A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge

173: theme – Darkness

Writing Club June

Sophie's Shelf

7. Lannister: "Hear me roar!"

Word count: 399

"Traitor," Ginny whispered under her breath as she passed the new headmaster. They had just entered the Great Hall. He'd walked past her, she'd overtaken him slightly. She had half a mind to step on his stupid billowy black cloak, leave a dirty footprint on the pristine black fabric. He didn't deserve the respect he expected from them all, not after what he'd done.

"I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Miss Weasley," he simply stated. She glared at him, but kept walking. He was lucky she hadn't called him a murderer, that's what he really was. She reached her table, Neville was already seated.

"Slimy git," she grumbled sliding into the empty seat next to Neville.

"Snape?"

"Snape," she confirmed.

"We should do something..." he started, but his voice trailed off. The headmaster was watching them from the head table.

"We should," she agreed watching him sitting in Dumbledore's old seat. None of the staff seemed to happy be near him either, well, with the exception of the Carrows.

"Tonight. Tonight we dethrone the usurper," she stated her mind full of useless facts from the goblin rebellion. For once, she'd actually been paying attention in history of magic. Tonight she was going to start her own rebellion.

"How?" Neville asked almost scared at the look in Ginny's eyes. She smiled, an evil smile that made Neville shudder. He wondered just how far she was willing to go.

"Never you mind that now, I'll take care of everything. Just make sure everyone is seen. I wouldn't want anyone getting falsely accused of what I'm about to do, what I have to do," Ginny stated watching Neville pale. This was war after all, wasn't war supposed to have its causalities?

"Ginny...are you really going to..."

"Don't even think of finishing that statement, for all I know the damn dungeon bat can read minds. But yes. This is going to end tonight," she answered. She was no longer content to watch from the sidelines, to launch small little rebellions, words written on walls. No, she was no longer content to watch the Carrows get away with torture, with letting any blood spill. Tonight she'd finally make a name for herself. Ridding the school of the darkness, even if it invited darkness into her own soul, would be her legacy and she'd finally be something more than the youngest Weasley child.