Author's Note: So I killed Snape. Now people are going to hurt me! Let me explain: I don't like Snape. ::ducks tomatoes flying over head:: I don't hate him, but still. Who else should I kill? A lot of other people are going to die, so don't hurt me.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men? This is the music Of a people Who will not be slaves again! -Do You Hear the People Sing? , Les Miserables
As Professor McGonagall ran down the hallway toward the Charms classroom, something by the window caught her eye. Darkness. Creeping out of nowhere. She shivered, and suddenly realized she was human again. Turning around, she walked back to the Potions classroom, where Dumbledore was.
"Oh! Minerva, you're back human!" exclaimed Dumbledore, a weak smile creeping across his face.
"No, Albus, look!"
Professor Dumbledore looked out the window and saw the darkness gradualy climbing over the Forbidden Forest, an expression of fear crossing his face.
"Oh no. Minerva, go and tell everyone to meet in the Great Hall as soon as possible, the doors will be locking in no less than ten minutes!" ~
Ten minutes later, all 280 students, plus teachers were gathered in the Great Hall. All except for Professors McGonagall and Flitwick.
"I'll go find them," said Dumbledore.
He walked down, and in the Charms corridor he found Professor McGonagall looking out the window, clutching a piece of paper in her hand over the body of Niabus Flitwick.
"Is he-?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes. But-look!" answered Professor McGonagall softly, gesturing out the window.
Out the window, the darkness had swallowed the Forbidden Forest. But under the darkness, coming out of the trees, were ghost-gray soldiers, with black tarps. But, worst of all, in front of them, was a massive black stallion, with eight legs and no head, but a skull. And its rider, was not even a being, but darkness. Dark, black, pure magic, being so powerful that the air tingled.
The only thing to describe the look on the headmaster's face was pure terror.
"And-that?" he asked, pointing to the parchment Professor McGonagall had in her hand.
She handed the paper over, and in black script it read: The time has come "Into the Great Hall. Immediately!" ordered Dumbledore, and there they fled. ~
"Does anyone know what's going on?" asked Hermione.
"Well, I heard that Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore are dead," said Dean Thomas.
"That's not true. McGonagall and Dumbledore are over there, by the main door," answered Ron crossly. "You'd think they'd give us some idea what's going on!"
"So where's Snape?" retorted Hermione.
"He's dead," answered a quiet voice behind them.
"Professor McGonagall! Are you sure?" asked Hermione, surprised.
"Him, Filch and Flitwick along with him," answered McGonagall, her voice strangled with misery.
"Oh my God."
"Why?"
"How?"
"Who?"
Those were the general responses of the Gryffindors.
"The Dark Lord is there, out there," said Professor McGonagall, motioning out of the boarded up windows. "He is attacking the school. I was the first attack. Professor Bright found Snape, and she, Dumbledore and I saw Mr. Filch die. I found Flitwick." Unable to contain her tears any longer, she turned and fled the scene.
"Oh…," and that was all Hermoine could manage before bursting into tears.
~
"So, as everyone can see, we will have to fight. You have the free choice of fighting or not. It may be a suicide mission, but you, if you fight, will know since you died, others will live longer." finished Dumbledore. In a boarded of place in the Great Hall, the council of war met. "We are trying to gain time until the Ministry is notified. Please place your final votes."
On the magical wall, two categories appeared. 'Fight', and 'Stay'. Under stay appeared Pomfrey, Flager, Simmons, and Doyle. Under fight appeared Bright, McGonagall, Wicker, Sinistra, and Hagrid.
"Those who are fighting, the Wizard's War Oath will be administrated now."
The Wizard's War Oath. One of the most sacred oaths of all time. It was performed to wizards going into war, to make their magic stronger for fighting, and to make sure they are remembered.
The Wizard's War Oath was given to Bright, then Wicker and Sinistra, Hagrid, and the finally to Minerva. As she walked in the room, Dumbledore motioned for her to sit down. "Minnie, are you sure you want to do this?" asked Albus, his eyes glistening. "I can't let you. I was entrusted to your care, when they died-You can't!"
"Albus. I was 12 then. Of course I needed you, but now-I have to go. I have no one left. Just-please," said Minerva, with a lump in her throat.
When Minerva McGonagall was 12 years old, her father disappeared. Her mother, overwhelmed with grief, had killed herself. But Albus Dumbledore, her father's closest friend, had taken her in, given her a home. She had to do this. For the good of wizards.
As the Wizard's War Oath began the words to on a life of their own.
"Minerva McGonagall, those who are in the service of battle desire for you to be of their company. Say, for my hearing, that you consent to the song."
"I consent, and I will weave my magic, my will, and my blood with that of those who sing, if there be need."
"I ask for the second time, that those with me, both of your Mastery and not, may hear. Do you consent?"
"I consent. And may my wizardry and my magic be depart from me sooner than I abandon that other power I gain in the battle."
"I ask for the third and final time, for all to hear…" I can't go on, thought Albus. She is almost like my own flesh and blood… The words fell out of his muoth. "For all to hear. Do you consent, and for the love of Merlin, Minnie, you can't, you can't!" At this point tears were streaming down his face. "For the victory of all, do you consent?"
"I consent, that I will fight for goodness, truth, and honesty, and against evil, and Dark Magic…" I can't! I can't do this! "I consent, that I will kill for goodness and die if needed for all to hear."
"Then I accept you, as one of the latest line of saviors, and though those who battle are swift to forget, the magic forgets neither battle nor fighter.
"Minnie!" cried Dumbledore, and that was when Minerva started crying. "How could you… Oh, Minnie."
"I had to, Albus…"
End Part 2/?
Author's Note: I DID NOT write the Wizard's War Oath. I mean, I did, but Ms. Diane Duane actually gave me the idea, stem, etc.
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