The dragon clawed its way up, flapping and making roaring, whining calls for freedom, and they all clung to the spikes along its spine with desperate white-knuckled fingers. They tried to aide its escape by casting multiple reductos at the rocky ceiling above them, and huge chunks of rock and showers of dust rained down upon them, making it even more dangerous than it already was. Below them, the Fiendfyre raged, consuming the horcrux, and Kingsley, who had cast the curse, was trying to extinguish it – but the magical cursed fire was notoriously difficult to control, even for a wizard with years of skill and experience.