An-Ill-Fated-Attack (IV) [Chapter 284]

“Grindelwald…” Voldemort muttered as he glared at the man standing in front of him. His gaze shifted toward the Vampire's head in his hand and he snarled in rage. It was the leader of the Vampire group Kraven sent to assist him. With his tattered reputation, now it would be impossible to ask for their alliance without lowering himself.

Voldemort wouldn’t have cared if he was in a stronger position, but right now, he needed as many allies as he could…

“Was he someone important to you?” Gellert asked in a mocking tone when he noticed Voldemort’s gaze. “Then forgive me, I might have unknowingly killed him” Gellert shook his head, trying to look sorry for his actions, but he wasn't going to fool anyone with his lousy acting. It was pretty obvious that he was simply mocking Voldemort.

As expected, Voldemort snarled, but surprisingly, he didn’t attack the man, even though he really wanted to. Now that he was calmer than before, he started to think things through… He knew that he needed to tread carefully here. His men were outnumbered and with Gellert Grindelwald facing him, he wouldn't be able to help his men.

Nagini was dead… That much he was certain about, but he didn’t know where or how she was killed, which meant he couldn’t go after her killer. At least, not yet. Not only that, he also failed to kill any of the notable figures before the arrival of Grindelwald and now that Grindelwald was here, Potter was also probably on his way.

He was angry… He was barely holding himself back from lashing out in anger, but he knew that he needed to be careful here. Extremely careful… He knew that he wouldn’t gain anything by simply drawing out the fight…

“Why are you working for Potter? I expected more from a man of your station” Voldemort asked in a mocking tone as he bared his teeth, however, instead of looking angry, Gellert simply smiled.

“You have met him, you tell me” Gellert asked as he tossed away the Vampire head. Voldemort lost the smile and glared at Gellert. He knew what the man was insinuating and he didn’t like that. “Right now, I am happy with the way my life is going” Gellert added. To be honest, he would have preferred to waste away inside his cell over this, but thanks to the choice he made, once again, his followers were free and back to their prime.

They were basically given a second chance and for that, if Gellert had to work, instead of wasting himself away inside a dark cell, then Gellert was all for it. His men had done so much for him, sacrificed so much for him, he didn’t mind returning their loyalty with his service…

“Is that so?” Voldemort asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes. He wanted to order his Death Eaters to retreat, but he needed a Dark Mark to do that. Voldemort cursed himself for not coming up with a way to contact his minions without a Dark Mark… Maybe, he could come up with something when all of this was finally over.

“Then let me show you why you should have stayed inside that cell of yours!” Voldemort raged and flicked his Wand toward Gellert and at the same time, Gellert jabbed his Wand toward Voldemort. Both of their Spells clashed midair and the buildings around them shook as the clash created a small explosion, creating a small glowing crater on the ground.

“I have heard a lot about you from Albus… Don’t disappoint me” Gellert mocked in a sing-song voice, making Voldemort growl in anger. Voldemort hated Albus with passion, so when Gellert used his name to mock him, Voldemort was reminded of one more of his failures. He wanted to be the one to beat and slay the so-called Great Albus Dumbledore, but Potter came in and stole what was rightfully his.

Gellert twirled around on his heel, easily dodging a Spell he knew nothing about before casting a Spell in retaliation. Voldemort scoffed at the incoming Spell and batted it away with his free hand as he continued to attack the former Dark Lord with insane fervor. Even though he was certain that he could beat the man, he decided not to underestimate him.

“Everyone retreat!!” Amelia screamed as she raised a shield to protect a couple of Aurors from falling rubble. The buildings around them were finally starting to crumble down, unable to withstand the shockwaves from the ensuing fight… Amelia was feeling extremely bitter at the sight of the power Grindelwald and Voldemort were casually throwing around, but she was a realist.

She was aware of the fact that in the eyes of Magic, not everyone was equal…

“Rufus, Robards, we need to evacuate these buildings as quickly as we can and bugger out of here” Amelia said as she waved her hand to point toward the buildings she was talking about. Soon the two of them returned after passing down the orders. “How are Shacklebolt and Moody?” Amelia asked as she continued to back away from the fight along with all of their forces.

“Shacklebolt is already getting treated, but he isn’t out of danger yet. As soon as his condition is stable, he is going to get Portkeyed to St. Mungo’s and Alastor is alright… He has a couple of broken ribs, but that’s not something that has ever stopped him” Rufus explained hurriedly and Amelia nodded her head in understanding. She wouldn’t expect anything less from Alastor.

“Let the monsters duke it out with each other” Amelia said bitterly as she gave Grindelwald and Voldemort another look before leaving. It was a pity that they were not able to check the building on the other side for any stragglers, but with the Death Eaters on the other side, she simply couldn’t ask her Aurors to go and rescue those people.

“Hmm… Looks like the others are gone. Now, we can finally let loose” Gellert commented airily, Voldemort snarled at the man as his Death Eaters were yet to leave and if either of them let loose, then they were going to die. Voldemort realized that he should have ordered them to retreat, but he wasn’t able to complain for long as a massive firestorm engulfed everything around him…