Hoping it was not Dumbledore's intent to kill everyone in the bank before the demon-fire roared back out again and set the rest of the Alley ablaze, he drove his intent forward with his own will.
His idea was a massive, overcharged inverted 'bubble' charm similar to a Bubble-head charm. He wanted to create a bubble that would be so strong that even air could not pass through it. His intent was to encase the curse in the bubble. Then, when the curse had burned off all the air within the bubble, shrink the bubble to completely snuff it out.
With his wand thrust before him and pointing at the curse, he quickly had the bubble formed. Then, even before all the air was burned off, began to shrink it.
However, what he wasn't able to control was the sheer amount of heat radiating off it. His magic could hold it... was holding it... about ten feet from him, but the heat was incredible. "Someone bloody help!" he roared out, still pumping his will into the bubble. "Cool it! Cast flame freezing charms and Glacias at it before it gets away from me! Just... not... straight... water!"
Almost immediately, he had that. From his side he had both Remus and Tonks casting. Tonks was casting repetitive ice charms while Remus was casting flame freezing charms.
"Aurors!" he heard barked. "Stand down!"
"Get fucked!" Harry yelled back. "Shut up and naffing help or naff off!"
"Aurors!" he heard Tonks yell. "He's a friendly, trying to contain it! Help him, you morons! Don't cast water!"
Chancing a glance over his shoulder at the doors to the bank he saw them swing open as goblin guards poured out in two lines that ran to either side and around him in a wide berth. The doors then slammed shut again. He had no idea what those armoured goblins were doing or going, but he was too busy to care, anyway.
Suddenly, he felt the heat back right off as he felt on the bubble the effects of multiple-cast freezing charms. Plus he felt magic boosting charms, designed to assist with a magical cast, helping him. Both helped him, actually.
Feeling renewed he focused his will that much harder and finally managed to start squeezing the life out of the Fyre. It took what felt like hours, but was actually about forty-five to sixty seconds, before he had the Fyre squeezed down to a super hot radiant ball about a foot in diameter.
One last drive of will and power and he squeezed it enough to snuff it out. However, he wouldn't let go, just yet. Now he had to allow the pressure to dissipate, lest he cause a pressure-generated explosion. Another five seconds of releasing and he was finally able to drop the bubble - and instantly collapsed onto his bum on the stairs of the bank.
Suddenly there was a roar of loud applause and cheering. Even the, what he now saw to be, ring of goblin warriors around him - the four aurors who'd turned up late, Tonks, Remus and where the bubble containing the Fiendfyre was - were banging on their shields with the hafts of their halberds in some form of goblin warrior approval.
Remus was the first to reach him and yank him up from the stairs just to lay a massive hug on him. Tonks stood back.
"Right!" snapped the lead auror, obviously the senior of the four. "Who's the idiot looking for a one-way trip into Azkaban for doing something both so dangerous and so stupid?" "Albus Dumbledore!" snapped an angry Tonks, now walking forward. "That damn stupid old bastard cast Fiendfyre directly at the bank and immediately apparated out with Longbottom!"
"Stay out of this, Tonks," snapped the auror; a Master Auror.
"Ahhh!" she growled out. "Look around you, Stebbins! You have all these witnesses! They will tell you what they saw! Dumbledore cast Fiendfyre! Lord Peverell, here, captured it, contained it and banished it. He's a hero!"
Stebbins glared at her for a moment before he whirled about and barked to the other three aurors in their auror robes, "Start questioning these witnesses! I want statements! Now!"
The other three immediately spread into the crowd and started collecting statements. At least, started collecting statements from those who didn't immediately and rapidly leave the area. Meanwhile Harry, after being released by Remus, collapsed back onto the steps and just sat there sucking in lungfuls of air. He was exhausted. While he used will to achieve what he needed, it still required the expenditure of a significant amount of magic to accomplish.
While Harry sat there and watched the aurors start doing their job, he heard from behind, "Love?" It was Luna's voice.
Turning to her, she gestured, "You need to come inside. Now."
With a nod, and though he really didn't want to move just yet, he climbed to his feet, turned about and walked inside.
Just as he stepped through the doors he heard the voice of the Master Auror call out, "Oi!"
He turned and saw the man stalking towards him. "I need to speak with you!" "You sound just like Dumbledore!" he snarked back. "Right before he attacked me!"
Ignoring the man, he spun back and walked, staggered really, into the bank proper.
As soon as stumbled in he was confronted with two healers levitating a portable stretcher between them. Luna was standing next to them.
"On the stretcher, Lord Peverell," ordered one of the healers.
"But..." he tried.
"On the stretcher, Love," said Luna. "You're magically exhausted and you need treatment."
Only nodding and slightly sighing in defeat, he took the single pace to the stretcher and practically, bonelessly, collapsed onto it. He didn't even have the energy to lift up the leg hanging off it. Luna did that as the two healers quickly hustled him out of the lobby and through the doors at the back of the hall. Behind him, if he'd been able to look, he'd have seen the Master Auror, as soon as he stepped up onto the porch of the bank, confronted with two goblin warriors gesturing with the points of their halberds at him and seemingly looking for an excuse to run him through with them.
Stebbins didn't make Master Auror while also being an idiot. With a startled 'yelp' at how close those halberds came to jabbing him, he quickly back-pedalled and decided not to push it. Instead, from the bottom of the steps he 'demanded' to speak with Lord Peverell, immediately. The goblins returned to their posts either side of the entry doors and ignored him.
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