Fall from Grace
Dumbledore wheeled around as he apparated onto the stage where the Ministry had prepared for the victorious bunch, and the crowd around the stage was literally crying with joy, all fears that Voldemort might attack neutralized with such a crushing and totally humiliating defeat on the Dark Lord. Dumbledore came eye-to-eye with an insignificant Fudge on the stage, his presence over-shadowed by the dozen or so survivors of the attack. The wizarding world preferred to cheer rather than to prosecute, it seems. Fudge's trial will be held the day after this celebration is over, and many took it to be a foregone conclusion already, so sure he would be thrown into the dungeons underneath the Azkaban.
Dumbledore, however, had no such assumptions and sensed something was wrong with Fudge, though he had no concrete proof. His sixth sense was proved correct when Fudge took chance of Dumbledore's apparent deep thought and pointed his wand at the old wizard, catching him off-guard and effectively holding the whole wizarding world hostage.
"Dumbledore," The rogue Minister grinned maniacally at the Supreme Mugwump. "You have caused enough problems for me over the past few years, and now you want to have me thrown in jail? Not quite, Dumbledore, not quite. For I am under the protection of the Dark Lord! He shall rule the world!"
Voldemort and a bunch of other deatheaters who survived his rage apparated in front of Dumbledore, causing panic in the crowd and raised wands among the Order members on stage.
"So we meet again, Albus. Did I say not so at the graduation ceremony, where you looked upon me with scorn? You underestimate me, Albus."
"Shut up Voldy, you are not even fit to call Dumbledore by his first name." A still jovial Sirius jested, his use of Gryfindors' nickname for him at Hogwarts calculated to anger the enraged Dark Lord even more.
"Oh, and you are?" Voldemort shot back, his spit burning into the ground like acid. "Nice, Albus, you have got yourself a dog to answer for you," That caught the Maurauders off-guard. How had he known of their animagus forms? Or had he just made a passing statement, and they had gotten over-sensitive? But then again, he made a particular hint at dog…
"I have never looked upon you with scorn, Tom, until Voldemort killed you and took your place." (Obi-Wan said the some thing like that in star wars when Luke asked about his father.) Dumbledore said in a calm and soothing voice, sounding strangely out of place in that fear filled place. "You made a mistake in coming here today, Tom. You will not escape alive."
Voldemort let out a screech of laughter. "I think it may be very well be you escaping, Albus." His laughter abruptly stopped when a team of Hitwizards from the Ministry arrived at the scene and promptly stunned Fudge, whose wand was still pointed at Dumbledore.
The deatheaters suddenly found themselves outnumbered three-to-one, and a moment of hesitation from the hooded attackers gave Dumbledore to give a graceful sweep of his wand, a wave of fire emanating from his wand, and most Deatheaters who weren't able to conjure a shield in time wee blown away, leaving them now outnumbered five-to-one. Seeing the situation was not in his favour, Voldemort decided to run.
"Not so fast, Voldy," A very cheerful Sirius shouted, and just before Voldemort and his remaining Deatheaters disappeared onto thin air by apparating, the Maurauders exploded confetti and foam right in front of the evil jerks, leaving them looking like Christmas trees before they left.
AN: Im back! Turns out my com wasn't as down as I thought. Thnx to all reviewers!