~// thirty minutes after he left at Mark's junk shop //~
"Whoever it was already left, but I swear if I catch whoever idiot was flaunting his wand around in front of No-Maj's, I'll have him sent to jail in the blink of an eye." He fumed. He was a man in his later twenties with curly dark brown hair and his partner, an older man in his mid-thirties with long black hair was also annoyed as well.
"I've already obliviated the owner. There are no traces of magic other than on the metal bird. But whoever it is had motives. I could not find any trace of the wand used, I've checked with the MACUSA, they haven't received any information on wand use in the area." His older partner replied.
"It must be a Native Wizard then, if the person didn't use a wand." Remarked the younger.
"That was my first guess as well, but the letter from the head office also mentioned that other people have already been sent to check with them. Everyone has been accounted for, the person who did this has no documents, no personal info. It's as if he or she hasn't integrated with the wizarding society yet or at all. Probably a foreigner from a small country with no wizarding government"
"Well whoever it is better watch out if he thinks that he can get away with leaving magical marks all over the place! Because he is damn wrong."
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My feet hurt and I'm sweating like Niagara falls, but I've managed to reach the house. I sat down on a large piece of debris to get enough rest before I start looking for him.
The breeze carries a faint smell of ashes, reminding me once more of the unfathomable destruction that had happened not even 24 hours before. I try to recall the exact events that happened yesterday to get a rough idea on where he could be, but I can't. It's all unclear, everything happened so fast. I could only recall the blaring explosions that reverberated through my ears with every trembling step I took on the violently shaking floor
That's enough. I can't just sit here.
I stood up and entered the building through a hole that might have once been a solid wall. Glass and rubble crunching below my feet as I take every step with caution not to land on any unstable looking cement. There was not a single inch left undamaged, soot and rubble covering everything in layers. Almost like the remains of a warzone. I chuckled darkly. It probably was one...
I stopped at a place that looked stable and closed my eyes, searching for my magic. When I felt it, warmer and larger than it was yesterday, I tugged at it. Bringing a large amount to my fingertips.
"Homenum Revelio!"
I could feel my magic spread out and touch every item in a 3 foot radius, searching for human life. A warm stinging pain, like electricity, zapped through my arm. Magic backlash again? But it didn't matter, all that matters is finding my father.
I walked towards a place further-in, and did the same. I raised my hand and sent out more magic.
"Homenum Revelio!"
My magic spread out in a 4 foot radius as the pain in my arm increases. It's not enough, I need to send out more. I walked in, deeper into the ruins of my home. My feet nearly an inch away from a familiar riff on the ground. The edges of my lips lowering in disdain at what could have been if only this hole did not exist. We would have made it across, and my dad-. . .
We would be getting ready for Yuletide, I haven't even opened my presents yet and it's all. . . gone.
I closed my eyes, willing to forget all the pain; just like before, just forget the pain. Nothing should hurt me, feeling pain is weakness. Weakness that I can't afford.
"Homenum Revelio!"
My magic spreads out further, now about 2 meters in radius. I had to close my eyes and bite down hard with my jaws, seething at the pain in my arm that could be on level with a cruciatus.
Nothing here.
I looked around for any passageway I could go through. After the hole was a cement wall with dangling lightbulbs. The ceiling probably collapsed after I got out. I was about to turn around to find a different opening when I noticed a faint light coming from the left. Leaning forward, I could see a space probably big enough for me to fit through between the cement wall and a wooden beam that fell at an angle. Just where the hole ended by the wall, a couple of iron bars were jutting out.
I hastily make my way there while putting on the rubber gloves and place my left foot on the first bar, testing out if it could carry my weight. It seemed to be strong enough so I grab onto the iron bars that were bent in irregular angles above me.
My right foot next, then my left. I focused all my strength and concentration to my grip on the iron bars, and could feel the ridges dig into the gloves. Thankfully I had them, otherwise this could have been quite painful.
Slowly, I make my way to the other side. Now that I am this close, I know I won't make it though with all those nails sticking out of this wooden beam . If I didn't have my gloves and hammer, who knows how many cuts I would have by now.
With one hand securely on an iron bar, I took hold of the hammer I had fastened by my waist and started hitting the nails, dislodging them from the wood. When I believed that I had removed all of the nails that could graze me, I slid my feet passed the wall onto solid ground and squeezed myself through the narrow space. I let go of a sigh of relief when both my feet were securely on the ground.
Turning around I was immediately brought to a stop. Just a couple of feet in front of me, the floor had ended. There was nothing left. A salty breeze tingled my nose, as I couldn't believe what was in front of me. There was nothing left! Why was there nothing left?!
Only a single wall remained. The support beams, foundation, and cement, everything had long since collapsed into the water below. But this can't be it- There has to be more!
I tugged at more magic than before and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Homenum Revelio!"
I collapsed onto the floor writhing in pain, as I felt a hundred knives jab into my arm, crawling further into the rest of my body. My vision turns blurry with tears due to the sheer pain that twisted and dug deeper into muscle with every second that passed. Sweat covered my forehead in a thin sheet as I pulled myself up. A sharp rasp left my lungs as the pain would not go away and instead transformed into a burning pain that roasted me from inside.
I doubled over, clutching my stomach as I felt something boiling hot surge from my gut into my throat. I threw up a thick dark red liquid which tasted like rusting metal and salt. Wiping off the remains from the edges of my mouth, I stood up straight and headed towards the end of the floor. Looking down I saw mild hope. The tide had yet to wash away the debris that fell into the ocean.
One of the metal beams conveniently landed with one end on this floor and the other supported by a large rock near the ocean. Climbing down, I was starting to feel light headed but blamed it on the glare of the sun.
I feel like I could hear someone shouting, but it must be a hallucination, no one knows I'm here. At the bottom of the beam, I took a large leap towards a floating piece of furniture that I suspect to be my armoire. When I landed, it sunk about 2 feet before bobbing up, causing me to lose my footing but thankfully I was able to clutch onto it before I completely slipped off. I positioned myself to sit down at the center of the furniture before closing my eyes and calling forth more magic, it needs to be bigger, it needs to be stronger.
"Homenum Revelio!"
I could feel pain strike through my body similar to a cruciatus. My limbs spammed, and my stomach reeled in, but this time I held on and concentrated on my spell. I could taste the same metallic liquid rise in my throat but pushed it back down.
"Homenum Revelio!"
The pain was searing through me again- ripping, ceaselessly eating my core. White spots were starting to cover up my vision. No. Shaking it off and recovering my vision, I concentrated on pulling my magic again. It's not enough. I need to find him. It's not enough!
"HOMENUM REVELIO!"
A rough jab struck my brain. My eyes watered from the pain, I could feel it convulsing, pushing against my skull. My head, it hurts! It was going to rip open! I- It hurts! It hurts! H-help! please?! please. it hurts!
"- H-y! - - - doing?!- - k- -!"
I could hear someone screaming. It was a bit muffled by the sound of the surge and backwash of water. Regulating my breath, I could feel the pain subside. . . No, it's not enough. I need to find Tony, just a little more.
"H-Ho-men-um R- R-."
"Stupefy!"
My vision turns black, and everything turns cold. So cold.