Hope's End

by Dark Armies

Following the complete destruction of Light resistance in England, and the annihilation of all major Muggle cities in England, Voldemort prepares for the invasion of France. But is he ready to fight the Muggles as well? Who would have thought that World W

4. Chapter III: First Strike

A/N: Hello, and welcome to the third installment of DMEWPSOM! In THIS chapter, things get violent. Really violent.

Dark Magic, Evil Wizards and Powerful Spells Oh My!

Chapter Three

First Strike

It was a couple of months after the traitor's demise. The Death Eaters ranks grew everyday, and Voldemort had rewarded Macnair's efforts with three thousand Galleons and a boost of magical power. How Voldemort got three thousand Galleons, nobody knew, except Voldemort himself. In fact, all he had done was rob every single magical bank in the world except Gringotts, then used a Time-Turner and do it ten more times. The result? Over a trillion Galleons. Of course, approximately 100,000,000 had been spent in his first reign, but that barely put a dent in it. Lord Voldemort was a VERY rich man. After all, why do you think the Malfoys are so well off?

Anyways, Voldemort had called this meeting of special importance.

"My family! Today is a very special day! Do you know what day it is?!" roared Voldemort. The Death Eaters shifted in excitement. "Macnair, please tell us what day is today!" yelled Voldemort. He was just as excited as the rest of them. Macnair stepped eagerly forward and said, "today is the day we strike back at the Mudbloods and Mudblood-lovers!" enthused Macnair.

"That's right! Today, today, at ten to midnight, on this wonderful day, the world will FEAR US AGAIN!" roared Voldemort with excitement.

11:45 PM, Diagon Alley, October 31st

The quiet silence in Knockturn Alley was very quiet, except for some insect noises. All the stores were closed, with no humans in sight. Then, suddenly, a man appeared on the road. It was as if he just popped out of the ground, silently. But this was not just any man. He was a tall man. A tall, hooded and cloaked man. A tall, hooded and cloaked man with slits for eyes, like a snake, which were the color of blood. This man's name was Lord Voldemort, and everything from his name to his appearance was unwelcome here, even in Knockturn Alley.

He stood silently for a couple of moments, and then, more figures silently appeared, encircling him, protective and weary of the shadows around them. For ten minutes, over two hundred cloaked and hooded figures Apparated into Knockturn Alley. At 11:55 PM, the Death Eaters stepped outside into Diagon Alley, where everything was also closed. At 11:59 PM, two hundred Death Eaters were in two rows along the sides of the stores, and Lord Voldemort stood in the middle by a fountain.

At midnight, Voldemort raised his wand, pointed it skyward, and roared, "MORSMORDRE!" A ghastly, green and silver shadow of a skull with a serpent for a tongue curling around it floated to the sky. It was huge. That was the Death Eaters cue. As one, they started to fire spells everywhere. Voldemort pointed his wand at Ollivander's and intoned, "Inflammare!" A dark liquid shot out of his wand and coated the outside of Ollivander's. He walked to the door, unlocked it, and repeated the spell on the inside. Then he walked back out, took a couple of steps away from it, and hissed, "Incendio!" A small ember shot out of his wand and connected with the oil on the shop. The effect was instantaneous. In seconds, the whole shop was going up in flames.

Then he spread his wand in a wide arc horizontally, facing some three random stores, and said, "Implodoruc!" And the three stores imploded, with glass and shrapnel flying everywhere.

Voldemort looked round. Over half of Diagon Alley was on fire, and just now the inhabitants were starting to wake up. Suddenly, there was an explosion, and two Death Eaters flew out of the bookstore. Ten wizards followed them and started to shoot Stunners everywhere.The Death Eaters promptly returned fire.. "Avada Kedavra!" shouted most of the Death Eaters, but some of them used the Cruciatus as well. Three bodies hit the ground, dead, five hit the ground, screaming their heads off in extreme pain, and two dived behind some debris and took cover. Voldemort smirked, and released a Killing Curse of his own, instantly killing one of the persons on the ground, screaming. By now, more wizards and witches were coming out and dueling with the Death Eaters.

However, Voldemort's forces far outnumbered the pathetic resistance, and they realized that. After a couple of minutes of dueling, the survivors Apparated out. Or tried to, anyways. Unknown to everyone else, Voldemort had cast an anti-apparation field around Diagon Alley, but not Knockturn. As soon as the Light wizards realized this, they put up a bit more fight, but surrendered after more of were murdered.. Voldemort grinned nastily and said, "Round them up and bind them, and dump them in the square." By now, not one building was not in flames, and over half of them had collapsed.

Finally, there were finished. The Death Eaters marched the bound prisoners to the square, where Voldemort conjured a raised platform. "All prisoners, please line up on this stage," said Voldemort pleasantly. Some of the prisoners had trouble going up, as they were shaking with insane amounts of terror. All of them were crying. Voldemort grinned with sadism. Using complex Dark Magic, he sent an early wake-up call to all of magical Britain. Every magical person would now be awake, as a blaring horn sounded in their ears. Magically, of course.

Then he waved his wand, and a large screen appeared before them, like a camera. Voldemort faced the large screen, and said, "Hello, fellow wizards and witches!" This is how it worked. A large screen had appeared in front of every magical person in Britain above the age of eleven, and the picture in it was Voldemort. Kind of like magical TV. The screen panned out, showing not only Voldemort, but the thirty or so prisoners, bound and gagged, and Diagon Alley in flames and ruins. Voldemort could only imagine their reactions. "Welcome, to the first episode of your worst nightmare!" Voldemort continued. "Today, or should I say tonight, my Death Eaters and I happily ravaged and razed Diagon Alley! Not only that, but we have managed to capture thirty very terrified prisoners for our enjoyment. Now, I think I know a fitting punishment for being in our way," Voldemort said. And with that, he pointed his wand at the first person, and executed him with the Killing Curse. For the next five minutes, almost everyone in the Wizarding World who lived in England watched the execution of thirty innocents.

After the mass execution was done, Voldemort led his Death Eaters back into Knockturn Alley, and ordered them back to HQ. Then he turned back to the smoking ruins of Diagon Alley, and pointed his wand skywards, and intoned, "Morsmordre!" A second, smaller Dark Mark floated upwards, and Voldemort Disapparated out of what was once Diagon Alley.

A/N: Well, there you go! Chapter three. Sigh. And I still only have one reviewer, my lord and master, kraeg001. I express deepest sympathies at his story getting removed by Superspike that fing csucker. Lets hope he burns in HELL.

P.S. REVIEW GOD DAMNIT!