Chapter 2
I knew what the day was; but I would not be attending the wedding of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Although I had taken the liberty to send my patronus with an apology that I could not physically attend their joyous union.
Considering it was rather a good event, through my patronus I felt the joy, happiness and eventual panic… Panic? That should definitely not be at a wedding. Since Minerva was perfectly in command were she was; I let my curiosity get the better of me.
By the time I arrived at the venue: the Weasley's backyard, I heard the tones of Kingsley – a well trusted auror within the order – "the ministry has fallen, the minister is dead."
When the echo of his voice had faded in the white wisps that had been a patronus, I felt the heat leave the room – or marquee – I heard several cracks as many of the guests' disapperated. Although I did note that Percy Weasley and Bellatrix Lestrange were duelling, and it was getting rather heated – I would never had expected the former Gryffindor head boy to know that much in the way of a vulgar muggle vocabulary – but then that could also have been the circle of fire they were fighting in.
Oddly it seemed to me that Percival Weasley had been late to his brother's wedding, but the way he duelled Bellatrix – he most certainty had something to prove. Then again so did I as the dark mark burned, mentally I heard the dark lord's words:
"Severus your paths are limited; you may re-join your comrades and brothers, you will re-join your true master or you shall find Hogwarts in ruin. I have been merciful before Snape but I shall not let you use my mercy again; or your home will be no more headmaster."
Despite knowing that Hogwarts was quite safe; at least for the next twenty-two hours anyway. I could see Percy staring at the place Lestrange had disapperated from, whilst he may have been yelling all I could hear was the hissing from the dark lord's message.
I was now wasting time.