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"Who do we kill next?" asked Neville excitedly.

"I'm thinking about Ron and that other scum" I laughed gruesomely.

"We could kill the new minister?" suggested Luna.

"No, he would be better protected" I answered. "I think we should kill Ron and the Order."

"Yes, they'll never expect that!" screamed Angelina.

"I know where they would be" affirmed George.

"Let's kill them all" agreed Luna. "We have thirty followers, that should be enough."

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"How will we kill him?" asked Hermione.

"We will have lure him into a trap" answered Dumbledore.

"Sh*t, the wards are down" yelled Kaserina (An unimportant OC).

"Everyone get to the-" Dumbledore started before the door was blasted inwards.

"Stupefy!" yelled Ron and hit one of the dark cloaked figures. Cries of "Reducto!" were heard and Kaserina and Arthur both fell to the ground.

"Damn you" screamed Charlie Weasley as he charged.

"Diffindo" another figure shouted and Charlie's decapitated body dropped to the ground. By now the cloaked figures had entered the living room.

"Retreat!" yelled Dumbledore before a particularly nasty curse ripped off his wand arm.

"Haha!" screamed a figure that had become unmasked, revealing himself as Neville.

"Ahhhh" screamed a figure as his face exploded, the missing ear already confirming it was George.

"Run" yelled Ron and Hermione simultaneously. As the order began retreating out a back window, an unmasked Harry Potter strode into the battle, deflecting every curse that came near him away.

"YOU!" screamed Ron, and he, just like his late brother Charlie, collapsed on the ground, a cut straight across his Jugular.

"NOOOO!" yelled Hermione, but another order member pulled her away through the window.

"Scum" Harry commented as the last Order member left was blown to pieces, courtesy of one of Luna's curses. "Well well, what do we have here?" he commented on Dumbledore, who was lying on the ground clutching the stump of his wand arm. "Diffindo" laughed Harry and Dumbledore lost his other arm. "Round up any survivors, bring them back to Kellian Manor." "With a last flick of his wand, Harry blew Dumbledores head off. "Kellian, make sure all of our injured live, or I will be most displeased. "Neville, Jorgen, Creevey, your with me. Two of you escort Kellian and the wounded back to the manor, and the rest apparate to the ministry in an hour." With a casual flick of his wand, Harry destroyed the Anti-Apparition wards and then disapparated away, followed by the three followers he had chosen.

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"Ron" sobbed Hermione. "Why him?"

"Don't worry, we'll avenge those who fell today" comforted Dedalus Diggle.

"Arthur, Charlie, Ron" cried Molly. "What did they do to deserve this?" Suddenly a large Bear Patronus flew into the room of the assembled Order survivors.

"That's Jon Warders Patronus" exclaimed Ginny.

'The new minister is dead. The wards are down. The ministry has nearly fallen.'

"Oh why" sobbed Hermione.

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It was the most fun Harry had had in years. Hearing the screams and sound of explosions was like music to his ears. He saw the golden statue and raised his wand to destroy. Suddenly a brave wizard stopped running to fire a curse at him. "Reducto" said Harry in a bored voice. The man exploded. His followers were behind, after cleaning out the Auror headquarters and killing the Wizengamot members. After killing everyone there, he had sent a few of his followers to kill everyone on floors 3-5. He hadn't really expected much resistance from those floors. Then with the department of Magical Transport under their control, they'd slaughtered everyone who couldn't get out in time on Department of Magical Games and Sports, and had so far pursued them to the atrium.

"Sir, we've cleared floor 5, but someone let some creatures loose on floor 4 and there is still resistance on level 3" informed one of his appointed lieutenants.

"Very good" I answered. "Block level 4, and then take squad 2 and 5 down to the Wizengamot chambers, and flush out any one who is hiding down there.

"Yes sir" the man said and ran off. "Neville, I want you to take your squad and destroy the resistance on level three. "Luna, you pick some people and go down to the department of mysteries." He heard two brief ok's, before they ran off. "Incedimenti!" I yelled. I had made the spell myself, a cross between Incendio and Aguamenti. A massive wave of liquid fire sprung from my wand, engulfing dozens of the wizards and witches trying to fight us. The liquid fire then started melting holes through the ground, with many of the burnt survivors of the wave falling through to level 9, the Department of Mysteries.

"The floo is blocked!" yelled some ministry official as hundreds tried to crowd into the fireplaces.

"Bombarda Grandis Maxima!" I yelled and channeled all my power into the spell, as all off duty and patrolling aurors had just apparated in, and I knew we couldn't take all of them. The massive explosion ripped the entire lobby apart, sending bodies flying all over the place. I blacked out.

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Hermione POV

"Oh my god..." I whispered. Then entire lobby was blackened, with the area in front of us a massive hole filled with pieces of the roof. When they looked up, they could see the Department of Magical Games and Sports, because there was a massive hole straight up, all the way to possibly level 5. The ground was covered in bits of the roof and shrapnel from the battle, and hundreds of charred and broken bodies.

"No..." whispered Dedalus. "They're all dead..."

"Come on, we can see if the foreign representatives survived" said Wilhelm Vorgen hollowly. We started walking towards the stairs. Dead bloodied bodies were lying scattered along the stairs. As we reached level 5, the Department of International magical Cooperation, a man stumbled out from in front of us.

"Help, please, they killed most of us, then it attacked them and killed them, please-"

"What attacked them?" demanded Wilhelm.

"Chimaera..." breathed the man staring behind us.

"Ahhhh" screamed Wilhelm as his head was ripped off. The chimaera pounced on Dedalus, ripping out his guts and flinging them into the others. Dirtfang and Borchum the goblins charged it, both stabbing their blades into the beast. The other seven of us, Molly, Ginny, Statwen, Bertie, Jacques, Rancisis and I began firing spells at it. Dirtfang screeched as his arm was wrenched off, and Borchum was swatted to the side. The chimaera jumped on Bertie and killed the man swiftly. Most of our spells were simply bouncing off it.

"Keep it occupied" yelled Jacques, and with that, he ran at it. As it opened its mouth to bite his arm off, he sent a reducto into its throat. The beast roared before collapsing. It's jaw however collapsed with it, mangling Jacques arm and breaking his wand.

"Diffindo" I said and sliced off the part of arm that was trapped in the beasts teeth.

"Eeeeerr" groaned Jacques before he fainted.

"Help Jacques" I said to Molly and Ginny. Statwen and I helped drag over Dirtfang, while Rancisis went to enervate Borchum.

"Borchum's dead" said Rancisis forlornly. "Looks like the dragon tail sliced his throat open."

"Sh*t" commented Statwen.

"Jacques is going to be fine" said Molly. "We had to slice off a bit more of his arm, just above the elbow."

"Where did that guy go?" I asked.

"I saw him run up the stairs" said Rancisis. Suddenly we heard a scream, and a roar. "Something tells me he didn't get far"

"Let's not go further up" said Ginny.

"I agree" I said.

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