The Day The Dursleys Came To Hogwarts Chapter 25
By Ordinaryguy2
DECEMBER 31, 1994
SATURDAY, 6:30 PM
THE GREAT HALL
Vernon, meanwhile, had been watching things proceed from the cover provided by the podium, smiling serenely. He noticed the black dog charging at him from the staff table, and calmly drew out a handgun from a pocket in his robe, and shot the animal twice.
"Sirius!"
Harry sent out a shockwave with most of his remaining energies, knocking nearly everyone off their feet. The teen quickly got to his feet and ran unsteadily toward his still, bleeding godfather.
He was abruptly knocked over when several pellets struck him in his side.
Harry rolled over to look up at his assailant, and gapped in surprise.
Marge Dursley stood over him with a cruel look on her face. "I always wanted to do this to you, you sad little orphan bastard. Too bad it's not a real gun." She that raised her paintball gun and began shooting him at point-blank range until her gun was out of paintballs.
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Hermione quickly waved her wand at the table she was sitting at and transformed it into a protective barricade around her, Viktor, Fleur, Penelope Clearwater and the knocked-out Roger Davies. Krum was already on the offense, sending explosive spells against some of the attackers charging them. His spells flew true, though some of the invaders were able to throw themselves out of the way. Those that were hit had part of their padded vest burst open due to the spell, revealing more of the magic-absorbing gel that blunted some of the effect of Krum's spells, while still knocking the people away.
Hermione, seeing Harry's predicament with his aunt, used her wand to cast a spell at one of the floating candles that lit the room, and enlarged it till it was two feet wide and over six feet tall, then, with another spell, sent the candle barreling through the air so that it slammed into the fat woman that was shooting Harry with paintballs at pointblank range.
Out of the corner of her eye, Marge Dursley had spotted the giant candle flying at her like an oblong cannonball and had just been able to lift her left arm up to shield herself somewhat right before it hit her and sent her rolling across the floor, and almost collided with another of the paintball attackers who was covering some of the nearby students who were cowering under their table. The ulna bone in Marge's forearm had broken in a simple fracture, and her caterwauling when she stopped rolling drowned out most of the other sounds in the Great Hall for a moment.
Vernon, seeing his sister in distress, hurried down from the podium to come to her aid, ignoring the calls of his wife and the fighting going on around them. The invaders all steered clear of Vernon except for two large men with Plexiglas riot shields who took up a guarding position over him.
Hermione had tried to accio Harry to her, but was dismayed to discover that she was unable to do that. Penelope rationalized the problem Hermione was having almost instantly. She accioed a tablecloth, then manipulated it so that the tablecloth wrapped tightly around one of Harry's legs while avoiding any of the magic sucking gel splotches on him. Once the tablecloth had a firm enough grip, she summoned it to herself, dragging Harry along behind the tablecloth.
Hermione made a large opening in their barricade so that Harry could be brought in. She quickly sent a charm at the floor to make it slippery so he wasn't hurt too badly as he was dragged across the stone castle floor.
"Padfoot," Harry croaked, as the teen slid into relative safety.
Hermione immediately accioed the black dog, who slid across the floor to them while leaving a bloody smear to mark his path.
Harry, though aching from the paintballs that had been shoot at him at point black range, and feeling incredibly weak from magic depletion, tried to reach out to touch him godfather, to see how bad he had been hurt from the bullets Vernon had shot him with.
"Don't touch him," Penelope practically shouted. "You're covered in those draining gels." The Ravenclaw prefect turned to the muggle-born. "Hermione, help Harry out of those robes, and use the tablecloth to wipe that stuff off. I'll see to Lord Black."
The large black dog let out a soft whimper that seemed to cut through the heart of everyone close enough to hear.
Penelope cast a basic diagnostic spell, checking to see the extent of the damage as well as to see if either of the two bullets were still within the canine's body. Fortunately, both bullets had passed completely through the dog's body. The Seventh Year student grabbed her handbag and brought out a moleskin bag. She shoved arm into the small bag up to her elbow as she searched. After a few more moments, Penelope pulled her arm out of the obviously enchanted bag, clutching two vials in her fist. The first vial seemed to be made of a dark green seaweed sludge that she put directly over the bullet wounds and then placed bandages over them. The second vial was orange with small purple chunks, which she had to slowly pour down the dog's throat.
Next to them, Hermione used her wand to cut Harry's dress robes off while trying to avoid any of the gel stain marks that Marge had shot him with. Harry, though more tired than he had ever felt in his life, tried, listlessly, to wipe the gel from his bruised body with the tablecloth and nearby napkins. Yet, even as he went about this task, his eyes never left Sirius.
Fleur, having taken stock of the situation, had decided enough was enough. Rising some from the protection of the barricade, she concentrated on focusing her Veela allure on the nearest male attackers coming toward them as she stood up. The men quickly became dazed, their paintball guns falling from their limp hands. Fleur grinned at her easy victory, and was caught completely unprepared by a hailstorm of paintballs that hit her painfully in the chest.
Fleur's antagonist was a smallish middle-age woman with brown hair. "Men may be easy prey for you, dearie, but to me you just make a great target."
The men snapped out of their dazed state, and retrieved their fallen weapons from the floor while looking embarrassed.
"Thanks, Gracie," one of the men said, with a tip of his hat.
"You just watch yourself, George. Those Veela birds don't play well when riled up."
Fleur had fallen backward due to the impact of the paintballs, making her land hard onto her butt. Now in a dazed state of her own, she stared down in horror at the gel stains on her dress. Feeling lightheaded, she fumbled for her wand and tried to vanish the gel-marking on her clothing and skin, which only made her more tired.
"No, don't do that, Fleur. It has to be removed a different way." Penelope Clearwater took the Veela's wand away and began to carefully use some of the leftover napkins to wipe away the gel material that was on Fleur's skin, before using a delicate cutting charm to remove the splotchy areas on Fleur's dress, which ended up making her dress somewhat resemble a bizarre Swiss cheese pattern. Even worse, Penelope had had to use some napkins to fill in some of the bare areas now around her chest so that the Veela wasn't indecent.
Meanwhile, nearby, Cedric and Cho, crouching low, had made their way over to the Officials table. Cedric had transfigured their chairs into near body-sized shields to protect them from the magic-sucking pellets that came their way as they moved over to the adults, first to help them, and secondly to see if any of the adults knew why this was happening, and even more important, how to stop it before someone became seriously injured.
The only able-bodied adult they saw at the Officials table was Delores Umbridge. The Ministry official was using Percy Weasley's body as a propped up shield that she aimed around while firing some rather nasty curses. Percy seemed to have lost consciousness and was covered with gel splatters all over the front of his body. Umbridge cackled gleefully as she unleashed spells that she hadn't had opportunity to use since she had read about them in some old family books on dark magic.
They had to carefully move around the fallen forms of Hagrid and Headmistress Maxime. Both of the part-Giants struggled to sit up, though it appeared that their very mass was keeping them from doing so. That did not stop them from flailing out in their attempts to do so,
Cedric and Cho moved on until they came to Albus Dumbledore, hoping that they could help him so that he could end this sudden siege being waged upon them. They were quickly disheartened to see that Dumbledore looked to be older and frailer than they thought possible. The headmaster's robes had received several pellets that left their mark, though it was his beard that seemed to show the trail of the magic-absorbing gel that had struck him.
"What do we do now?" Cho asked, worriedly.
They were both startled as they heard a feline meow as a cat.
"Professor?" Cedric said in surprise.
The cat transferred into an exhausted, seated version of their Transfiguration professor. "Oh my, that left me more exhausted than I thought it would," she said.
"What happened to you?" Cedric asked, as he positioned himself so that his makeshift shield protected the professor as well as himself.
She rubbed a hand over her brow. "One of those projectile things hit my wand, effectively coating it and some of my hand. I had used my shawl to buffer myself from more of those things. Whatever those gel things are seem to suck the magic from out of you. I was fortunate enough to wipe it all off before I became too drained."
"Here, professor, drink this." Cho Chang handed her a small vial. "It's a pepper-up potion I brought so that I wouldn't get too tired at the ball. It should help you some."
McGonagall nodded her thanks, then emptied the contents of the vial down her throat. Her eyes blinked rapidly for a moment as she felt the sudden rush the potion provided. "Oh, yes, that does make me feel somewhat better. I may not be at full strength, but now I feel like I can use a wand without passing out."
It was then that she spotted a certain wand lying on the stone floor next to Dumbledore's chair. It seemed to call to her, wanting her to use it. She reached out a hand toward the elder wood wand, and it flew into her hand, emitting a flair of sparks once it connected.
Cho and Cedric looked at her in confusion. "I don't understand," Cedric said. "That's the headmaster's wand, but it seems to be choosing you. How is that possible?"
"I'm not certain," Minerva spoke gravely. "But hopefully, it is an answer we can learn at a later time." She cast a repelling spell at one of the attackers that was about to come around Hagrid's fallen frame. Cedric transfigured an empty chair into a large German Shephard, then sent it after another of the assailants.
Hagrid managed to get one of his large hands on another of the goons that thought the half-Giant was not a problem. The man fell back from Hagrid who still had a grip on the man's leg. Maxime was able to grab the man's arm and disarm him of his weapon. Neither of the two half-Giants were able to do more than hold onto the man, so Cedric used the opportunity to stupefy the interloper.
Minerva nodded to them. "Thank you, Rubeus, Olympe. I wish I could do something for you both right now, but I cannot quickly remove those gel things that you are both covered with in enough time. I must help the students."
"Go," Maxime spoke in a gasp. "Protect them."
Another hail of pellets came their way, Cedric and Cho's transfigured shields protecting them from the sudden hail, the results of which, their shields partially transformed back into chairs. Cedric quickly pulled off his robe and draped it over what was left of his shield/chair so that it would last longer. Cho followed his example and used Bagman's coat that he had hanging on the back of his chair. In doing so she noticed that a magically exhausted Bagman had fallen headfirst into some pudding and was nearly drowning in it, and was able to pull him back so that he slid under the table.
They all jumped when they heard a sudden outcry from Umbridge. The woman fell back from where she had been casting spells, letting Percy's limp form slide under the table. Umbridge turned toward them, and they could finally see that the pellet had struck her right on her forehead.
"Use a cloth and wipe it off, Delores!" Minerva called out. "It's sucking the magic out of your body. Hurry! Wipe it off!"
Delores, with a look of terror, she sat down on the stone floor and dug into her small purse, until she pulled out a large blanket, and began to carefully and thoroughly clean the gel substance off of her. She could be heard muttering with a tremoring tone, "I knew muggles were stealing magic and passing their children off as muggle-borns! The Ministry will deal with this! There will be a reckoning! The natural order of things will be preserved! In fact they will be made better! I will see to it!"
McGonagall and her two students left the hysterical witch, though they were each tempted to stun her.
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Ron cowered behind his tipped over table, watching wide-eyed as his brothers flung curses and some of their self-made Weasley products at the attackers. Fred was currently controlling one of their bottles of Tiny Twisters that he had loosed, and after it made it's way among three of their attackers, enlarged it until it was twice the size of a person. The result was two of the men were knocked over, their paintball pellets going off target while the third man was caught up in the mini-twister, spinning round and round while screaming for his life.
George was covering the other side. He had thrown out two paper packets that broke open upon landing near the invaders, which created two small swamps, each nearly ten feet in diameter, one inhabited by an alligator and the other showing a shark fin cutting through the surface of the water. The floor near the two swamps he coated with shear ice just to make it more difficult, as one of the paintgun men discovered when they slipped near the edge of the swamp with the alligator and had the reptile snapping at his feet.
Lee Jordan was using the Wassiwasi spell to fire pieces of Ton-Tongue Toffee into the attackers' mouths, which both impeded and aggravated the shooters when their tongue suddenly started swelling up to enormous masses as it grew out of their mouths and fell onto the floor, though it only seemed to last for a few seconds.
Angelina, Alicia and Lee's date, an older Ravenclaw who Ron didn't know, were using the more basic defense spells with mixed results. Expelliarmus and the Accio charm were somehow completely useless. The attackers also seemed resistant to an extent to the Stupefy spell, as it only seemed to make their opponents light-headed for a moment or two. Angelina's Avis charm worked really well until the man with the device that created a mist with the gel stuff that had earlier seemed to eradicate the Bloody Baron, misted the conjured birds, making them melt away to nothingness.
"Ron!" Katie Bell, paused in her spellcasting to nudge the boy. "Fight already!"
That seemed to be enough to snap him out of his surprise over the situation. "Right, right, I should do something."
He clutched his wand tightly in his fist as he tried to think of what spell he should use. Finally, he focused on an abandoned table close to the invaders. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The table started to rise, but one of the paintball attackers just turned and shot it a few time, releasing it from Ron's magical grip and letting gravity make it fall back down.
Ron stared in surprise, mostly due to the sudden drain in the magic he had been using. "Okay, that didn't work very well."
He took a moment to see what spells some of the others were using, only to realize rather quickly that many of them were unfamiliar to him or outside his ability to use well.
That in mind, he looked over to where his sister and several of his year mates had been sitting. Seamus had somehow caused one of the paintball guns to explode, thereby resulting in Seamus collapsing in magical exhaustion. Dean was trying to use some plates to deflect paintballs from hitting any of their group, but he was quickly running out of plates to protect them with. Ginny was using her bat-bogey hex with limited results. The mucus-formed mini-bats seemed to fall apart within seconds of forming. Parvati and Lavender were using repelling spells, but, again, with limited results, only slowed the progress of the attackers. Padma used a spell that Ron had never seen before that had temporarily turned the head of one of those assaulting them into a large purple tentacle that flapped frantically about on the now frantic body. The hexes that the Patil sisters' Durmstrang dates were casting seemed questionably dark to him, especially when one of the attacking women suddenly had tarantulas in the place of all the hair on her head.
Just as it appeared that the students were turning the tide against the enemy, a large invisible covering had been pulled off a large device that had a big glass container with what appeared to be filled with more of the magic-sucking gel material. On the lower section of the device was a seesaw style pump that two of the enemy were manually pushing up and down. Another of the antagonists held the end of a long firehose, which he opened up, and began to hose down the closest students with the foam gel substance.
"Ron!"
Katie Bell socked him hard in the shoulder, bringing his attention back to her.
"Don't just stand there like a lump, are you a wizard or not?" she spoke reproachfully, even as she wiped away some of the gel pellets that had hit her in the shoulder.
Ron gapped for a moment, struggling for something to say. "I want to fight, I just don't know what to do?" he admitted.
She frowned. Katie Bell had heard that it was a common thing for first-timers in a firefight to freeze up. It would be like all the spells that they had learned in their years at school were suddenly gone from their head. She was not sure what to tell him until she saw someone waving from one of the other tables.
"Then go and help Dudley. He's waving for you to come over."
Ron looked back over the table, and sure enough, Dudley was over at an abandoned table and motioning for Ron to join him.
Ron let out a small whimper. He glanced back at Katie, but she only looked back at him with disgust. "Fine. I'll go," he said, his voice hitting a higher pitch than he would have liked. He exuded a heavy sigh, then adjusted his crouch so that he was in a sprinter's stance. Giving out another sigh, he raced over to where to where Dudley was, almost sliding into the cover of the tipped over table. To his surprise, he hadn't been hit by anything.
"I – I made it!"
"About time," Dudley snarked.
Ron glowered at Harry's cousin. "Hey, what the bloody hell is your father trying to do?"
"I don't know," Dudley admitted snappishly. "He doesn't seem to be acting like himself."
"What, you think someone is controlling him?" Ron asked in surprise, realizing that the implications could change the 'how' and 'why' of things that were happening.
"I hope so. Otherwise…" Dudley choose not to think about what he would do if it turned out that his father was doing this of his own free will. "Listen, this is what I want us to do."
Ron listened in growing disbelief to Dudley's plan. "You're bloody crazy!"
"Do you have a better idea?" Dudley snapped.
"No," Ron admitted.
"So are you a Gryffindor or not!" One of the many things Dudley had learned from his fellow Hufflepuffs was how Gryffindors could be easily manipulated if calling their courage into question.
"Fine!" growled Ron.
Both boys knelt on either end of the table they were using as protection. Dudley quietly counted to three, then both boys lifted the table up and charged forward, rushing the foam spraying device, knocking over at least one of the paintball gun shooters on their way. In the last few feet, the person manning the firehose aimed the hose at them, but the foam did almost nothing in slowing down the momentum of the table rushing at them, and was himself smashed into the device, resulting in being rendered unconscious.
Those guarding the device turned to attack the two young wizards at once. Ron managed to cast a Jelly-Fingers curse with his wand at one of his attackers. Another of the attackers had been hit by someone else with a Melafors jinx, which encased the woman's head inside a pumpkin.
Dudley, meanwhile, closed the distance between him and his opponent, surprising the man, and began boxing with all he could muster, effectively knocking the man out in three quick strikes. Dudley ignored the paintball hits he received the best he could as he lashed out at anyone else who tried to regain control of the foam spraying device. He soon began to succumb to magical exhaustion, which was hitting him harder than any of the exercises he did at Smeltings Academy for boxing. His arms feeling like they were made of lead was not new to him, but was expected. It was the feeling inside him, a place that he now believed was where magic was stored, that left him feeling like he was being hollowed out. Or more like a juice box that was being sucked dry very quickly.
Somewhere in the distance, he could hear his mother calling out to him, but he ignored it. Instead, he chose to stop another man rushing at him. He stepped back, only to trip over Ron who had already passed out from all the paintballs he'd been hit with. When Dudley's head hit the pump device, everything went blank for him.
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Draco Malfoy soon tipped his table over to use for shelter once he saw others doing it. It was ironic that he was in the furthest back table due to him taking Myrtle to the Yule Ball. If he had taken a normal date – one who was not a ghost, as well as someone preferably from Slytherin – then Draco would have been sitting at one of the prime tables in the front where the attackers were most prominent.
Those that had been at his table right before the attack were him, Myrtle, a Beauxbatons couple that seemed to have a strong fascination with ghosts much to Myrtle's delight, and a Gryffindor named Cormac McLaggen along with his Sixth Year Hufflepuff date who seemed to have realized too late that she should have found anyone else to take her to the ball.
But once the attack started, why they were where they were didn't matter anymore. Instead, they quickly began firing their spells to aid their fellow students. McLaggen actually shot a man trying to sneak up upon them with an invisibility cloak, but the look of surprise in McLaggen's face, led Draco to think that it was an accident.
Draco could see the old legendary ex-auror, Mad-Eye Moody flinging curses and hexes in a rapid fashion that made the youngest Malfoy very glad he wasn't sending them his way.
Then, it happened. Mad-Eye had been struck by four paintballs and something seemed to start to change in his appearance. But before Draco or anyone else could see what it was, Mad-Eye knocked over a lone table and dove behind it in an almost frantic manner. Even more unusual was when Mad-Eye's prosthetic eye popped out from the table and rolled around on the stone floor.
From their position in the rear, Draco had a good view of what many of the students were doing. He was also able to determine which spells didn't seem to be working very well, and adjusted accordingly. He was surprised, though, when he noted that several students didn't appear to be trying to fight.
"Why in the name of Salazar Slytherin aren't they doing something?" he complained out loud.
Myrtle, huddling next to him, answered. "They can't. Some didn't bring their wands. But with my ghostly sight I can see there are some non-Hogwarts house-elves going around taking the wands of anyone who doesn't have them in their hands."
He blinked in surprise, pausing only to cast a series of leg-locking jinxes. He regarded Myrtle for a moment. He hadn't thought much of the fact that she, as one of the ghosts of Hogwarts, was linked to the castle that she haunted.
"How are non-Hogwarts house-elves able to take the wands away from witches and wizards, even if they are not in their hands?"
Myrtle appeared to be close to a state of shock. "It- it was what the fat muggle said up there. In front of the Headmaster, who is also the Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, the other staff of the school, as well as various members of the Ministry, Dursley proclaimed that he was the husband of Lady Ravenclaw, which, thanks to the Wizarding anti-progressive politics, makes him in charge of all that she owns and the rights and privileges that go with it. He also acknowledged himself the guardian of Harry Potter, thereby placing himself in charge of all the rights and privileges that Harry has as Lord Slytherin. And now that he is the head of one of the Houses of Hogwarts, and the custodial head of the only other House known to still have heirs, he can allow what he wants inside Hogwarts and on its grounds."
Draco frowned. "I refuse to believe that this has all been orchestrated by that fat oaf. No, someone else is manipulating his strings. We just have to determine who it is."
Draco cast another curse, but missed. "What about the other ghosts? Can't they help?"
Myrtle let out a sobbing moan. "N-no. Because of our connection to the castle, we have to obey either the Headmaster, or the Heirs of the Four Founders. As it is, the Bloody Baron risked him very existence by rising up against them."
Draco detected something in what she said. "So you can detect a connection between the Dursley oaf and these scum?"
She nodded, fear filling her eyes. She wasn't sure what was coming in the near future, but she wasn't liking it. "It might be something like a magical letter of intent or a contract between them and Dursley. I'm not sure, but it is there, and all that are bound to Hogwarts can feel it."
"You mean like the portraits and house-elves?"
She nodded while letting out another wail. Behind them, Cormac McLaggen fell backwards after taking a pellet in the cheek. They ignored his howling as he rolled around on the ground clutching his face
Myrtle let out another wail of her own. Draco fired twice more before ducking back behind the table, which received several thunks from paintballs hitting the other side.
"You know, if we weren't fighting for our lives, this could actually be fun."
Myrtle cried out even louder now.
Draco looked over the table and fired off a Serpensortia spell, causing a large poisonous snake to land between three paintballers that were coming his way.
The female Beauxbatons student nudged Draco. "You should talk to her," she suggested.
"What?" he said in confusion.
"She is upset!" the French student said. "You should say something to calm her down." She then gave him the evil eye. Her date had a similar glint of anger that made Draco feel very uncomfortable.
Draco had heard about ghost activists who tended to be radical about their concerns for the 'disembodied', but this was his first time ever interacting with them. More concerning was that he was stuck behind a table with two of them, and Cormac's Hufflepuff date didn't seemed to want to help him any either.
With an aggravated shake of his head, he said, "Fine, but then you are going to have to do the shooting while I talk to her."
The male French student grunted and sent a swarm of conjured hornets across the way. The female Beauxbatons student shot out an Incarcerous spell, and seemed to just want to ignore Draco until he did something that made him worthy in her eyes before she would acknowledge him again.
Incredulous, Draco scooted back, but still in the shielded area of the tipped over table. "Myrtle," he whispered.
The Ravenclaw muggle-born ghost looked spooked enough to flee through the wall, but she looked at him with those sad eyes that made even him feel guilty.
"Myrtle, if you are worried about being obliterated like the Bloody Baron, you should just go."
Her face began to pout even more. "I'm not worried about me. I just don't want them killing you!" she wailed, as she began floating around in a small circle.
The Slytherin student shook his head, confused. "I thought you wanted me to die and become a ghost?"
"I do!" she shrieked. "But if they kill you with those things that do away with magic, you won't have a chance of becoming a ghost!"
Draco knew girls could be confusing at the best of times, but Myrtle had her own special brand of Extra-Crazy that probably had something to do with her haunting a girls' toilet for fifty years. Being killed by staring into the eyes of basilisk probably didn't help.
He had only agreed to take the ghost to the Yule Ball so that she would spy on Potter for him. Her plans for his demise so that he could haunt her toilet with her did not enter into his plans at all.
"Okay, listen to me. You want me not to die here, and I don't want to die here either. So here is what I propose. You leave your 'Myrtle' suit here and go search the castle for anyway to save me. Alright?"
She paused and stared in such a way that made him think she was looking directly into his soul.
"No," she quietly said.
Draco blinked in surprise. "What do you mean 'no'? You just said you didn't want me to die here!"
"I'm willing to go and do what you said," she responded. "But you have to promise me something first."
"What now?" he said, exasperated.
"I want you to promise that if you die in the castle that you will come back as a ghost and haunt my toilet with me!" She had her chin stuck out to affirm her decision.
He cast a suspicious eye at her. "And you won't actively try to kill me, just to make me a ghost?"
"My word of honor."
He had no intention of dying until he was a much older man, so it seemed like a moot point. He definitely had no plans of becoming a ghost. "Fine. If I die here in the castle, I'm all yours. You happy now?"
She gave a squeal of delight, and flew at him, covering his surprised face with kisses. She then withdrew her ghostly form from her 'Myrtle' suit and soared through the wall in search of help to save her man.
Draco had been left lying flat on his back, stunned by the kissing assault. "I'll never understand females."
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The foam shot from the firehoses quickly overwhelmed most of the students. There was no doubt who would win this battle.
"Enough!" called out a loud voice of a man standing at the entrance of the Great Hall.
Several people did a double take as they looked first at this new man and then to the shocked face of Severus Snape who was looking out from where he'd been taking a stand at the staff table. Both men had the same, nearly identical face, from the hook nose to the condescending sneer.
"My name is Samuel Kingson, the squib son of Alfred and Beatrice Prince. I am the acting representative for Mr. Vernon Dursley. I believe it would be wisest to discuss terms before anyone else gets hurt."
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AUTHOR'sNoTeS:
I hope you all liked my Battle of the Yule Ball.
And Sirius survived, just like I planned. And McGonagall now is the acknowledged master of the Elder Wand. It happened back in chapter 15 if anyone wants to go back and reread.
Yes, Samuel Kingson is related to Severus Snape. You can just imagine how that family reunion is going to shape up.