Explosions shook the very foundations of Hogwarts. Harry looked up from where he had been doing his Potion's Homework for Professor Snape. "What the-" he started before another explosion through him from his table. Ron and Hermione were looking puzzled as well. The three glanced at each other before darting out the door. They hurried to the doors and opened them slightly, and peeked through them. Rows upon rows of death eaters stood by the lake. None of the death eaters noticed that the doors had opened.
Suddenly a shout arose throughout the castle. In the space of a second the Entrance was filled with professors. A few more seconds and members of the Order began arriving. They had apparently flooed in.
Harry's hand dove into his pocket and pulled out a gold galleon-sized coin. He hadn't used it in 2 years. "We fight," he said quietly.
"Potter!" a shrill voice rang out. It belonged to Professor Mcgonagall, "What in the name of heaven are you talking about? You are students. not warriors, "
"We have to end this," Harry said quietly, "He is a mortal now. It's now or never,"
"Harry if you die," Hermione said quietly, "We're doomed. No one else can stop him,"
Harry smiled sadly. "Look on the bright side," he sad, "If I die I won't have to turn in Snape's homework,"
Hermione smiled faintly. At that moment several members from Dumbledore's Army raced in. Harry was not pleased when he noticed Ginny. "Ginny please, don't fight," he pleaded as he went to her side.
"No Harry," she said looking at him, "I will fight, and I will make him pay for tearing my family apart, and trying to kill me in my first year," Percy had joined the death eaters. It had torn the Weasley's apart.
Harry noticed the look in her eyes and realized that there would be no changing her mind. "Ginny," he said quietly, "please, don't get killed,"
A voice interrupted their conversation. "Come on. Tonight, we fight for the sake of wizard kind," they both spun around to see Ron talking.
Everybody formed into ranks without being told and prepared to march outside, possibly to their deaths. None backed out however. Upon getting out, she noticed Voldemort. He was standing at the front of his army. She swallowed. There were so many of them.
Harry fired the first spell as they neared the Death eaters. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted while pointing his wand at Voldemort. Everybody took this as their cue to start randomly firing spells off at anything that moved.
Voldemort lazily flicked his wand and sent the spell crashing to the side. He smirked at Potter's pathetic attempt at disarming him. Chaos erupted around him. Anybody dumb enough to go up against him usually didn't last to long.
A red-headed a girl suddenly started shooting spells at him. She was surprisingly good. She dodged or deflected all the spells that he sent her way. Of course than pathetic Potter who couldn't fight shoved her aside and began fighting.
"STUPEFY," Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Voldemort.
Voldemort snorted with mirth as he flicked aside the pathetic spell. The boy continued sending spells at him. All of which Voldemort deflected with boredom. He almost wished that the red-head was up fighting. She at least had more than two spells in her repetoire. Unlike Potter who only knew stupefy and expelliarmus. Voldemort had begun to tire of the boys' antics.
He flicked his wand lazily at Potter and said, 'Avada Kedavra,' It hit Potter. He snorted irritated. He was hoping it would be a little harder to kill the little brat. Apparently not. He had sent that spell at the girl at least three times. She had dodged all three of them and come up with good spells. He may have deflected all of them, but at least she knew more than two spells.
He watched as the boys body spun up in the air for all to see and then land gracefully on the ground spread-eagled. A great cry of anguish went up as everyone realized Potter was dead. Voldemort smirked. For the first time in months, he was really and truly happy. The only threat standing between him and the world had been eliminated.
Voldemort smirked as he watched the young red-head cradle Potter's dead corpse in her lap sobbing all the while. The pitiful whining sound reached his ears and he frowned in disgust. He hated crying. It was such a weak muggle thing. He preferred screams. One of the reasons that most prisoners died shortly after they were taken captive is because they had cried and begged for mercy. Neither of which he could stand. Particularly since half the prisoners were filthy Gryffindors and thus were supposed to not do any of that. You'd be surprised at how much Gryffindors were like any other person.
His gaze wandered over the grounds, taking in all the dead, injured, and weeping people. The Hogwarts staff, students, and the Order had suffered many losses, as has the Death Eaters. Unfortunately, Lucius hadn't died. Neither had Draco. Both of which he had hoped would die in the battle. Both of them were blonde idiots who would kill themselves if he ordered it. But of course they had been just bright enough to keep themselves alive.
Hmmm. Why don't I just order them to kill themselves? he thought with a smirk on his face. The mere thought of that made him want to laugh. Not that he'd ever let his subordinates see a weakness like that.
His eyes settled on the red-head with Potter. He started purposefully towards them. The girl glanced up at him. Her brown eyes had no emotion in them whatsoever. It creeped him out. She stood up and without a word started towards the gate. Voldemort smirked. She couldn't get out that way. He had added a few spells of his own to make sure of that.
"Sonorus"he muttered pointing his wand at his throat. "STAFF, STUDENTS, AND ANYBODY ELSE PRESENT THAT DOES NOT FIT INTO EITHER CATEGORY, I GIVE YOU A CHOICE," his voice echoed throughout the grounds, "SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO ME, OR DIE," he glanced around before returning his voice to normal. He turned back to the gate. The red-head had mysteriously vanished.
How is that possible? he wondered I thought I made the spell to where nobody but me or anyone with a dark mark may leave. Puzzling over this, he turned and wandered through the grounds gazing with happiness at all the bodies scattered everywhere.
"Milord," he turned around to face the Severus. "Yes?" he asked. He was considering hexing someone because the girl escaped.
Severus must have noticed this. he seemed a little nervous. "These three refuse to swear allegiance," Severus replied with a look of distaste on his face.
Voldemort glared down on the three students. "You will not swear allegiance?" he asked with a smirk forming on his face. He inspected the students carefully. One was definately a Gryffindor. One appeared to be a Ravenclaw, and the last was a chicken whatever he was. "What are your names?" he asked, "So I can carve them on your tombs,"
"Ron Weasley," the first one spat out angrily, "and I'd rather die before joining you,"
"Another Weasley? Good Lord, how many are there of you? And don't be so boring. Everybody who says that dies," Voldemort sneered. He turned to the next one. She was a Ravenclaw girl, with a dreamy look on her face.
"Luna Lovegood," she replied, "I refuse to join because the gurdyroots intend to murder all supporters of the Dark lord by using a combination of liver cancer, hair loss," she said dreamily.
Voldemort snorted. The girl was obviously a nutcase. He would probably be doing the Wizarding World a favor by killing her. Which was why he intended to spare her. He stared at the third boy, who kneeled there quaking with fear. Voldemort could practically smell it. He sneered at the boy. "What's your excuse?" he snapped.
"Y-y-you d-drove my family insane," the boy stuttered.
"A Longbottom?" Voldemort asked.
Neville, still quaking with fear, nodded. Voldemort turned to Severus. "Get these two boys up there and make an example of them," he ordered before turning back to Neville. "That wasn't me, by the way. That was Bella and company,"
"What of her?" I do believe I will keep her alive. I will torment the world by turning her loose in it," he replied. He watched as the two boys were dragged away. A few seconds later he could hear ear-piercing screams echoing across the grounds. Voldemort started down the grounds. He flicked his wand and all the spells withered away. Stepping outside, he apparated to his base. He had plans for Hogwarts now.
OK, I know it's short, but I don't feel like wasting to much effort if this story doesn't go over well. Do you like it? It gets much better later on. I promise. Anyway, please review. If you like it, say so. If you don't, Why not?