A/N - I don't own Harry Potter
This is a oneshot written for the Thank God You're Here prompt thread over at DLP.
He had never liked fire when he was younger. Fire destroyed. It consumed and burned indiscriminately, caring not for what was destroyed so that it could continue. The Wizarding World was like that Harry thought as he looked upon the Ministry of Magic. The pureblood aristocracy would do pay anything, do anything, kill anyone to remain in place.
It is said that power corrupts. Harry kenw the truth of that. But worse than the corruption of power was the corruption of complacency. Wizards just knew that "this is how it is so this is how it must stay".
"When will this end," Harry thought. He had contemplated it many times in the last years. "Only when it is made to," was the conclusion he came to. And ultimately, it was up to him to make it so.
He stood in the Atrium of the Ministry, clad in imposing black and blood-red dragonhide and an unmistakeable aura of magic emanating from him. His gaze swept dispassionately over the burning area. A chuckle almost escaped him when he thoughht about the irony. That the very Ministry which had so much in common with flame could be so easily torn apart by it.
Clouds of smoke drifted lazily up from the burning fires, twisting randomly. Harry waved his wand and the smoke began to form shapes. A wand, a train, a gavel, a lightning bolt. The smoke writhed from shape to shape, each with a different meaning and story behind it.
"Potter!" A yell cut through the crackling of the fire causing Harry to look up. A squad of aurors swept out from deeper into the ministry. Elite aurors. Harry could tell bu the golden stripe down each of their crimson robes. There were five of them. The ministry must have been desperate to stop him if they sent so many. He noted that the minister himself had come up behind them with a sixth elite auror as a bodyguard.
Rage boiled over in Harry as he recognized the voice of the lead auror. He was sorely tempted to just start throwing curses. But held it in. He would get his revenge soon enough.
Civilians were huddled in small groups all over the atrium, and at least two groups of aurors were spread throughout; holding shielding spells around each group. They were afraid Harry would attack the ordinary wizards and witches, but Harry wasn't so far gone as that. He was here for a specific purpose.
"Throw down your wand Potter and come along peacefully," the lead auror commanded.
Harry laughed. "Come now old friend. Lower your hood. Do I not even merit a face to face talking to anymore?"
The lead auror tensed but lowered his hood. Ronald Weasley looked back at Harry with anger in his eyes.
"Drop your wand."
"Do you really think I will Ron," Harry asked.
"I doubt it."
Harry locked his eyes on Ron. "Why? Why did you do it Ron?"
"What are you talking about Potter?"
"Why did you betray her... us?" Anger blazed behind Harry's green eyes forcing Ron to take an involuntary tep backwards. "We were ready to do it Ron. You knew we were. The three of us could have rebuilt this world," Harry said, gesturing to the blazing remains of the Ministry.
Harry reached down by his feet and picked up the golden head of the wizard from the atrium statue. "The pureblood agenda was and is destroying our world." He tossed the head in the air and shattered it with a blasting curse. "We had a plan Ron. A plan to change the world and you betrayed it? Why?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you Potter," Wealey bit out.
"No. No you don't," Harry said. "After all what does it matter that you betrayed Hermione and I. But most of all her. She trusted you with the Secret. You were our Secret-Keeper and you gave us up. For what? So you could keep your job? For money and a Wizengamot seat to go along with your pureblood name?"
Ron opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Harry.
"Don't bother. We both know that is exactly why you betrayed us." Harry's aura flared dangerously. "She died in there Ron! You arrested her, and convicted her and she DIED!"
"She was a traitor," Ron said. "A traitor and a mudblood with delusions of grandeur."
"Listen to yourself Ron," Harry snarled. "Mudblood? Have you forgotten what we spent our Hogwarts years fighting against? But you gave up the ideals we fought for in our youth. Gave up a woman you loved once."
"And as much as murdered the one I loved."
"Enough with the reminiscing," Ron commanded. "Hand over your wand." he gestured to his men to spread out. "Or we'll force you to.
"Don't you see Ron," Harry laughed. "It is time for all of this to end. I will make it end." Without a single pause harry whipped his wand around his body and a wave of light shot out in all directions blowing the aurors off their feet. Harry sprinted towards the stairwell deeper into the ministry, covering himself with shields.
Ending this living hell was all he had left..
