Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.
Harry stood on the docks to the lake waiting for the start of the second task. Inside his head he was running through a checklist of what he needed. 1. Gillyweed – check 2. Waterproof watch – check 3. Swim trunks – check 4. Wand – check
Harry had everything he needed now he just needed to get into the water and rescue Ginny in fastest time possible. Finally a shot-like noise rang through the air signaling the start. Harry waited only a moment to shove the wad of Gillyweed into his mouth and start chewing it down. After that he dove in head first and just started swimming through the murky waters to his waiting wife.
He'd forgotten just how deep that lake really was as after nearly twenty minutes he was still enveloped in darkness. It was another ten minutes before he finally heard the mersong calling to him. After that the time passed quickly enough before he was us once again using a rock to free the bonds that held Ginny in place. Not long after he was swimming as fast as his legs would carry him back towards the surface.
Unfortunately for Harry, Ginny woke up about twenty feet from the surface and in her panic accidentally kicked Harry in a very sensitive spot. After that it was Ginny that had to drag Harry up to the surface as he couldn't concentrate on the task at hand due to the excess pain.
Naturally Karkarov capitalized on this and gave Harry zero points upon seeing the person he was supposed to rescue having to drag him up to the surface. The other judges gave him full marks of course after the Mer-cheiftan explained to Dumbledore exactly why Ginny had to drag him up the last twenty feet. All of this was of course at Harry's expense and embarrassment.
"Was it necessary to kick so hard?" asked Harry sitting on a hospital cot with a large bag of ice resting between his legs.
"Sorry love, it was reflex," explained Ginny.
"Reflex?" asked Harry incredulously, "That was not reflex, that was vindictiveness."
Ginny couldn't help but laugh a bit, "I would kiss it and make it better but I don't think Madam Pomfrey would appreciate that particular act in her hospital wing."
Harry instantly turned bright red in genuine embarrassment.
"Good to see I haven't lost my touch," said Ginny with a smirk.
"I'm starting to miss the shy, quiet Ginny I've spent the last several years getting to know," said Harry earning himself a playful hit on the arm from Ginny. Well . . . playful for her but quite painful for him.
"Mr. Potter, you're going to pay for a comment like that," said Ginny slightly red in the ears.
"How much do I owe you?" asked Harry with a playful smile on his face.
"More than you can bloody well afford," said Ginny trying not to smile but losing that fight in the end.
"Alright Mr. Potter," said the hospital matron, "You can leave now."
"Thank you," said Harry only too happy to ditch the hospital wing and join the celebration in Gryffindor tower.
The cheering that greeted Harry upon entering put a large grin on his face. "Thank you," shouted Harry to the crowd, "Thank you very much. I love you all." Harry decided to be a cocky bastard in celebrating his victory.
"Did you have to bring her back with you?" asked Ron jokingly as he looked at Ginny.
"Look what happened because I brought her back with me. Could you imagine what she would have done to me if I didn't?" Harry said that with a shiver. After that he had to duck a vicious swing from Ginny.
"Harry James Potter," said Ginny angrily, "You'd better run."
"It is times like these I'm happy to be dating a much more gentle woman," said Ron as he wrapped an arm around Hermione shoulder causing her to blush deep crimson. Even Ron said the right thing occasionally.
That didn't however help Harry as he ducked another swing from Ginny. "Ginny, I was only joking," he tried to defend.
"I'll show you only joking," said Ginny with a grin that told Harry she was only teasing him.
Seeing that grin on her face Harry decided to resolve the issue once and for all. Harry stepped up to her and took both wrist and before she could break loose he kissed her strongly cause her knees to weaken and for her to slacken against Harry.
"Oi, that's our sister," shouted Ron, Fred, and George together.
Neither Harry nor Ginny paid them any mind as they had become quite used to that call in the future, at least for a little while.
Harry and Ginny enjoyed the celebration along with all of the other Gryffindors well into the early morning hours. Thankfully Ron kept Hermione preoccupied so she had less of a chance to snoop.
The next few weeks passed quickly enough. Harry and Ginny were still trying to workout exactly what should be done with Barty Crouch Sr. as he was scheduled to make his appearance at Hogwarts soon. Unfortunately and much to Harry's displeasure he was once again forced to consult the headmaster on the issue.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Dumbledore as Harry and Ginny entered the office.
"I need your help with something," said Harry.
"Again?" asked Dumbledore as he put not one of his enhanced lemon-drops in his mouth but four.
"It's like this, Barty Crouch Sr. is going to show up here at Hogwarts in a few days time. Now originally Jr. killed him. We can't let that happen this time but we can't afford for Jr. to get arrested yet, hence the problem," explained Harry.
"Do you know where he will show up?" asked Dumbledore.
"Near Hagrid's cabin, I think he traveled through the forest but I can't be certain of that," explained Harry.
"Would you be able to make the map available to us?" asked Dumbledore.
"That wouldn't be a problem but I would need for him to disappear until after the tourney. He'll need medical attention to help him deal with completely breaking the imperious curse," Harry explained further.
"I'll take care of it then Harry," said Dumbledore.
"Thank you sir," said Harry.
"Thanks Albus," said Ginny, "Oh, and tip for the future. Always put a towel down before you step out of the bathtub. Oh and those little flower pads for in the tub wouldn't hurt either."
Dumbledore was clearly confused but nodded nonetheless.
With that Harry and Ginny departed to find a bit of private time. The next time Harry and Ginny spoke with Dumbledore was after Crouch Sr. had been taken into custody. With that issue resolved Harry only had to finish preparations for what he hoped would be the final showdown against Voldemort.
"Come on boy, is this all you've got?" asked Snape in a voice to mimic Voldemort as he and Harry exchanged curses at a rapid pace. Snape had been training Harry to ignore the barbs from Voldemort while they duel as Voldemort wouldn't hesitate to use them.
"Do you really want me to answer that question Tom?" asked Harry as he sent a few spells rapidly from his wand and free hand pressing Snape back to the wall.
"Enough," said a tired Snape as he barely dodged the most recent volley.
"You alright?" asked Harry concerned for the man who would be his trainer and almost mentor.
"Fine Potter but why are you holding back so much from me?" asked Snape.
"The same reason that you are holding back from me," said Harry placidly.
"We've little more than a month before you face the Dark Lord and you're still holding back?" asked Snape incredulously trying to get Harry riled up and acting stupidly.
Harry though didn't rise to the bait, "Maybe if you were a descent challenge I wouldn't have to go easy on you."
This time it was Snape that rose to the bait and just began sending curses, most of which couldn't be considered light spells including a few Crutiatus Curses. Snape used Crutiatus only because Harry insisted he use it as he would need to try and build some resistance to the spell if he were to ever be caught be it.
"Much better, you do know how to fight after all," taunted Harry as he effortlessly dodged or counted everything Snape sent at him. Harry wasn't even using his abilities over the flow of time.
After another minute of steady dodging and blocking Harry started to fight back again. Harry wasn't too picky about how dark a spell was considered either when he fought against Snape as he knew the man would not judge him for it. Harry generally stayed away from the pain curses as they were little more than a distraction to the enemy and couldn't kill them. Not that he was saving a few for a select group of Death Eaters.
Harry and Snape duel back and forth for the next hour with Harry dominating the entire time.
Finally it ended with Snape sitting on the floor breathing heavily. Harry however was standing and watching calming with hardly a trace of sweat on him.
"Damn it Potter," complained Snape, "Are you the least bit tired?"
"Not really," said Harry, "I want you prepare yourself because in two weeks we're going to have a mock battle of what I can expect."
"How many of us do you need?" asked Snape.
"As many as we can trust but to start I'll need you and Dumbledore," said Harry as he carefully considered what he could expect.
"We'll be there," said Snape, "Just do me a favor and make sure that all of this wasn't for not."
"I'll make you no promises save this," said Harry, "I'll make him regret his decision to fight me."
"I've no doubt he already regrets that," said Snape.
"Not in the way that he will when this is all said and done," said Harry.
Snape involuntarily shuddered at the tone of Harry's voice.
Two weeks passed quickly with Harry spending the majority of the time dueling Dumbledore when he was able to avoid Ron and Hermione. Lucky for him Ginny provided some excellent cover for him to get the extra training he needed.
The way in which Harry dueled with Dumbledore left little energy in either of them. Harry had only ever seen Dumbledore duel with Voldemort twice in his life. The first time was in the Department of Mysteries in his fifth year. The second time was shortly after the fall of Hogwarts and before his death. This was a very deadly duel between the pair of them. Harry knew from watching Dumbledore previously that the old man loved to use transfiguration in his duels and he was very effective doing so. But, for their purposes Dumbledore changed his fighting style into one that readily match Voldemort's style, which consisted of using a lot of attacking spells. Spells that burned you, cut you, electrocuted you or simply killed you. Harry wasn't enjoying it very much as the only spells that Dumbledore held out on were the spells that would kill him. As far as defense went Voldemort didn't do it very often. He used one shielding spell only that wasted a lot of energy but was extremely powerful.
Harry settled for a style of dueling that was somewhere between Dumbledore, Snape, and Voldemort combined with a little bit of himself thrown in for good measure. The little bit of himself thrown in was the bit involving hand to hand combat and a touch of sword play. Dumbledore hated that part in particular as Harry would often knock him senseless before launching a barrage of curses and hexes that he had a much more difficult time avoiding because he was still slightly dazed from the pain impact. Luckily that didn't happen often as Dumbledore made it very difficult for Harry to get in close enough to attack in that manner.
Finally the night of Harry's final planning session arrived.
"Good evening Harry," said Dumbledore as Harry met him in the hall leading to the Room of Requirement.
"Evening Sir," said Harry as he paced the hall picturing exactly what he needed. The door appeared and Harry entered followed by Dumbledore. Snape and McGonagall arrived a bit later followed closely by Sirius and Remus and finally Flitwick and Ginny arrived.
"Harry, this décor is a bit drab don't you think?" asked Dumbledore as he looked around the mock graveyard.
"Yes well, this is where it will happen," said Harry with a slightly haunted look in his eyes.
The tombstones were all in place as was the oversized cauldron. Harry was soon explaining the events that were to take place and timing of how things were to happen. Soon enough all the members were heavily involved in a planning session that would be a rough design for the final battle . . . hopefully.
"Well Harry, I think this plan is our best bet," said Dumbledore as they brought the session to a close.
"Are you certain though that you'll get to the cup before Cedric and the others?" asked McGonagall nervously.
"That's not an issue, I think the most difficult thing to get around will be Wormtail," said Harry.
"He's a bit too cocky for his own good if I remember correctly," said Sirius with Remus nodding behind him.
"We can always have a team of Hit-Wizards and Aurors on standby ready to portkey in at a moments notice," offered Dumbledore, "You don't have to fight this battle alone Harry."
"If we did that then someone might tip Voldemort off," said Harry, "He still has a rather expansive network of spies in place even this long after his fall. Not to mention that Malfoy pays Fudge well to be informed of things like this."
"Very well, then in one week's time we'll find out for certain," said Dumbledore as he stood to leave.
"Severus, just one thing," said Harry, "No matter what happens the night of the last task, don't let Karkarov leave."
Snape nodded before he too took his leave.
All the teachers and adults departed leaving only Harry and Ginny behind. The room around them changed from the graveyard scene into that of a bedroom. More specifically the bedroom that Harry and Ginny shared at Potter Place.
"I didn't think of this," proclaimed Harry nervously.
"I know," said Ginny as she closed the distance between them.
"But what about your mum and Madam Pomfrey's snooping?" asked Harry as he backed up nervously. He wasn't so much nervous about the woman but more the fact that it had been a number of years since he'd last done this.
"If there is a chance you won't come back next week I don't want to chance that you and I would never be together again," said Ginny seductively as she began to unbutton his shirt.
Harry swallowed nervously before he finally just said to hell with it and enjoyed the situation for all it was worth.
Not a night passed that week without Harry and Ginny taking full advantage of the situation. Not one of the teachers that knew what was happening said a word though all of them had suspected that something was occurring between the couple after the nightly training sessions.
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"Harry, as you have the lead in points you will have a thirty-five second head start," instructed Bagman. Harry had reviewed the memory from the first time he went through the maze using a pensieve that he knew by heart the exact course to take to reach the center of the maze quickly.
Harry entered the maze and without pausing he took every necessary turn through the maze that he needed. Once again the fake Moody had cleared his path through the maze ahead of time. The sphinx's riddle this time gave Harry pause as he tried to recall the answer. It was different than his first time through but he'd heard the riddle before so it was simply a matter of remembering.
Once he was past the sphinx it was smooth sailing to the cup. He felt slightly bad for leaving Cedric behind to whatever happened to him but there were something that were far more important.
Once Harry saw the cup he paused to take a breath and get rid of the excess nervous energy before he took the cup in hand. Harry marched confidently forward and grasped the cup. Harry felt the pull behind his navel as he rocketed across the country to the ever so familiar graveyard.
"Expelliarmus," shouted Wormtail claiming Harry's wand, not that he really needed it but for his plans to work perfectly some things needed to still happen. Wormtail then bound Harry to the same old tombstone that belonged to Tom Riddle Sr.
Wormtail began the ceremony taking his blood along the way. Harry had to consciously pull his magic out of the blood Wormtail was taking so that Voldemort gained nothing from Harry. With that task done Harry start wandless putting up several wards while Wormtail was pre-occupied with resurrecting Voldemort.
Finally Voldemort stood from within the cauldron looking rather pleased with himself.
"Potter," slithered the man, "So good to see you again. I hope you can forgive the poor accommodations."
"I'll let it go this time," said Harry as he prepared for a blast of Crutiatus. Just as he expected Voldemort came through with lots of pain.
"Such manners Potter," said Voldemort.
Harry was completely calm. He was just waiting for Voldemort to summon his followers, or rather try to summon his followers. Voldemort replace Wormtail's bleeding stump with a new silver hand it was then that Harry's chance came.
Voldemort pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark on Wormtail's forearm causing the man to howl in pain but nothing happened much to Voldemort's displeasure.
It was now that Harry acted. Using his wandless magic he dispelled the robes that held him and then silently he summoned his wand from Peter's pocket. Voldemort was fortunately too pre-occupied with Peter to notice.
"Hey Tom," shouted Harry, "Ready to die?"
Voldemort turned just in time to see the charging Harry Potter. In Harry's left hand he held his wand and in his right was the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
Voldemort had to act quickly to summon his favorite magical shield. He was much dismayed when the sword of Gryffindor went right through it slashing his shoulder. Harry followed that up with a round house kick to the evil man's stomach causing him to fly back a few steps.
Out of the corner of his eye Harry spotted Wormtail about to attack Harry with that Silver Hand. Harry slowed time around him to move. And move he did. He ducked under the hand and brought his blade around in a wide arc separating Wormtail's arm at the shoulder from the rest of his body. Figuring the fat lump would bleed to death Harry turned his attention back to Voldemort just in time to see the killing curse rapidly approaching him even with time slowed around him.
Harry dove quickly to the side as the killing curse continued on to destroy the tombstone that Harry had previously been tied to.
"I don't think your dear old dad would have appreciated that very much Tommy," said Harry with a laugh as he continued to move rapidly as he circled Voldemort.
Voldemort was getting very pissed off. First his servant's could not come to him then the servant he did have became in capacitated within seconds. Now he was left to face the boy alone and it was not going in his favor.
Harry turned to the offensive now. Starting at a distance was not what he wanted but he had no choice as he moved in throwing curses through the sword and his wand at Voldemort. Harry was greatly surprised to find that the sword amplified his spells more that his wand did. Not that he was complaining. So far neither he nor Voldemort had been stuck in the Priori Incantem Paradox and Harry couldn't have been happier.
Voldemort as usual had his one and only defensive shield in place as Harry continued to batter the man with hexes and curses with nary a chance to counter.
Harry was meanwhile working himself in closer so that he could use his sword once again to destroy that damned shield of Voldemort. It wasn't until Harry got closer that Voldemort changed his tactics. As Harry brought his sword down to deliver a fatal blow he was stunned to see Voldemort wielding his own sword to block Harry's.
"You're not the only one that can use a blade boy," explained Voldemort as he went on the offensive using only the blade. It was then Harry realized that Voldemort's sword was in fact his wand. As a result Voldemort was unable to use magic at the same time.
Harry didn't have this problem and soon capitalized on it. Harry blocked a heavy overhand strike with his blade and at the same time sent a rather powerful bone-breaking curse into Voldemort's hip and pelvis region. Harry heard the satisfying crunch of breaking bones as the evil bastard soared through the air finally hitting and breaking a tombstone. This didn't delay Harry as he moved in quickly to deliver the killing strike.
Voldemort was in pain. He was broken and his body failing after that resurrection ceremony. Worse yet Potter was bearing down on him to deliver the final blow. In a last effort Voldemort raised his transfigured wand to block the sword strike only to have the sword hit his wand and have it exploded sending Potter backwards through the air from the explosion.
Harry picked himself up painfully. His left shoulder was dislocated and possibly broken. However, the arm holding the sword was still good. Harry had to hurry before Tom thought of something else.
Tom didn't fair very well from the explosion either. His wand was destroyed and his face, chest, and arms all were burned quite badly. To make it worse his was now laying in a pool of Wormtail's blood. He looked to his dying servant to see bubbles of blood coming from his mouth as the life faded from his eyes.
Harry moved quickly through that graveyard preparing to kill the most evil bastard he hoped he'd ever meet. Harry was over him ready to deliver that final blow. He stabbed straight down to where Voldemort lay when without notice Wormtail rolled on top of Voldemort to protect the man. Harry's blade entered Wormtail's backside and continued through the man's heart before it got stuck. It hadn't gone through to Voldemort and Harry could see the man knew it. Harry quickly applied more force to the blade trying to push it through Wormtail.
Voldemort cringed as the blade slowly pierced his chest but by then he was already hard at work.
Suddenly all of Harry's wards collapsed. He could do nothing but watch as Voldemort smiled and apparated away.
"Shit," screamed Harry as he ripped the sword out of Wormtail's body. The sight that greeted him though did nothing for his mood. Twenty robed Death Eaters were coming into the cemetery with wands at the ready.
"Consolation prize I guess," said Harry as he let his magical rage over take him. First his shoulder repaired itself and then Harry quickly put up his anti-apparition wards once again.
The first two Death Eaters came at him head on. He knew from their bulk that they were Crabbe and Goyle. In four deft strokes of his sword both men were dead on the ground. It was then that the killing curses started to fly at him not that he really cared at that exact moment.
Time all around him slowed down drastically but it didn't affect him in the slightest. He moved in casting whatever curses and hexes came to mind on the Death Eaters that were the furthest from him. While the closer Death Eaters he worked to close in on them so that he could simply cut their throats or remove their heads or even gut them if he could do it fast enough.
Time took on no meaning for Harry at that moment in time as he slaughtered the Death Eaters that came at him. He was a man possessed and felt no mercy as he picked them apart, even those that tried to flee were prevented. Not one Death Eater survived that graveyard except for Voldemort. Harry though only found a little satisfaction in being able to eliminate Voldemort's inner circle.
When no man other than Harry was left alive in the graveyard Harry located Wormtail and severed the man's head to take back with him as evidence of Voldemort's resurrection. Harry cut a piece of Death Eater robes to wrap the head in before he went to collect the Tri-Wizard Tournament Champion Cup.
Harry held the sword in his hand as he picked up the cup. He felt the intense pull behind the navel signaling its activation.
Harry being completely exhausted landed very hard on the now leveled Quidditch Pitch. There was pandemonium in the stands but Harry saw Dumbledore standing calmly as he waited for Harry to return. The other teachers were there as well. They all had an expectant look in there eyes but Harry shook his head in the negative. Dumbledore's twinkle faded and he nodded his acceptance.
Dumbledore approached Harry, "Are you alright my boy?"
Harry shot him a glare that caused the man to back up few steps. Then Harry saw the fake Moody approaching quickly.
"I'll take him up to the school sir," offered Moody.
"I don't that will be necessary Barty," said Harry as he dropped the cup and leveled the sword at the man.
"What are you talking about Potter?" asked the fake Moody nervously. He could clearly see the blood the covered both the blade and Potter's clothes.
"I've killed twenty-one Death Eater's tonight, believe me when I say that killing you won't bother me in the slightest you piece of filth," said Harry. He ignored the gasps of the teachers and the Minister of Magic. It took every ounce of Harry's self-restraint not to kill this man where he stood.
"No sense in pretending Barty," said Dumbledore, "We've got your father's full confession."
"IT DOES NOT MATTER IF I DIE HERE. MY MASTER IS REBORN TONIGHT AND SOON YOU WILL ALL PARISH," Barty then pulled his wand but it wasn't fast enough as Harry ruthlessly removed the man's hand. Barty dropped to the ground screaming in pain.
Harry raised his sword to finish it but Dumbledore stopped him, "He's not worth it Harry." Harry raised the blade once more but Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder stopped him, "He's not worth it Harry. Let the dementors have him."
Harry sneered once more before he put his blade away. Harry then turned and stalked toward the castle. Harry briefly heard Fudge sputtering in the background about having him arrested and then receiving the dementor's kiss.
Harry had only one destination in mind and that was simply the protective room of Dumbledore's office. Once inside he locked the door and gave Fawkes one look that sent the bird away in a burst of flame, he knew what was about to happened.
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"Uh oh," said Ginny when she saw Harry reappear. He looked pissed and she knew it. Next to her Mrs. Granger, her mum, and Hermione were all screaming like banshees at the state that Harry was in at that exact moment in time.
Then Ginny watched them become worse as the fake Moody approached Harry. After a few short words Harry moved quickly and severed the man's hand much to the horror of the women, and even men, present.
"Things didn't do so well," said Ginny calmly. Hermione had gone into shock and Mrs. Granger wasn't far behind her, neither was her mum for that matter.
Somehow Ginny managed to get them all to the hospital wing and in Madam Pomfrey's care. She gave them all, save her, a nice sedative to help them relax after seeing Harry do what he did.
After that Ginny had one destination in mind. It was the one place Harry got the most satisfaction out of raging in anger . . . Dumbledore's Office. Ginny reminisced with a slight grin at the destruction of Hurricane Harry whenever he raged in Dumbledore's Office.
Ginny knew that this was going to be a big Hurricane too from the magic could feel all the way from the Hospital wing as she approached.
Harry arrived at the open stairwell to see all of the professors standing.
"What's all this about?" asked Ginny as she approached.
"Well, the thing is," began Dumbledore, "I'm not sure if it is safe for me to go up there right now."
Ginny looked up the stairs and then back to him, "Yeah, you're probably right." The end of that sentence was met with a rather loud explosion coming from the office.
"Do you have any idea what Potter is doing up there?" asked a nervous Snape.
"He's raging," said Ginny, "It's just Hurricane Potter, nothing to worry about."
"That's my office, how can you say there is nothing to worry about?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, better up there than down here," said Ginny, "I can still remember the first time Hurricane Potter got to your office. It was right after Sirius died. You sent him up there to wait for you to finish at the Ministry with some details. He wasn't very happy. Lucky for you, at that time Harry couldn't use wandless magic. You were able to repair the damage easily enough."
"You mean this happened more than once?" asked the nervous Headmaster.
"The last time before the fall of Hogwarts he was just starting to grasp wandless magic. That time was a real mess. Of all the wooden furniture you have up there the largest piece that could be found was no larger than a toothpick. Fawkes metal stand was left a melted blob of metal."
"But that stand is meant to withstand the flames of rebirth," protested Albus.
"I'm just telling you what happened. I still don't know how he did that one. Where was I? Oh yeah, he blew a few holes into the side of the castle. We never did discovered what happened to that telescope of yours," said Ginny thoughtfully, "But, none of the paintings were harmed."
Albus swallowed as he looked longingly towards his office . . . his poor, poor office. He truly feared what would be left of it by the time Harry finished with it.
"Don't you think it would be prudent for someone to attempt to calm him down?" asked Severus as another loud explosion rang through the halls.
"What happened to butterball anyway?"
"What?" asked Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall together.
"Fudge," said Ginny as though they should have known what she meant.
"Oh, he's probably delivering the kiss to Crouch Jr. as we speak," said Dumbledore with a frown.
"Ah, speaking of the butter," said Snape with a slight grin at the nickname. He pointed over Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny turned to see the man walking up the hall gleefully with two Aurors and a dementor trailing behind him.
"Where is he Dumbledore?" asked Fudge.
"Who?" asked Dumbledore.
"Harry Potter of course," said Fudge, "I've signed the emergency forms to have the dementor's kissed delivered immediately.
Dumbledore was about to speak when Ginny cut him off. "He's right up those stairs minister," said Ginny pointing to the stair case. She was trying her best not to smile.
The professors were all dumbfounded but Ginny gave them a look that told them to be quite.
"You two wait here," ordered the Minister proudly to the two Aurors. He then escorted the dementor up the stairs.
"Miss Weasley, are you sure that was the wisest thing to . . ." began Snape but he was cut off by a blood curdling shriek and then a very high pitched girly shriek.
The dementor came down the stairs first. Its hood was back and it was simply radiating fear. Then some that looked like an orange whip shot down the stairs wrapping around the neck of the dementor. The whip pulled tight and the dementor 'poofed' into a black cloud leaving only a small pile of black dust behind. The orange whip retreated back up the stairs where a second girlish scream was heard.
The two Aurors seemed to be debating whether or not that she even consider going up those stairs.
"Take my word for it gentlemen," said Ginny, "You don't want to go up those stairs."
The two men swallowed before one spoke, "He gave us orders to wait here and that is exactly what I'm going to do." The second man just nodded with agreement.
The girlish screams continued for nearly an hour before someone came scampering down the stairs. It was a very fat woman wearing very ugly women's undergarments and a very bad make-up job.
"What are you waiting for," screamed the shrill woman, "Go get him."
"Who are you?" asked one of the Aurors being addressed.
"I'm Cornelius Fudge the Minister of Magic," said the woman causing everyone present including Snape to fall to the ground laughing.
"Oh Minister Fudge," said the sickly sweet voice of Rita Skeeter.
Fudge turned just in time for her photographer's flashbulb to catch him in the moment, "If it weren't for this Voldemort Returns mess than I'm sure that would have been front page material."
Fudge grabbed 'her' hair and ripped out handfuls before running off screaming like a banshee.
Dumbledore bent down and picked up a piece of parchment, "Looks like he left behind his order for the dementor's kiss."
Ginny quickly grabbed the paper and set it on fire, "What order?"
"I seem to have forgotten," said Dumbledore as he stared down the two Aurors.
"We have no idea," said the lead Auror.
"Good boys," said Ginny as though she were speaking to a couple of dogs instead of Ministry trained Aurors.
"Albus darling," said Rita happily, "Is Mr. Potter available?"
Just then another explosion from the office above shook the entire castle.
"It'll be a while," said Albus with a slight grimace that was met with another castle shaking explosion.