They turn night into day, and day into night
It had been another day at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in potions, listening to Snape having another go at Neville for melting his fifth cauldron this term. Other things were on their minds, however, that were a lot more important than a fellows pupils mistreatment at the hands of a teacher.
It had been nearly two months since Voldemort had risen to power, declaring war on mudbloods and muggles, and had begun a series of killings and abductions that had the entire country in a state of panic. But they weren't the only ones panicking at the attacks by the death-eaters.
Deep within a heavily fortified bunker in the middle of the peak district, a group of soldiers filed into a room. They each carried a grim look upon their faces, as they passed a series of documents to a man seated in the centre of the room.
"Are you sure there is no other option, you realise that this decision is final, and its affects will live on for many generations?" The seated man furrowed his brow, and gave an anxious sigh.
"Sir, if there was another option, we would use it, but the situation is this, we have located one of their bases, we know what they can do, and we will only have one shot at them."
"Very well, you have my permission." He signed a single sheet of paper.
Ten minutes, a bright light appearing outside the window interrupted a quiet potions lesson. Even Snape stopped telling Harry Potter off. Then, a roar greater than a thousand thunderbolts ripped through the air. Everyone in the room ducked beneath their desks, their fingers pressed tightly in their ears. Then the air began to get warm, pleasantly mild at first, but within a few seconds it became scalding hot. Screams of agony filled the room as people fell over, clutching bright red burn marks on their unprotected arms.
Then, their world was turned upside down. The windows smashed, a massive wind flooded the room, it picked up furniture and smashed it around the room, paper, quills and even peoples robes caught on fire, more screams punctured the air, barely audible over the noise generated by the sudden rush of air. Boiling cauldrons lost their balance, sending their contents over anyone unfortunate to be nearby.
Then masonry began to fall from the ceiling, followed by massive chunks of the hard, stone ceiling. Block after block came tumbling down. One came into contact with Snape's head, killing him instantly. No one knew what was happening, they were all in too much pain or panic to care. Then, after what had seemed an age, it all stopped.
Silence. Interrupted by one last stone falling, but silence once again filled the air.
A/N no prizes for guessing what happened, but if you want me to continue, say so when you read and review this, okay?