Chapter 7-The End of the Relative Peace
"Okay everyone attention please!" Dumbledore said addressing the few staff members and our main five who were in the teachers lounge late that night. It was now nearing the very end of April and everyone could sense that time was running short. They had sped up the evacuations now without Ministry support. Arabella, Sirius, Arthur, and Remus were slowly gaining support but had to work slowly and in secret in fear of getting caught. "Now everyone but the seventh year Hufflepuffs, Slytherins, and a few teachers have been evacuated. Within an hour they must be out of here, we all must. Everyone get ready. Dismissed."
Everyone left in unease, something didn't feel right.
"You feel it too don't you?" Fred said stopping Hermione as they stood up.
"What? The feeling that something very bad is approaching very soon?" she muttered dryly. "I need to talk to Dumbledore."
"I'll go with you."
"Professor?" she asked shyly as she caught up with him just as he was about to leave.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Something's wrong isn't it?"
"Yes. Bands of new Death Eaters are approaching."
"But I thought we got rid of all the Death Eaters after the fall of You Know Who? And he's dead, Hermione's dream proves it. You said yourself." Fred interrupted.
"Yes, his spirit had left this world but that doesn't mean he hasn't left behind an evil to continue. Whoever is coming has been biding his time, gaining reinforcements in secret no doubt waiting for the right moment to make an appearance to the wizarding world." With that Dumbledore walked out of the room leaving Hermione and Fred to ponder this information.
Ten minutes later…
Fire and fury were the two words that could best describe the scene. Minutes earlier the once peaceful Hogwarts had gone under attack blood and screams filled the air. It was so sudden, no one was prepared for what had happened. Minerva had come running requesting that she have two of them help getting the students out of the castle and Cindal and Andrew had taken up the offer. Hermione, Fred, and George hadn't seen them since they separated and the remaining three went to protect Dumbledore. The unofficial Enforcers who were able to stay at Hogwarts were doing their best to hold off the new evil but were failing horribly, they had only just sent for help which was to arrive soon but not soon enough. The leaders behind the attack were still unknown. Dumbledore had run immediately into his office when the earth-shaking explosion first hit and was there now with the other three desperately begging him in vain to leave. He refused saying he get something important out of his office first.
"Please Dumbledore, hurry!" Hermione screamed, as the sounds of the battle got closer.
Dumbledore was hurriedly tying an ancient scroll to the leg of his trusted phoenix, Fawkes. Whispering to the bird quickly, the old man walked to the window and released the bird, which flew into the night leaving behind the chaos.
"All right, let's go!"
"You're not going anywhere old man!" a cold, spine chilling voice cut through the air as the four occupants of the room whipped around to see the owner of the voice.
"Oh my God, Harry!" Hermione shrieked.
"What's the matter Herm, don't recognize me?"
Harry stood, wand drawn with an evil glint in his eyes. Eyes. The piercing green eyes that had once been full of warmth and light we now sharp and cold. He gave off bad vibes, evil vibes, and everyone in the room could feel it. Like when they got near a dementor.
"Bloody hell, Harry what happened?" George cried.
"What's happened? I've been shown the truth, and here I am to get my revenge. All I want is the old man, I'll let you live. Although my partner, Nived, might not be willing to spare your worthless lives and certainly not our new squadrons of Death Eaters."
Tears were running down Hermione's face as she saw the man she once loved now stand before her as the devil incarnate.
"Never. I never thought it would be you Harry, but I am willing to do everything in my power to protect Dumbledore even if it means dying in the process, all of us are." Fred replied boldly as they drew their wands.
"So be it."
With those three words the duel began as the battle raged outside.
"George watch out!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"You won't win!"
"Neither will you!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Did you honestly think that would work?"
Were the exchanges between the five as they dueled. Suddenly Harry threw Fred into a wall on the side of the room.
"Fred!" Hermione screamed as she shot spells back at Harry while attempting to make her way to help Fred up.
"Avada Kedavra!" a beam of green light shot out of Harry's wand straight at Dumbledore.
Everything moved in slow motion as Hermione and Fred looked up to see the old wizard struggling to regain his breath being suddenly pushed out of the way by George. In seconds, George fell to the ground dead having taken the blast himself.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry turned to Hermione and with a wicked grin waved his wand sending her flying into a bookcase. Then it went black.
An hour later…
"My God. It's too late! How did this happen!" Cornelius Fudge said in a low voice.
Before Fudge, stood a castle in ruins. When help arrived the battle was over and the castle was on fire. After putting out the fire they began searching for survivors, there were a few but not many. Whirling lights, cries of pain and sadness, shouting, and other noises made from extracting bodies from under wreckage filled the air.
"You."
Fudge turned around to see the angry faces of Arthur, Emma, Sirius, Remus, and Arabella.
"I didn't know…he was gone…relative peace…" Fudge stuttered in shock.
"Cornelius Fudge, with the support of a majority of the Ministry you are hereby relieved from duties as Minister of Magic due to your foolish decisions. I have been elected as the new Minister of Magic." Arthur said in a cold tone.
Fudge merely nodded mutely, too much in shock to say anything.
"Ms. Lane, the Enforcers department is now reinstated." Arthur said turning to her. "Now let's find out what had happened."
"Christ, hey Bern come here!" one wizard shouted to his partner nearby as they searched the scene.
"Great Merlin!" his partner said as he too saw the glowing green words in the ground.
'A new reign of terror had begun. You thought you were safe but you're not, when you turn around we're watching. We're watching when you sleep, when you hear a noise and sit up in alarm checking to see if it's us coming to get you. When you think you're safe know that your not. The time of Lord Nived and Potter has arrived.'
"Ergh." Someone moaned.
The two men turned around to see a man struggling to get up from under a pile of rubble. Just then Arthur followed by Remus and Arabella came and saw as the men helped Fred Weasley struggle out from where he lay.
"Fred!" Arthur called out.
"Dad…Dumbledore and George…dead…Harry…killed." Fred tried to explain through the pain and rasped breathing.
"Oh my God."
"Ah!"
They heard someone say weakly in pain. They turned to see the bloodied figure of Hermione desperately trying to reach them. Finally she fell down in pain.
"Harry is dead. The Harry Potter I know is dead!" she screamed before passing out once again. Her screamed echoed through the night and many heads turned in alarm at the news. But the world would know soon enough, Harry Potter the boy who lived, was dead.
"Okay everyone attention please!" Dumbledore said addressing the few staff members and our main five who were in the teachers lounge late that night. It was now nearing the very end of April and everyone could sense that time was running short. They had sped up the evacuations now without Ministry support. Arabella, Sirius, Arthur, and Remus were slowly gaining support but had to work slowly and in secret in fear of getting caught. "Now everyone but the seventh year Hufflepuffs, Slytherins, and a few teachers have been evacuated. Within an hour they must be out of here, we all must. Everyone get ready. Dismissed."
Everyone left in unease, something didn't feel right.
"You feel it too don't you?" Fred said stopping Hermione as they stood up.
"What? The feeling that something very bad is approaching very soon?" she muttered dryly. "I need to talk to Dumbledore."
"I'll go with you."
"Professor?" she asked shyly as she caught up with him just as he was about to leave.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Something's wrong isn't it?"
"Yes. Bands of new Death Eaters are approaching."
"But I thought we got rid of all the Death Eaters after the fall of You Know Who? And he's dead, Hermione's dream proves it. You said yourself." Fred interrupted.
"Yes, his spirit had left this world but that doesn't mean he hasn't left behind an evil to continue. Whoever is coming has been biding his time, gaining reinforcements in secret no doubt waiting for the right moment to make an appearance to the wizarding world." With that Dumbledore walked out of the room leaving Hermione and Fred to ponder this information.
Ten minutes later…
Fire and fury were the two words that could best describe the scene. Minutes earlier the once peaceful Hogwarts had gone under attack blood and screams filled the air. It was so sudden, no one was prepared for what had happened. Minerva had come running requesting that she have two of them help getting the students out of the castle and Cindal and Andrew had taken up the offer. Hermione, Fred, and George hadn't seen them since they separated and the remaining three went to protect Dumbledore. The unofficial Enforcers who were able to stay at Hogwarts were doing their best to hold off the new evil but were failing horribly, they had only just sent for help which was to arrive soon but not soon enough. The leaders behind the attack were still unknown. Dumbledore had run immediately into his office when the earth-shaking explosion first hit and was there now with the other three desperately begging him in vain to leave. He refused saying he get something important out of his office first.
"Please Dumbledore, hurry!" Hermione screamed, as the sounds of the battle got closer.
Dumbledore was hurriedly tying an ancient scroll to the leg of his trusted phoenix, Fawkes. Whispering to the bird quickly, the old man walked to the window and released the bird, which flew into the night leaving behind the chaos.
"All right, let's go!"
"You're not going anywhere old man!" a cold, spine chilling voice cut through the air as the four occupants of the room whipped around to see the owner of the voice.
"Oh my God, Harry!" Hermione shrieked.
"What's the matter Herm, don't recognize me?"
Harry stood, wand drawn with an evil glint in his eyes. Eyes. The piercing green eyes that had once been full of warmth and light we now sharp and cold. He gave off bad vibes, evil vibes, and everyone in the room could feel it. Like when they got near a dementor.
"Bloody hell, Harry what happened?" George cried.
"What's happened? I've been shown the truth, and here I am to get my revenge. All I want is the old man, I'll let you live. Although my partner, Nived, might not be willing to spare your worthless lives and certainly not our new squadrons of Death Eaters."
Tears were running down Hermione's face as she saw the man she once loved now stand before her as the devil incarnate.
"Never. I never thought it would be you Harry, but I am willing to do everything in my power to protect Dumbledore even if it means dying in the process, all of us are." Fred replied boldly as they drew their wands.
"So be it."
With those three words the duel began as the battle raged outside.
"George watch out!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"You won't win!"
"Neither will you!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Did you honestly think that would work?"
Were the exchanges between the five as they dueled. Suddenly Harry threw Fred into a wall on the side of the room.
"Fred!" Hermione screamed as she shot spells back at Harry while attempting to make her way to help Fred up.
"Avada Kedavra!" a beam of green light shot out of Harry's wand straight at Dumbledore.
Everything moved in slow motion as Hermione and Fred looked up to see the old wizard struggling to regain his breath being suddenly pushed out of the way by George. In seconds, George fell to the ground dead having taken the blast himself.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry turned to Hermione and with a wicked grin waved his wand sending her flying into a bookcase. Then it went black.
An hour later…
"My God. It's too late! How did this happen!" Cornelius Fudge said in a low voice.
Before Fudge, stood a castle in ruins. When help arrived the battle was over and the castle was on fire. After putting out the fire they began searching for survivors, there were a few but not many. Whirling lights, cries of pain and sadness, shouting, and other noises made from extracting bodies from under wreckage filled the air.
"You."
Fudge turned around to see the angry faces of Arthur, Emma, Sirius, Remus, and Arabella.
"I didn't know…he was gone…relative peace…" Fudge stuttered in shock.
"Cornelius Fudge, with the support of a majority of the Ministry you are hereby relieved from duties as Minister of Magic due to your foolish decisions. I have been elected as the new Minister of Magic." Arthur said in a cold tone.
Fudge merely nodded mutely, too much in shock to say anything.
"Ms. Lane, the Enforcers department is now reinstated." Arthur said turning to her. "Now let's find out what had happened."
"Christ, hey Bern come here!" one wizard shouted to his partner nearby as they searched the scene.
"Great Merlin!" his partner said as he too saw the glowing green words in the ground.
'A new reign of terror had begun. You thought you were safe but you're not, when you turn around we're watching. We're watching when you sleep, when you hear a noise and sit up in alarm checking to see if it's us coming to get you. When you think you're safe know that your not. The time of Lord Nived and Potter has arrived.'
"Ergh." Someone moaned.
The two men turned around to see a man struggling to get up from under a pile of rubble. Just then Arthur followed by Remus and Arabella came and saw as the men helped Fred Weasley struggle out from where he lay.
"Fred!" Arthur called out.
"Dad…Dumbledore and George…dead…Harry…killed." Fred tried to explain through the pain and rasped breathing.
"Oh my God."
"Ah!"
They heard someone say weakly in pain. They turned to see the bloodied figure of Hermione desperately trying to reach them. Finally she fell down in pain.
"Harry is dead. The Harry Potter I know is dead!" she screamed before passing out once again. Her screamed echoed through the night and many heads turned in alarm at the news. But the world would know soon enough, Harry Potter the boy who lived, was dead.
