The Rage
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JKR does though.
(I was sitting around the house one day and this cool idea for a fanfiction came to mind. I hope you like it.)
(OH yeah. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.)
Chapter 1 The Rage Begins
The war has ended and damaged areas of Hogwarts have been rebuilt. The trio, along with the rest of the Hogwarts students, have made their return back to school. Majority of the deatheaters have been captured or taken out, but the remaining deatheaters have gone into hiding. Everything was going back to normal until that day when all hell broke loose inside the castle.
It was like any other spring day. The sun rose from behind the mountains illuminating Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students were already up and making their way down to breakfast. It was believed to just be a normal day. Well, if you could count brewing potions and practicing spells normal. What the occupants of Hogwarts didn't know was that a deatheater was standing outside of its gates. The deatheater took one glance at his surroundings before pointing his wand at Hogwarts.
"Saevio." There was a red flash and the castle took on a reddish glow and then went back to normal. "Voldemort couldn't take care of Potter when he had his friends backing him up. Let's see if Potter can keep himself alive after everyone in the castle are at each others throat. The Rage Curse will take care of him and the little muggle lovers inside the castle." With a last glance at his surroundings there was a "pop" as he disparated.
The trio were making their way down to breakfast when there was a big commotion from below, followed by screams. The trio bounded down the last flight of stairs and into the Great Hall. A student from Slytherin was attempting to decapitate a student from Ravenclaw with a cutting spell usually used for chopping up vegetables. One cutting spell missed the Ravenclaw by about an inch and managed to connect with the shoulder of a Hufflepuff student. The Hufflepuff was thrown against a wall where he blacked out from either the impact or the great amount of blood he was losing. Momentarily blind to the fact that he was the attended target, the Ravenclaw was unabled to dodge the next cutting spell which hit its target right in the neck. There was a shower of blood raining down on everyone around as the Ravenclaw fell to the ground. There was a last gurgling sound from the Ravenclaw before he went still. The entire Great Hall erupted in renewed screams of terror along with screams of rage from friends of the Ravenclaw. One Ravenclaw that was now unable to control his rage sent a single Reductor Curse at the lone Slytherin's head. The curse struck the Slytherin's head, showering the Great Hall with blood and brain matter as the body fell backwards onto the floor. The entire Great Hall went into chaos. People began to push and trample each other on their way to the exit. Friends of the Ravenclaw and friends of the Slytherin lined up on opposite sides of the Great Hall with murder in their eyes. Everything seemed to slow down as the first curse was fired from the line of Slytherins. The curse wasn't heard, but was distinguished by the flash of green light. As Harry pushed Ron and Hermione towards the exit, he managed to turn around in time to see a Ravenclaw hit the ground just before showers of spells and curses were exchanged from both sides of the Great Hall.
(I know this chapter is short, but I think it gets the job done. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will be up soon. Review please.)