A/N Merry Christmas everybody. I'm a little high on the festivities and
have completely forgotten where the story has got to, so I will write a
short summary here, as much for me as for you:- Harry's Summer Holidays are
cut short when Voldemort decides to raise himself a tower on privet drive.
From the relative safety of Hogwarts his friends (Ron and Hermione who are
now a couple), an entire army of Aurors and a council of supporters that
Dumbledore has formed watch as Voldemort grows in power and stretches forth
his will, bent on destroying the ministry of magic. Should the ministry
fall, then Hogwarts will be left alone as a fortress against the Death
Eaters. Unfortunately, under the leadership of Cornelius Fudge the ministry
has failed to recognise the seriousness of the death eater threat and the
ministry is on the verge of collapse from death eater attack. Fudge lies
wounded, but Dumbledore has sent his own army to aid the ministry in its
battle.
Back at Hogwarts things are also not going so well, Harry lies
unconscious in the Hospital wing, and Dumbeldore has sent a message from
London stating that Hogwarts must close.
There are also a few loose ends to follow I think, ah yes there is the shadowy "other" Harry, and. Well I'll get to those in a while Anyway what was this Chapter going to be on. Oh yeah. Here's a little Xmas Taster of the next chapter :D
Chapter 7 - The Battle
Green light, A fading Glow, outlining a door where it seeped through the cracks in the frame. Then a short scream and the room filled with bright yellow light. Smash The door hit the opposite wall and the room interior became visible. Two men rolled through the door, one was short, stocky and was hitting the other man around the head, but with no apparent affect. The other was tall and had pale blonde hair. "Where's the Mirror, Fudge!" demanded the taller, who had his hands around the shorter man's throat. "You'll get nothing from me Malfoy." Stated Fudge, still pounding ineffectually on Lucius Malfoy's head. "Be Reasonable Minister!" said Malfoy insidiously, squeezing harder. The room around them was an office with a row of bookcases and a large Oak desk, favoured at the ministry for their long durability. Malfoy now had Fudge pressed up against the desk, which bit into Cornelius' back and caused him to bend almost double. "Never." Said Fudge defiantly. He stopped beating Malfoy and whipped his hands over the desk look ing for something to defend himself with. His hand stuttered upon a letter knife. Malfoy though saw the knife and took a hand away from Fudge's throat to reach for the knife himself. From the hall outside there was a crumpling as though there had been an implosion and a hooded figure flew through the air and smashed into a bookcase. The Death Eater grabbed for his wand, but his attacker was faster. A crossbow bolt flew through the air and thudded into the wall, after it had gone through the Death Eaters hand. The Death Eater screamed an odd snarl of pain, and tore at the bolt with his other hand. Bateson followed the Crossbow bolt through the door, Crossbow in one hand and wand in the other. He looked at Malfoy. Malfoy looked at Him. And at that moment Fudge whipped the knife round and drove it into Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy Screamed in Rage rather than pain and tossed Fudge at Bateson who was bringing his wand round to perform a spell. "IMPEDIMENTA" bellowed Bateson, who had been unable to stop himself once started. The spell hit Fudge at point-blank range and he obviously began to feel the full affects of the spell. As soon as the spell had hit, Fudge's progress through the air slowed to a snail-like crawl. Bateson, who was put off momentarily by this did not see Malfoy draw his own wand and point it at him. Hand over shoulder wound, which was now seeping blood everywhere and the other holding the wand, Malfoy had lost all of his Aryan Superiority smugness. In fact he looked more like a feral animal released from a cage, his lip was slightly upturned and a canine glistened through. There was a dangerous look in his eyes and he motioned slowly with his wand. "expeliarmus" he said, barely moving his jaw - causing the spell to sound more like a hiss than a command. Batesons wand and Crossbow flew from his hands as the spell struck. Bateson himself was knocked to his knees. Knocking aside the hovering Fudge, Malfoy stepped forward and kicked the Auror in the face. "And now you die, Auror Mud-blood."
A/N - Here would be a really mean place to leave you in suspense, having said which the actual chapter will be far longer. I'm not even sure this bit'll go at the beginning of the chapter. Look again at the beginning of the New Year. But for tonight I'm about to go to midnight Mass. So all that remains is for me to Wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year Bob (Hohoho.)
There are also a few loose ends to follow I think, ah yes there is the shadowy "other" Harry, and. Well I'll get to those in a while Anyway what was this Chapter going to be on. Oh yeah. Here's a little Xmas Taster of the next chapter :D
Chapter 7 - The Battle
Green light, A fading Glow, outlining a door where it seeped through the cracks in the frame. Then a short scream and the room filled with bright yellow light. Smash The door hit the opposite wall and the room interior became visible. Two men rolled through the door, one was short, stocky and was hitting the other man around the head, but with no apparent affect. The other was tall and had pale blonde hair. "Where's the Mirror, Fudge!" demanded the taller, who had his hands around the shorter man's throat. "You'll get nothing from me Malfoy." Stated Fudge, still pounding ineffectually on Lucius Malfoy's head. "Be Reasonable Minister!" said Malfoy insidiously, squeezing harder. The room around them was an office with a row of bookcases and a large Oak desk, favoured at the ministry for their long durability. Malfoy now had Fudge pressed up against the desk, which bit into Cornelius' back and caused him to bend almost double. "Never." Said Fudge defiantly. He stopped beating Malfoy and whipped his hands over the desk look ing for something to defend himself with. His hand stuttered upon a letter knife. Malfoy though saw the knife and took a hand away from Fudge's throat to reach for the knife himself. From the hall outside there was a crumpling as though there had been an implosion and a hooded figure flew through the air and smashed into a bookcase. The Death Eater grabbed for his wand, but his attacker was faster. A crossbow bolt flew through the air and thudded into the wall, after it had gone through the Death Eaters hand. The Death Eater screamed an odd snarl of pain, and tore at the bolt with his other hand. Bateson followed the Crossbow bolt through the door, Crossbow in one hand and wand in the other. He looked at Malfoy. Malfoy looked at Him. And at that moment Fudge whipped the knife round and drove it into Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy Screamed in Rage rather than pain and tossed Fudge at Bateson who was bringing his wand round to perform a spell. "IMPEDIMENTA" bellowed Bateson, who had been unable to stop himself once started. The spell hit Fudge at point-blank range and he obviously began to feel the full affects of the spell. As soon as the spell had hit, Fudge's progress through the air slowed to a snail-like crawl. Bateson, who was put off momentarily by this did not see Malfoy draw his own wand and point it at him. Hand over shoulder wound, which was now seeping blood everywhere and the other holding the wand, Malfoy had lost all of his Aryan Superiority smugness. In fact he looked more like a feral animal released from a cage, his lip was slightly upturned and a canine glistened through. There was a dangerous look in his eyes and he motioned slowly with his wand. "expeliarmus" he said, barely moving his jaw - causing the spell to sound more like a hiss than a command. Batesons wand and Crossbow flew from his hands as the spell struck. Bateson himself was knocked to his knees. Knocking aside the hovering Fudge, Malfoy stepped forward and kicked the Auror in the face. "And now you die, Auror Mud-blood."
A/N - Here would be a really mean place to leave you in suspense, having said which the actual chapter will be far longer. I'm not even sure this bit'll go at the beginning of the chapter. Look again at the beginning of the New Year. But for tonight I'm about to go to midnight Mass. So all that remains is for me to Wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year Bob (Hohoho.)