Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

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Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 19/23)

[(Anonymous)]

Credence watched the dark cloud swirling around the building in horror.
“That…” He watched as glass was broken, the giant clock-like structure that was in the middle of the large hall crashing down and smashing as the cloud pressed against it.
“You.. you’re telling me that is my sister?” Credence asked softly, staring at the smoke in terror. It was wreaking destruction. He wanted to argue, to say that Chastity was always tidy and that Modestly wasn’t ever naughty. But his husband knew so much more about magic than he did. If his husband said this thing was one of his darling sisters, he would have to believe him.

The cloud dove down with purpose.
“Shit.” His husband cursed, the word snarling between his teeth. “That’s the cells…”
His husband grabbed Credence, and then they were falling through the air, cushioned at the end of it by some kind of magic. He was beginning to recognise the feel of his husband’s magic, the soft caress of it as it lowered them the last foot or two to the floor. The corridor that they were in now was very different from the one above. It was dark, with thick stone pillars, and reminded Credence of the church the children had sung in at Christmas.

The cell doors were all open, and the black cloud was swirling still. It looked smaller now, and Credence reached for it.
“Hey…” He said softly. “Hey… Modesty? Or… or is it …is this Chastity?” He tried to see his sister in there. The tangle of smoke and fury didn’t look like either of the little girls that he had cared about. But if they were in there, he had to try and get them back. “Do you remember me?”

“Credence?” Mister Graves spoke softly, but Credence payed him no mind. He would apologise later, but right now his focus was on his sibling. He walked further along between the rows of cells.
“It’s alright.” He told the smoke cloud. “It’s safe now. I’m sorry you were abandoned, but I’m here now”

***

Percival watched in horror as Credence approached the obscurus.
“Credence.” He tried to call him back. “She’s dangerous.” He stood transfixed, unable to ignore the way he felt. He didn’t like this. He knew how easily obscuruses could kill. He didn’t want to watch Credence die.

“Credence, come back here.”

Credence paid him no mind, slowly calling his sister closer. The cloud started to solidify, shrinking and reforming.
“Modesty?” Credence asked, and Percival was proud of him, of how he was handling this nightmare. He wished Credence wasn’t risking so much, but he was still proud. “Modesty, it’s okay. I’m here, you’re safe…”

Most of Percival’s aurors wouldn’t be willing to face down an obscurus, and there was Credence, doing it because he needed to speak to his sister. What was remarkable was that it was working. The figure went from being smoke to being the body of a little girl, younger than ten, standing shaking in a bloodied dress.

Percival glanced along at the cells. They were all empty. Grindelwald had escaped. He ran off to find him, knowing he could trust Credence to care for his sister now. They had to try and stop Grindelwald from leaving the building. Percival knew that the man was capable of doing a lot of damage if given the chance, and didn’t want to give him that opportunity.

***

Credence gently held his sister as she came back to a solid form, stroking his fingers through her hair. She looked terrible, but as he crouched to embrace her she threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his side.
“Credence…” She whispered, and he tightened his hold.
“It’s okay.” He promised her. “I’m here now. I’ve got you. You’re safe…”
“These men…” She started, then sobbed. Credence held her close.

A man walked up towards them. He had pale hair and strange eyes. He looked between the two of them and frowned a little.
“How sweet… Credence, it’s good to see you again. I do hope you’ve been keeping dear Percy’s bed warm… and this must be your little sister. The squib girl…” A piece of wood appeared in the man’s hand. A wand. Credence stepped forwards in an attempt to shield his sister.

“You’re both coming with me.” The man informed them. Credence shook his head.
“Now, don’t say that…” The man chuckled. “You married me, remember? You saw the forms, you seemed quite eager at the time. Have you already forgotten? You did promise to obey.”

Credence stepped a little closer, trying to provide a shelter between himself and Modesty.
“No. That’s not right. You aren’t my husband and I’m not going to go with y-“ The rest of his words were cut off by a scream of pain, as the other man sent agony shooting through his body. It was far worse than any beating his mother had ever give him in punishment.

The man arched an eyebrow, but Credence shook his head, staying standing a moment longer until fresh pain sent him crashing to his knees.
“I’m not yours.” Credence murmured, his eyes down but voice determined. “You aren’t getting me and you aren’t getting my sister.”

“I did so hope…” The man began, then sighed a little and shook his head. “Still, it doesn’t matter. Two obscurials will be enough. Once they’re fully broken, no one will stand in my way.” The man’s face twisted into a smile that made Credence’s blood run cold. “I’m going to kill you first. You could have lived, if only you were willing to cooperate. You would have seen your sisters occasionally. Now though, they will suffer alone…” The wand pointed towards him, and Credence closed his eyes, not wanting to see what awaited him.