Tom appeared with Hadrian unconscious in his arms in the emergency room of St. Mungo's. The charms surrounding the place alerted them to incoming patients, so it was to no surprise that within seconds he had a Healer and Medi-Witch firing off questions as they did a basic diagnosis on Hadrian. Tom was just glad to have Hadrian here and able to converse with them in a language he understood, even using a spell didn't accurately translate sometimes.
"What happened?"
"How was he injured?"
"Spells?"
Even as they asked they were conjuring up a stretcher and taking Hadrian away to heal him. Calls for blood replenishing potions being demanded for post haste when they noticed the abundance of blood upon their patient and the wizard who had carried in their patient.
"An explosion, a big piece of wood was imbedded in his back," Tom said, covered in blood but staunchly remaining calm, but his face was pinched. "He removed it over an hour ago, and was in a duel, he's been hit with the Cruciatus Curse." Now his anger showed, and it was genuine, he revelled in the fact he had killed Grindelwald, and pleased he had died out in pain, he only wished he'd been able to prolong it, to the point that he had died in excruciating agony. Instead he'd used a light spell, just to pander to the masses. It disgusted him even though he understood the need for it. Their goals called for complete public adoration.
"Inform Healer Jackson," the Medi-witch called to the Healer who was already half way out with Harry. "Incoming patient suffering from the Cruciatus curse and blood loss."
"Yaxley?" Tom queried, wondering if it was the Jackson he was thinking off.
"Yes, he's on duty today, why don't you take a seat? I'll be out to let you know what's happen as soon as I can," the Medi-witch said soothingly, trying to keep 'Tom' calm in a terrible situation. He looked more angry at the moment, presumably thinking on who had attacked his friend? "I have to go help them, will you be alright?" not wishing to leave him unless he was fine.
"I'll be fine, just let me know what's happening to my husband as quickly as possible," Tom said possessively, unable to help but proclaim who Hadrian was to him. he didn't want to have to explain everything later, when they refused to give him details while under the impression they were just 'friends' or some such nonsense.
The Medi-witch startled at that pronouncement, genuinely taken aback, they were so young, they looked to still be in school together.
"Here, fill in all the details you can, we need to know everything," another Medi-witch emerged, her name tag proclaimed her to be Medi-Witch Hannah, "Has Hadrian taken anything in the last twenty-four hours?"
"A blood replenisher, he was injured earlier today, nothing big just a little accident we had while practicing our spell work," Tom explained, realizing he would have to tell them. "Nothing else,"
"That's good, now we already have Hadrian's file, so don't rush," Hannah said, "He's responding well thus far, we're removing the debris around the wound, now if you'll excuse us, we need to help," they also knew that Tom was Hadrian's husband, they didn't need to be told. Hadrian had worked in St. Mungo's and many of them had gotten to know him during his short time with them. Although Serena wouldn't know, she'd joined after Hadrian's time with them.
"Of course, please, just help him," Tom said demurely, forcing a worried and anxious look upon his features. Although, some of those feelings were not feigned. The bond with Hadrian was empty, cold, void, and he loathed that feeling more than anything else in this world. It was happening all too often – each time he was attacked actually – and it made him more than anxious. He was so used to feeling Hadrian, even in a more underlying sense that nothing felt foreign to him. He'd rather just experience all the pain and suffering Hadrian was instead. Unfortunately, the bond just didn't work like that.
He felt as though he was missing a vital limb.
Within moments, Tom was left alone in the waiting area of the Emergency room. He wasn't afraid Harry would be taken away from him for whatever reason. He would follow wherever he went, but it didn't mean he wanted to have to start again. The trust they had or would have from the magical population wouldn't come around again. Not like this, they'd just ended the darkest wizard the magical world had ever seen. Everyone would soon know that.
He half expected the Aurors to come through either the doors or by Apparating. Yet nothing, it was eerily silent, he wondered how the others were fairing. Things had gone wrong for a moment there, he'd been so confused and disorientated when that explosion went off. Hadrian was assuming it was the shop keeper or his publicist, and wondered icily if he was correct on that front. If he was, Tom would find out and the culprits would go mysteriously 'missing' and they'd suffer for their treachery. He didn't care that it would shine suspiciously, he could do it so nobody was suspicious of him. He'd been doing it long enough after all. Less so since Hadrian came into his life, and able to calm his ire and blood thirst – ironically since he was sometimes more bloodthirsty than him – except when it came to the Riddles.
Closing his eyes, looking as though he was meditating, Tom tried for what felt like hours to get through to the others. The runes that should have allowed him to talk directly to them just wasn't there. He could feel where Hadrian was meant to be, but that was the extent of the networks in his mind at the moment. So much for that idea, now they couldn't keep in touch with each other, which meant he had no idea what was going on.
Where were they? Still in France? Did their parents know? Were they in the British Ministry of magic? Why had the Scamander brothers been in that particular part of Paris? Was Newton still trying to help Dumbledore? Guiding him from within Azkaban? He'd need to find out if he was going to Azkaban to see him, especially if he had more than just Newton Scamander visiting him. Very concerning, but not his primary worry right now. He hated not knowing everything, he wasn't used to things not going according to plan. Except Hadrian, Hadrian might not have been part of any plan but he had definitely been the most welcoming distraction.
"Tom, have you had anything to eat or drink?" Hannah was back, as she approached him, food and drink ensconced in her arms.
"How is he?" he asked instead of answering her question.
"The Healer has cleaned and closed the wound on his back, we are unsure whether it will scar or not. He's had all the potions we can give him for now. He will need to stay in at least overnight while he gets the blood replenishers, the shaking has lessened, some rest will help with that." Hannah informed him in a soft soothing voice, pressing the food into his hands with a staunch glare. She wasn't going to let him go hungry, especially since she knew he wouldn't be going home any time soon. The last time he'd remained until Hadrian was discharged regardless of what anyone said to him.
"Just lessened?" Tom frowned, it hadn't been on that long. Hadrian knew a potion that would combat the effects of the Cruciatus Curse exposure. From what he remembered when Hadrian spoke of it, it took days to brew so him trying to brew it would be redundant since the effects would be long gone by then. He had absolutely no idea if Hadrian even had any other additional vials lying around. If this continued he'd been to carry around an emergency potions supply with him at all times. It wasn't actually a bad idea all things considered.
"He should be fine tomorrow, he's not showing permanent damage," Hannah informed him, "Eat up, Serena will show you to Hadrian's room when he's put in one."
"I'd prefer if Hadrian got his own private room," Tom explained immediately, ignoring the look on Hannah's face that suggested she was about to shoot down that idea.
"I'm afraid…"
"Whatever donation the hospital needs I'll double it if there is another bed put in beside it so I can rest as well," Tom stated, not caring about monetary means of persuasion with them having so much. He'd spend every penny if it meant Hadrian was comfortable. He doubted that he'd be resting, he knew the Aurors would come at any given time.
"I'll see what I can do," Hannah answered, already knowing within ten minutes Hadrian Peverell-Slytherin would be in his own room tonight. They needed every donation they could get, and if a private room was the cost…then it's one the hospital would gladly accept.
"Thank you," Tom said, relief evident.
"Eat," Hannah urged, before she exited the room again, the wards would prevent anyone from following her unless they had permission. It stopped anyone from getting into the hospital that shouldn't be there and stopped anyone from getting out too. Such as the patients from the Janus Thickey Ward or ward 49 as it was sometimes referred to – mostly by the healers – it remained locked down to prevent any of the patients escaping but better safe than sorry.
Tom barely blinked at the sight of a wizard Apparating into the room with three feet protruding out of his chest. Or the witch and wizard who appeared ten minutes later, one of which who was supporting the muzzle of what could only be a lion, the tail confirmed Tom's thoughts when she turned around. That was some messed up transfiguration at play there. They all took seats, the witch picked up an outdated copy of Witch weekly and settled in for a long wait despite her tail, but before long a Medi-witch joined them in her lime green robes, her clipboard in hand, and begun to make queries and jolt information down. Tom didn't pay one iota of attention to any of it.
He didn't care about that.
Not even the wizard who came in with eight arms protruding from him like Ganesh the elephant-headed Remover of Obstacles from Indian mythology.
"Mr. Peverell-Slytherin?" came the call, pulling Tom out of his thoughts.
"Yes," Tom replied immediately standing, it was a different Medi-witch, older, her name tag read 'Margaret' he noticed idly.
"Your husband has been settled comfortably into his room, would you like to see him?" she asked, keeping the door open gaze expectantly on Tom.
"I would," Tom answered, making his way over to her side, she kept the door open for him gesturing for him to go in ahead of her. It seemed like he was getting the VIP treatment, just because he suggested donations. People were so easily bought that it should disgust him. It would have if it didn't help get him whatever he wanted in life.
"He will probably sleep until tomorrow, his body has been through a lot and will need time to recover." The Medi-witch explained as she walked through the corridor at a brisk pace. He had lost a lot of blood, almost too much, enough that they wanted to give him more blood replenisher potions but couldn't without overdosing him. The only thing that had saved his life, was the fact that he'd had an accident earlier and taken one of the draughts. "His saving grace was the fact he consumed a blood replenisher earlier, it was pure luck, he'll have to be more careful. We don't want to have to reserve a bed for him." she teased. Entering the loft, and up they went.
If Tom had been anyone else, literally anyone else they would have at least given a weak chuckle. Tom didn't, there was nothing he feared more than losing Hadrian. His boggart certainly attested to that, it would probably still be the same regardless of their situation as immortals coming into play. "He has been in a few times," was all he said diplomatically. Stepping out with a inaudible sigh of relief, he didn't like the fact she was playing nice in order to get money from him.
"And here we are, just two doors down," the Medi-witch exclaimed brightly, too brightly if you asked Tom. "If you need anything the staff will be most happy to help." She added a little quieter as she opened the door, allowing Tom into the room.
"Thank you," Tom told her, barely refraining from using a dismissive voice, he didn't want to piss them off and be told to leave. He knew they could actually force him if they put their minds to it, although donations…so perhaps not.
"You're more than welcome," she replied, closing the door behind her, allowing Tom to relax and sit himself down next to his pale and unconscious husband.
The duel had barely lasted an hour, the entire time had gone by so quickly that he was still reeling over that fact. A whole hour, it felt like ten minutes or so in its entirety. The explosion had killed more people than the battle had, with Hadrian's quick thinking, the group had survived. Without that shield charm…he dreaded to think of the outcome, not that Hadrian had gotten out of it unscathed.
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Albus Dumbledore reeling in shock, didn't react at all while he was dragged up from the seat and returned to his cell. This had to be an elaborate hoax surely? Gellert couldn't be dead, he was too careful, too powerful to be taken out by the ilk that walked around in France. No, the Minister was just trying to wind him up, he would return, he just had to, with new stipulations, either that or Gellert had merely faked his own death as part of his own plans and would reveal himself once they were done.
No, they were just trying to scare him, just because he asked for so much. Like his freedom was something to be trifled with. He was tempted to deny all new negotiations for this stunt, he wanted to believe this he truly did. Yet the image of Spencer-Moon's actions and reactions didn't strike him as someone playing around. He wasn't that good an actor, this…this was real, it was serious.
Gellert was dead.
Dumbledore blindly slumped on the ratty thing they had the sheer nerve to call a bed and think it adequate for any living breathing being. Where was Newton? Had he made it to France? Was he the culprit? No, Newton didn't have a violent bone in his body, he wouldn't fight. It just wasn't who he was.
How many days has it been since he came? How long did he have before he returned? He wanted answers immediately, and he wasn't going to get them stuck in here. No letters, no newspapers, no radio, Merlin help him he was completely cut off from civilisation, he hated it.
Swallowing thickly, as the cold begun to seep in as the Dementors roamed closer, egged on no doubt, by his heartbreak and anguish that no amount of occlumency walls – not that he had anymore – could contain.
And Dumbledore could think no more as memories swamped him, drowning him in further misery.
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"I don't care for protocol I want my son seen by a healer immediately!" Lord Avery argued, never once raising his voice but it was no less demanding. "He has just been attacked! He and his friends all have! I won't stand for you treating them like suspects! My lawyer is on his way and if he knows what's good for him he'll be here yesterday!" very impatient for his lawyer to make an appearance.
"Please understand we just need to find out what happened," Minister Renard, "They are the only witnesses to the incident that's conscious. Dozens of people are dead, shops destroyed, we've had to wipe the memories of at least thirty Muggles! Two of the witnesses have disappeared."
"You mean Tom and Hadrian Peverell-Slytherin?" Lord Avery said calmly, ignoring his sons' protest. "Where have they gone, Aiden? The quicker they know the better it will be for everyone." He knew the pair, their reputation, there was no way they'd fled the scene of a fight without good reason.
"Father…" Aiden whispered, deeply conflicted, he was oath bound to protect Hadrian at all costs.
"They've done nothing wrong, they are witnesses to a crime, that is all, if anything more is implied I will have at least twelve of the sacred twenty-seven protesting most enthusiastically." Lord Avery explained, standing proud and tall, refusing to bow to the French Ministers demands.
Minister Renard cringed at the mere thought, twelve extremely well off pureblood families…nobody wanted that least of all him.
"Hadrian was…badly injured, during the blast, then he spent the next hour duelling Grindelwald to protect us," Aiden whispered quietly, lying through his teeth of course, but he couldn't tell his father that. No, his father would never know about the fact they'd came here with the intention of actually fighting Grindelwald. "They went to St. Mungo's for help,"
Lord Avery paled a little at that announcement, Renard more so. "How badly?"
"We don't know," Aiden shook his head, almost helplessly, and there was nothing faked about that. "We don't know anything stuck here," he said with vehemence and disgust. "I want to go home," he wanted to go to St. Mungo's and make sure Hadrian was still bloody alive. He'd left too pale for words, and he'd already lost blood earlier.
"You heard my boy, he and his friends will be returning to Britain, their interviews can be held at the British Ministry of magic." Lord Avery commanded, refusing to take no for an answer. "I assume you've already spoken to Minister Spencer-Moon?" giving him a look that spoke volumes, "What did he say?"
"He felt it was more prudent to inform the parents of the…children involved, which I understand entirely, we did not get to discuss much more than that," Minister Renard explained, seeing the look of worry on Mr. Avery's face, he caved, all he could see was his own sons face staring back tearfully. Not that Mr. Avery was tearful, but he was clearly worried for his friends. "Very well, we will move this…conference to the BMOM, they will be escorted by at least one of my Aurors and their parents through the Floo." He wasn't about to be shut out of this, not when it had been his country involved.
"Understood." Lord Avery nodded grimly, "Lawyers as well, you'll have a large gathering of people waiting for you." He didn't feel bad for his words, irritated at having to argue about something that should have been done immediately. He knew why the Minister was so insistent on doing it here, he too would have pushed for it as well, admittedly unfortunately…well, the people involved were just infinitely much more powerful than the Renard family and those he surrounds himself with.
There was no way the Black's, Malfoy's, Dolohov or even the Nott's – not to mention the other parents – just came unprepared when they heard what happened, he was just the lucky one who had appeared first. He hadn't bothered waiting for his lawyer, instead he just spoke to him curtly and briefly through the Floo before coming here. He'd been shocked to the core, terror striking him when he heard. He hadn't known whether his son was injured or not, which was why he was insisting on him seeing a healer. Not all spells reacted immediately, and his son might not even realize he was hit with anything! It had been a battle for Merlin's sake he couldn't believe his son had been fighting Grindelwald's fanatics.
Swallowing thickly, Renard conceded the point, stiffening his spine, thankfully they were all in the same confidence room. Which meant he wouldn't need to repeat himself over and over again. Plus, he would need to inform his Aurors about the whereabouts of the two missing victims/witnesses. He would need to send two that wouldn't be star struck, since Hadrian Peverell-Slytherin was quite well known. It wouldn't be easy, perhaps a few seasoned Aurors but he didn't want to scare them, especially given what he suspected their new status would be once the news broke properly.
The wizarding wireless was already going haywire informing everyone around the world that Gellert Grindelwald was dead and had been killed in France. That the magical war he'd been wreaking was over, and his followers were going underground to prevent persecution.
Celebrations were already underway, making the Ministry busier than ever, as they tried to reign everyone in before magic was exposed.
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Tom heard a knock at the door, and it opening without him prompting whoever it was on the other side to enter, quite rude. He didn't bother turning around already knowing it was the Aurors, he'd been expecting them for a while now. Pressing his eyes quite harshly, giving the appearance of redness as though he'd been crying. Only then did he turn around and look at them, keeping his hand in Harry's. He was slightly surprised by the appearance of a familiar Auror along with three others he didn't know. Four Aurors? His heart sank, why the hell would they send so many? Were he and Hadrian to be arrested for what they did? No, it couldn't be, they'd covered their tracks fully.
He'd even refrained from using dark magic – visibly anyway the Imperius curse they'd all cast had been wandless and thus untraceable – and his last spell that killed the wizard had been entirely 'accidental' after all, he'd been defending both himself and Hadrian after all. It was just an accident that the spell had hit the femora artery.
"Are you here to arrest us?" Tom asked, a vulnerable note in his voice, as loath as he was to use it, he had to play this right. Manipulation was his main playing field so it was very easy to do, although he preferred using charm than appearing weak.
"No, Lord Peverell-Slytherin, we aren't," Auror Aaron Moody reassured the visibly distressed young man. "We are here to collect your statements, this is Auror Bernard, Auror Antaya and Auror Chausse they are French Aurors, I'm here to help with the case. They speak fluent English, and we will only take a few moments of your time." It appeared they'd only be getting Tom's statement at the moment.
"I see," Tom replied, still not standing up, it might have been considered rude, but he wasn't meant to be thinking straight or wishing to be 'polite' these were adults and not easily fooled as the others in Hogwarts. He would need to watch his step, every action and reaction would be closely monitored.
"How is Hadrian?" Moody asked, a genuine concerned look on his face, the kid didn't seem to have much in the way of luck. How many times had he landed in St. Mungo's now? Four? Five? And they were serious attacks that left him unconscious for at least a day or two. Which with witches and wizards was unusual. He knew the boy by his first name, that was how often they interacted for Merlin's sake. He had his permission of course, otherwise he would have continued to use his proper name like he was doing with Tom.
"They say he won't wake up until tomorrow, he lost too much blood and he's suffering from the Cruciatus Curse," Tom replied, tone entirely subdued, staring at Hadrian instead of the Aurors. Looking every bit a terrified and worried husband of someone he loved very dearly.
Moody closed his eyes momentarily, "No permanent damage?" he would have crossed his fingers if he was a praying kind of wizard. To lose such a powerful, smart annalistic wizard would be a damn shame. Society would suffer from it, that was for sure, he was a good person, just had a whole slew of bad luck. He moved further into the room, and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed.
"No," Tom shook his head, "The others…I didn't get a chance…how…are they okay?" rubbing at his head, attempting to look exhausted.
"They are all here actually, they're being seen by healers, their parents have demanded it." Moody explained, "But after they're going right to the Ministry of magic to give their own statements." They should be doing the same with Tom, but he couldn't bring himself to try and force the young wizard to leave his comatose husband for a moment. Plus, they could get their answers here just as well as they could in the Ministry. In fact, it was his opinion that they were more relaxed and liable to say more when they weren't in an official setting. "It looks as if they are all perfectly fine, they walked under their own power…"
"Oh," Tom murmured, slouching in relief, "That's a relief,"
"I'm sure it is," Moody replied, he was used to giving empty platitudes – at least the would see it that way – he was an Auror he unfortunately dealt with a lot of unpleasantness. Nothing was worse than telling people that their loved ones would never come home. Mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers, lovers, never got easier and the day it did was the day he knew he'd been on the job too long.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Auror Bernard asked, his accent very noticeable next to Auror Moody's who was as Scottish as they come. He too moved to the other side so he could see Lord Peverell-Slytherin properly, and speak to him face to face without forcing him to face away from his husband. A very famous husband at that, he had read all his books, he had just a fascinating way with words and his research was impressive. While he was a fan, he wasn't going to gape or stutter around the wizard, or worse ask for his autograph – even if it would be worth a fortune one day – after all the pair had just done the impossible…defeated Gellert Grindelwald.
Tom sighed, "Well, Hadrian's publicist kept urging him to do book signings, to interact with his fans more, not that Hadrian wanted to. It wasn't because he didn't care, he just…isn't one for dealing with strangers or being able to deal with the fans who don't understand the concept of a personal life or personal space." Shrugging his shoulders, he'd like to say he didn't understand himself why Hadrian didn't embrace the public eye, but he knew why. He'd grown up with his life in the public light them thinking they had the goddamned right to his life. "He gave in to their demands, and accepted their stipulations. When we heard…we decided to make a holiday of it, and before we knew it our friends wanted to come as well. With the war…they'd not been on holiday for a while. Since most originated from France there is a nostalgic feeling associated with the country."
Auror Antaya and Auror Chausse nodded their understanding, it was true enough. They still had crypts belonging to their forefathers there, catacombs that still had space but most prefer to be buried in the land they spent their lives. The Lestrange land was definitely by far the biggest but only marginally beating out the Malfoy land.
"And then?" Auror Bernard prompted after a few moments of silence.
"Hadrian decided since we were all going to purchase a property in France," Tom explained, knowing they would want to know which 'hotel' they were staying at eventually. "We settled in, had some fun, Hadrian and I had a mock duel, we're both the best in school, so we like to compete sometimes. He got hit by accident, and he had to take a blood replenisher, and I'm so grateful for the slip up, they say it saved his life. Anyway after that we had maybe an hour or so before Hadrian had to go to his book signing. We decided to go with him, at least to the store, we planned on browsing it and then going to visit other shops while he worked intending on meeting up with him afterwards."
"Then what happened?" Moody asked, Auror Antaya was writing everything down, concentrating on that since he hadn't asked any questions yet.
"We were…unprepared," Tom spat out, truly seething over that if he was honest. He didn't like when things didn't go according to his plans. "We apparated in front of the shop, Hadrian must have noticed something we didn't…he was in the process of shouting out to us to raise a shield, when the blast knocked us off our feet, and a few of us unconscious. We would have died if Hadrian hadn't raised that shield…he saved all our lives. He will blame himself for what happened to the others." and that was the damn truth, he'd feel bad, guilty even. Honestly, sometimes he wondered how Hadrian survived in Slytherin with his heart so full of goodness. It was equally filled with darkness though, only through trial and tribulations. He had a balance of ying and yang that stopped him going fully dark, as dark as Grindelwald actually. Without care and conscience while one might apply to him – except when it came to Hadrian – he never wanted to be caught and had no desire to rule over the pathetic Muggles and he'd never have as many followers, much too big a chance of spies and usurping. He'd rather have a group of trusted wizards at his back.
Auror Antaya inhaled sharply, "Yes, it is a tragedy that their lives will be overshadowed by the celebrations right now going on throughout the entire world." Everywhere had been affected by Grindelwald's reign, each country had felt his affects.
"Yes, that's partially what will cause his guilt," Tom replied, it was just like what happened to the deaths of James and Lily Potter when 'Voldemort' – who he most definitely didn't consider himself to be – was defeated the first time around. They'd celebrated then too, uncaring about the orphaned child, who they put with Muggles of all things. A blatantly powerful boy being abandoned at Muggles it was a disgrace. No such thing would happen when he controlled the wizarding world. He'd be a hell of a lot more subtle than Grindelwald he decided.
"Not to be discourteous to those who passed, can you tell me what happened next?" Auror Antaya said, her tone respectful and quiet aware that this part was going to be difficult for him. Not only that, his thoughts would be jumbled and he might not remember it the way it actually happened.
Tom pursed his lips, "I'm not sure how much time passed, we shakily got ourselves together, checking on each other, Hadrian and Lucretia were unconscious. Lucretia woke up quite quickly but Hadrian got the majority of the blast and was hurt but we didn't notice it. We didn't have the time to investigate anything, they begun attacking us from all angles. Me and the others were just shielding ourselves from them. We eventually managed to rouse Hadrian when he stood… he pulled a large portion of wood from his back. I didn't even get the chance to suggest Apparating or doing it myself when more people showed up…one of them was Grindelwald."
"He perpetrated the attack to get to Hadrian…?" Moody asked, a frown twisting his handsome face.
"We guessed as much, Hadrian thought so, he called Grindelwald out…hoping that he and his men would focus on him giving us all an out. He was willing to sacrifice everything, even his life, if it came to protecting people." Tom said, brushing his hand against Hadrian's eyes brimming with tears, which wasn't easily faked, let me tell you. He would have preferred an onion to do the trick.
"He what?" Auror Bernard choked out, wondering if he was misunderstanding but he knew he wasn't.
"He got them to focus on him, which lead to their duel, the rest of us were forced to focus on the others who were with him. Thankfully with the Scamander brothers appearing when they did…we were able to beat them back. Just barely, but we did it, I got angry when Grindelwald cast the Cruciatus curse on Hadrian. I dealt with the wizard I was fighting and cast a severing charm at him. My aim wasn't good…I was just so angry…" Tom confessed before blurting out as if he was a scared young boy terrified of the consequences of his actions, "And I didn't mean to kill him."
"You defeated Gellert Grindelwald using a severing charm?" one of the Aurors choked out, shocked to the core.
The Aurors all gazed at each other in complete and total shock.
The newspapers were going to have a field day when they found out.