The Day after Tomorrow

By Alicia Johnson

Summary: The Magical Boundaries all over the world are collapsing. Fudge was warned about this from Minerva McGonagall and Kingsly Shacklebolt, but he didn't listen. Now people all over the UK are dying, and the last 7 faithful people outside of Hogwarts are going to Hogwarts to try to save it and the people there.

Pairings: Fred/ George, Ron/ Hermione

Warnings: Angst, depression, major character death.

Chapter 1. It Begins.

"Fudge, listen to me!" Minerva McGonagall pleaded.

"I refuse to hear anymore of this, Minerva, I realize I was wrong with the Voldemort situation, but I am quite right about this. We have no reason even to suspect the boundaries are falling." Fudge said.

"But sir!" Minerva said

"I will not hear you." Fudge refused easily, "Now sit down, Minerva, don't make a spectacle of yourself."

"It is you who will make a spectacle of yourself if you don't listen, Minister." Kingsly Shacklebolt said calmly drinking tea out of a cup.

"The boundaries have served us for over 1000 years, why should they collapse now?" Fudge questioned

"We don't know, Minister, we just know that they are!" Kingsly snapped against his usual calm disposition, at least when he wasn't drunk. Perhaps he was drunk; he couldn't really remember how much he had to drink the previous night.

"I will take this up with the Council, now get out!" Fudge was in an irritated mood. He was usually a calm man, even a friendly one at that, but he hated being wrong. And wrong he was just a few months ago, he, so convinced, that Voldemort hadn't returned. Or perhaps he just felt the need to be right over Dumbledore. Yes, that was most likely it; he felt that the noble and righteous Dumbledore always had something to lord over him with, and this time he felt like sticking to whatever Dumbledore was against, just to do it for once. And he was wrong.

Minerva and Kingsly got up and walked over to the door. Before leaving and slamming it shut, Minerva whispered over her shoulder a small, "You'll see." And for some reason those words haunted him, you'll see…Yes, thought Fudge, I will see, very soon.

Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts on a joyous September 1st. The train was loaded with new comers, more than normal, walking up and down the train, hoping that other new ones or even older adolescents would invite them to sit down with them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat towards the end of the train talking and laughing all the way, all were eager to go back to school to learn more magic, but most of all, this would be the year all the 6th years reached the majority, would be able to use magic out of school, and to apparate.

"What do you think we'll learn this year?" Hermione asked eagerly rifling through her heavy book bag.

"Oh, I imagine we'll learn lots of stuff." said Harry smiling at Hermione's enthusiasm. Ron however was not as impressed.

"Why do we have to talk about school and learning stuff now?!" He complained loudly looking accursedly at Hermione.

"Because some of us are actually interested in what happens in our academic minds and lives, you don't want to turn out like Fred and George do you?" Hermione asked just as sarcastic and mean minded as Ron.

"What? You mean gay?" Ron asked. Hermione sighed.

"No, running a prank shop." Hermione corrected.

"I dunno, Hermione," Harry began, "Fred and George are pretty successful at what they do, don't you think?"

"I'd kind of like to do what they do," Ron said, "I just don't think I'd be very successful at it."

"You'll never know until you try." Harry said.

Suddenly, the train lurched to a stop. A voice on the intercom boomed, "Students! Evacuate the train immediately, Prefects and Head Girls and Boys, escort the first years to the Castle, we aren't very far off. I repeat, evacuate the train, now!"

"What do you think is going on?" Harry asked grabbing for his trunk.

"Leave your possessions on the train, a spell will take them to Hogwarts!" The voice boomed again.

"Ron, let's go!" Hermione said, "Harry, come with us, you can help us with the first years."

"You go; I have to get Hedwig out." Harry said, "I'll catch up!"

"Harry!" Hermione pleaded.

"Go!" Harry commanded fumbling with the lock on the cage. Hermione and Ron disappeared. Hedwig was shrieking in her cage. Harry finally got it unlocked and opened the window. Hedwig flew out and Harry began to run towards the exit. But he blanked out before he reached it.

AN: Well, what do you think? Terrible? Wonderful? You tell me how I can improve my story, so far it's just a test chapter, and I hope you guys like it. I'm doing it off a challenge! Wish me luck!

Ali