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FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 25b/25 - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-24 04:41 am (UTC)(link)And then one day, at the start of the third week in a row Grindelwald hadn’t barged into their basement prison, their dinner failed to appear.
“Bastard,” Graves said, pressing the leftovers from lunch on Credence. “He’s probably sulking. He used to forget to feed me a lot, before he decided to take you prisoner too.”
“Sulking,” Credence repeated, looking doubtful. He ate reluctantly, looking like he wanted nothing more than to force the food down Graves’ throat.
“He’s appallingly petty, for a would-be tyrant,” Graves said.
“Yes,” Credence said, nibbling on the sandwich. “I’m beginning to see that.”
There was no breakfast the next morning, even after Credence’s morning sickness had passed. There was no lunch, either.
There would be no dinner, Graves knew. Their meals weren’t on any sort of automatic timer. They ate based on what and when Grindelwald felt like feeding them, because Grindelwald was petty like that.
Grindelwald had either decided that they – and their son, Grindelwald’s prophesied general – were expendable, or something else had happened.
Something like Grindelwald getting caught.
They’d starve to death before anyone found out where their prison was. Grindelwald had put the entire basement under a Fidelius charm.
“I’m going to try something foolish,” Graves warned Credence, after twenty-four hours with no food.
“Don’t,” Credence begged. “Not on my account, or his. We’ll be fine, Percival.”
“Not for much longer, you won’t,” Graves said grimly. “Besides, if I’m right, this will mean rescue for both of us.”
“And if you’re wrong?” Credence demanded.
Graves shrugged, loose and easy. Enough time had passed that he could pretend that his ribs didn’t hurt like all the fires whenever he moved. “Then I’m wrong. It won’t be anything I haven’t faced before.”
“You shouldn’t have to, though,” Credence pointed out.
“You’re worth it,” Graves said, kissing Credence before he lost his nerve. “You both are.” He gathered his magic to him, letting it build. He hadn’t used any of his magic at full strength in months now – not even during his ill-conceived attack on Grindelwald.
Graves might not have been at full-strength physically, but magically? He’d been pretending to be less of a wizard than he was so that Grindelwald would underestimate him for months now. His magic curled around him like a living thing, waiting to be used.
“Percival,” Credence begged. “Please don’t make me watch him hurt you.”
“I won’t,” Graves promised. “Not while there’s breath in my body to stop him, I swear it.” He felt his magic crest and slammed it in the familiar weak point in Grindelwald’s wards.
If Grindelwald was still alive and free, like Graves was afraid he was, that little display of power would send him running.
Graves wasn’t going to stand around and wait for that to happen. He let his magic build again until it finally burst free, tearing into the wards and the invisible barrier to their cell like they were made of wet paper.
There was a reason wizards used wands to channel their magic. Wands gave their magic direction, made it easier to control. Letting that much pure magic loose with barely any control was more exhausting than the non-stop magical firefights during the war, to say nothing of infinitely more destructive.
Graves yanked it back, trying to contain it. He didn’t want to bring the basement down on top of them. He had no interest in a Pyrrhic victory; he had to get Credence somewhere safe.
Credence fisted one hand in the back of Graves’ shirt, reminding Graves what he was fighting for.
You’re mine, he thought, baring his teeth as he pulled the magic back under his skin where it belonged. You’re mine and you will do as I say. It was like trying to wrestle with a wampus cat; unleashed, his magic had a mind of its own. Graves had been setting his will against his magic since he was a child, though, and he had no intention of letting it best him today. He yanked it back under his control and immediately used it to put a shield around both of them.
“Stay behind me,” he rasped. “We’re not safe yet.”
“We’re free,” Credence said, sounding stunned. Credence didn’t like to push the boundaries of their cell as much as Graves did, but he still knew where they were and when they passed them.
Graves wished like hell he’d mastered wandless Apparition. He put that on the list of skills to work on in the event of another genocidal maniac and grabbed Credence’s hand, staggering towards the stairs. There was a portkey in the kitchen that would take them both straight to Graves’ office at MACUSA.
“Are you alright?” Credence asked. “You don’t look well.”
“Just tired,” Graves lied. He felt like he’d gone three rounds with Grindelwald and lost every one. Letting go of his magic the way he had had a price. Black spots danced in his vision, threatening to drag him down into the dark again.
No wonder Obscurials died so young. Manifesting your magic as a destructive force took its toll on the body. There was no way a child could continue to do so and live; their little bodies couldn’t take the strain.
He tensed as they reached the top of the basement stairs, because there were voices coming from the kitchen – familiar voices.
“Madam President, be reasonable,” Summersea said, his familiar tenor going a bit strained around the edges. He clearly didn’t think Seraphina was going to be reasonable at all, and was maybe half a minute away from hitting her with a petrificus totalus for her own good.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Hughes snarled. Possibly also at Seraphina. “I’m the best duellist MACUSA’s got and I’m more expendable than you, so get the fuck out of my way and let me do my fucking job.”
Seraphina hissed, low and angry.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Graves said, exasperated. He hexed the basement door off its hinges and watched what seemed like half of MACUSA flinch back and aim their wands in his direction.
Summersea had managed to shove Seraphina behind him, but she took advantage of his distraction to push forward again. There was no one standing between her and Graves. If Graves had actually been a threat, she’d have been an easy target.
“Damn it, Seraphina,” Graves snapped. “How many times have I told you – you can’t lead from the front. What happens to MACUSA if you get yourself killed? You’re the president! You shouldn’t be a first responder to any crisis.”
Hexing the door off its hinges took more out of him than it should have. He was going to pass out very shortly. Possibly as soon as he was done yelling at Seraphina for being a reckless fucking idiot.
“Percival?” Seraphina asked. There was a very faint hint of a tremor in her voice; he was probably the only one who knew her well enough to hear it. Seraphina was terrified.
“If my team tells you to get out of their way, then you get out of their way. Hughes is right. She’s a better duelist and more expendable. You should’ve flung her down the stairs like cannon fodder, not argued with her about it.”
“Aw, thanks, boss,” Hughes muttered, red oak wand still trained on Graves.
“Marie Leveau,” Seraphina said. “It really is you.”
“Percival Graves, at your service,” Graves said, exactly the way he had the day they’d met. He didn’t dare attempt the bow he’d used. He was fairly certain he’d fall over if he did.
“And who is this?” Seraphina asked, gesturing behind him to Credence.
“Credence Graves,” Graves informed her, ignoring the startled gasps. “He needs food. And an appointment with the Bluebird. Immediately.”
“You need it more,” Credence muttered. “You’re the one Mr. Grindelwald likes to hurt.”
“True,” Graves said, giddy at the prospect of safety. “But I’m not the one who’s pregnant.” He turned back to Credence; the black spots had all but taken over his vision. “I overdid it, getting us out,” he said apologetically. “I’m going to rest for a bit, alright? Trust Seraphina and my team. They’ll take care of you.”
“Percival,” Credence cried.
“Everything is going to be alright,” Graves promised him, and passed out.
Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 25b/25 - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-24 09:01 am (UTC)(link)I am so glad you're planning a continuation, I can't even express it. I went and subscribed immediately on AO3.
Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 25b/25 - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-24 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)