the Slate to power. He who created the Kings. No one, not even Reisi Munakata, the King Harrison swore himself to knew the truth. If they did they would try to stop him. It was why the true plan was kept between him and Weissman.
Once he dragged himself over to the Slate he focused on his power. His connection to the Slate burned darkly in his mind. It was black just like his aura.
Without warning he cut the connection. Above his head the Black Sword of Damocles light went out and it began to fall. The two other Kings were distracted by their own fight. By the time they noticed it would be too late to stop it.
Harrison sought out his King over their bond. He could feel Reisi's own determination and pain. There was just the slightest hint of confusion.
While no words could be expressed over such a bond feelings could. Harrison expressed his happiness at knowing Reisi. His sadness at how things had ended between them.
A sad smile crossed his face at the confusion from the other end. Just as his sword hit the Slate he sent one last apologetic feeling. Recognition flared through their bond but it was too late.
His Sword touched down directly on the center of the Slate. Magic and King's power exploded sending everyone flying back. His left arm raised to shield his face despite the futility of it. A searing pain went through him and he knew no more.
Gellert's POV
Using lightning curses he subdued the Scammander. The magizoologist was continuously getting in his way. Gellert needed to get to Credence.
The obscurus boy was watching them in fear. That wasn't what Gellert wanted. He didn't want the boy to fear him. Just to come with him.
As he raised his wand to move Scammander a crack of apparition sounded. A body dropped to the ground.
It looked like a young man in his early 20's. He had midnight black hair. The person was wearing a white button down shirt and blue uniform pants.
The person shot up his green eyes wide but glazed. The green was that of the killing curse.
Gellert noticed the growing bloodstain on the man's right side. Someone had done a number on the man.
Gellert raised his wand at the man but didn't get far. Behind him footsteps resounded. He turned to find that Madame Picquery and the aurors. Their wands were pointed at Credence.
Gellert snarled, "Put your wands down. Anyone who harms him will answer to me."
They paid him no heed. Even Scammander tried to stop them. It was no use. They killed the young obscurus.
Whatever daze the young arrival was in was broken. A blue shield jumped up in front of him. A wandless shield? If it was then the man was extremely powerful.
He snarled, "You killed him."
She snarled, "He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj. He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws..."
Gellert snarled back, "A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter! A law that demands we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President, I ask all of you... Who does this law protect? Us? Or them? I refuse to bow down any longer."
A burst of red flames hit Gellert in the chest. It was followed by a creature wrapping around his hands immobilizing him.
Scammander said coldly his green eyes on Gellert, "Revelio."
As Gellert's features changed back into his own he saw the man collapsed. A pool of blood already beginning to form under him. Either that man was an elemental. Or he was something previously unseen. Either way Gellert would look into him.
Gellert said scornfully, "Do you think you can hold me?"
Picquery replied coldly, "We'll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald," her eyes then turned to the unconscious man, "Get him to the infirmary."