The sun spread through the trees as she leapt. Over the gap between her and the cliff side she was aiming for. Landing with a hard thud she turned her body and let it roll into the fall. Rolling over she was once again on her feet and running. Her heart was pounding but she had already taken a potion and she didn’t have time to pull out another.
Her eyes flicked up to the gem on the door, the light from the sun about to hit it. She would have approximately 30 seconds to make it through the door and start the counter curses, if she was even a moment to slow she would be engulfed in flames, she knew this as she bit the inside of her cheek, running. The older witches of the Americas were aggressive with their curses on their temples, this was known to Hermione.They were worse than the curses and traps set in the Egyption pyramids.
As the gem on the door started to sparkle there was a noise that normal muggles couldn’t hear that emanated from it. So loud it felt like Hermiones head would split in two. Glad she made it before the new moon knowing that it would have only been worse on that day she heard the rumble and the door started to open, the rock splitting in the center to create an opening to the temple.
Grabbing the rock she launched her thin frame over the moving rocks into the small gap and ran to the end of the corridor and found it. The magic was seeping from the walls already. Taking a deep breath as she took in the damage that it was already doing to the walls, it would take the whole building down with her and the creature Newt was after deep inside. Putting her hands on the wall she took in a deep breath.
The pain was deep, wandless magic was already hard as it was, only able to do it for curse breaking Hermione concentrated through the deep pain. The dark magic burning at her light magic, seering it’s already frayed and damaged edges.
*Breathe* she thought as she pulled her hands away and pulled the curse with her, the dark magic tentrals untangling from the vines and walls. The magic was black and swirled in her hands, she needed to contain it. It was burning her skin as her eyes watched it flow in her hands. Dark magic tainted you, no matter what protections you had have, it was alluring, powerful, it would suck you in and drown you.
Pushing the thoughts from her mind of the power, focusing on how it burned and hurt her instead, her hands starting to bleed from holding the magic raw.. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a box and muttered incantations as she pushed the magic into it, sealing it shut.
The weight she felt as the magic sealed, the door had stopped groaning and was now fixed open, the rocks still crumbled where she had pulled the curse from. “You did fantastic.” She heard Newt say as he patted her shoulder entering into the temple. “Wait here, while I go down.” He said looking at her hands and handing her a potion.
Nodding she leaned on the wall sliding down it her body was shaking as she still felt the after effects of the dark magic seeping into her soul, latching on and searing her in ways she knew would never heal. “Shit…” She said as she poured the potion on her wounded hands and looked back to the setting sun outside. She was tired, more than usual after a curse breaking, the Aztecs more brutal with their traps. Trying to take a deep breath as she fee=lt her blood pressure rising, her body shaking.
She was feeling faint, she needed to get to Newt, this wasn’t good. She tried to stand, her knees screaming at her before her legs buckled and she fell, her head hitting the stone as she lie there, the magic pulsating from her unconscious body