Hope's End

Chapter Six

First Battle of the Ministry of Magic

"Is everyone prepared?" barked a tall, hooded figure. "Yes, my lord," replied a shorter one, but not that short. "Commanders, report in!" barked the first, again. A figure in the far left of the circle stepped forward, bowed, and said, "10th Battalion, reporting in, sir." He bowed again, and stepped back into the circle. A second figure stepped out, bowed, and said, "11th Battalion reporting in, sir." He bowed, and stepped back into the circle. A third figure stepped out, bowed, and said, "12th Battalion reporting in, sir." He bowed, and stepped back. This continued for a couple more minutes, as 13th, 14th, and 15th Battalions reported in. A seventh figure stepped forward, bowed, and said, "spy, reporting in, sir." The tall hooded figure nodded at the seventh figure, and with a loud CRACK! he Disapparated. "Now we wait for the signal," commanded Lord Voldemort. He smirked, thinking over what was about to happen. It was approximately eight days after the battles at Encampment Delta and Encampment Avada, and Voldemort always gets revenge. Now they were going to be attacking the Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort had ordered all of his Death Eaters to use the Imploding Curse on the building itself, and the Killing Curse on the enemy. He was going to send six battalions, which in total comprised of a hundred and fifty Death Eaters. Plus the Dark Lord himself. Well, not exactly Lord. He had the power of a Dark King, but he had yet to officiate it. 'Damn the Dark Order,' thought Voldemort viciously. They were the only way for Voldemort to claim the title of Dark King. 'Oh well, the power is enough,' thought Voldemort.

O'Connor quietly Apparated next to the phone booth, where the Ministry was located. He quickly stepped in, and punched in the code for it. The doors closed, and a sexy feminine voice said, "hello, please state your name and business and welcome to the English Ministry of Magic." O'Connor looked dubiously at the booth, then said in a clear voice, "Daniel O'Connor, going to rip a hole in the Anti-Apparation wards so that my master, Lord Voldemort can Apparate in with his army of Dark Wizards." The phone beeped, and a badge came flying out of the slot. Daniel caught and turned it over. On it said, Daniel O'Connor, Sabotage. Daniel smirked, and the booth started to descend. Daniel pocketed the badge and flipped his hood off. The booth/elevator deposited him at the entrance of the golden Atrium. He briskly walked past the snoozing security guard, completely ignoring him and stepped onto the elevator. He pressed #9 for the Department of Mysteries, and the elevator began to descend. He reached the bottom without any problems, and stepping out, he took out his wand. He ducked into a locak corner, and began to chant, "Finite Apparatus Ministry of Magic. Finite Apparatus Ministry of Magic. Finite Apparatus Ministry of Magic."

He waited a bit, then heard the wail that sounded throughout the Ministry indicating the wards had fell. He smirked, and pressed his wand to his Dark Mark on his arm. It burned painfully, but Daniel ignored it. His task now done, he Disapparated out of there, only moments before a hundred and fifty Death Eaters plus Lord Voldemort Apparated into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort waited patiently at Headquarters, waiting for the signal. All of a sudden, all the Death Eaters clutched their left arms, then looked to Voldemort. Voldemort stood up, and nodded, and said, "my family! Now is the time! Apparate to the Ministry, and wreak havoc!" All the Death Eaters started to Apparate, and so did Voldemort. With a loud CRACK! he Apparated into the Atrium. Voldemort looked around, grinning evilly, and yelled out one word. "ATTACK!" Voldemort took out his wand as Imploding Curses flew everywhere and hit the walls. The building shook, and the Death Eaters moved toward the elevator. Before they could get near though, the elevator doors opened and Aurors and Ministry workers streamed through. They paused at the sight of all the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Voldemort smirked, aimed his wand at a random Auror and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" A small beam of green light issued from his wand and struck the Auror, killing him instantly. This seemed to waken the Aurors and workers, and they promptly returned fire. The Death Eaters started to fight back, and soon green and red jets of light were flying everywhere. Voldemort then aimed his wand at the security guard and desk, and shouted, "Ut Ingenero!" A purple light with red sparks around out flew out his wand and impacted the desk. The desk imploded, sending shards of metal everywhere, including a ten-footer straight in the guard's chest, killing him instantly and shooting blood everywhere. Suddenly, more Aurors Apparated in the Atrium, and seven were instantly killed by Killing Curses. The Aurors promptly took cover and started to return fire. There were now approximately twenty Aurors and a hundred and forty five Death Eaters now in the Atrium. Suddenly, Voldemort had to erect a quick Shield as a Disarming Charm flew at him. The Disarming Charm dissipated against the Shield harmlessly, and Voldemort turned to see who dare attacked him.

He was faced by that bumbling idiot, Cornelius Fudge. Fudge was currently shaking like mad, and Voldemort decided to end his life. After all, with Fudge gone, a massive power would take place within the Ministry, and that would make his job a lot easier. Voldemort smirked, and hissed, pointing his wand at Fudge, "Verto Crour Oil" A black beam hit Fudge, and he started to scream in agony. Ten seconds later, Fudge lay dead on the floor, with oil pouring out of every orifice in his body. Voldemort smirked, that Curse was one of his favourites. It turned the blood in a person's body to oil. Voldemort distinctly remembered that the Middle East wanted oil, and he decided to retrieve the oil from Fudge's body. He flicked his wand, and all the oil flew to him and collected inside a bottle he had conjured. Voldemort put the bottle away and killed a random Auror with a bored, "Avada Kedavra." He looked around, and noted with satisfaction that his army was pushing back the Aurors. Then with a mighty crack, Albus Dumbledore and his famed Order of the Phoenix Apparated in. The fighting started anew with more energy, and Voldemort himself walked to Dumbledore. "Well, well, well, Dumbledore. So you finally show up after twenty minutes of hardcore action. What took you, too scared to fight?" taunted Voldemort. Dumbledore calmly turned towards Voldemort and spoke with a calm voice, "don't worry Tom, I was merely planning your eventual defeat." Voldemort grew enraged at the use of his filthy Muggle's name and shouted, pointing his wand at Dumbledore, "PARA ANIQUILA!" A giant beam of blood red light exploded out of Voldemort's wand and rocketed toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore brought up his wand and yelled back, "PROTEGO MAXIMUS!" A golden shield flared up around Dumbledore, and the Curse hit the Shield. A deep gong sounded throughout the room, and Dumbledore's Shield cracked. Voldemort then chucked a Killing Curse at him, "Avada Kedavra!" and Dumbledore had to leap out of the way. The Curse struck another Auror, and Dumbledore turned angrily to Voldemort. He cancelled the shield, and pointing his wand at Voldemort, yelled, "Sorakth!" A blue light issued out of Dumbledore's wand, and Voldemort simply smacked it away. "Is that the best you can do, old man?" taunted Voldemort. Dumbledore actually seemed to growl, and pointed his wand back toward Voldemort. "Bring it on, old man!" yelled Voldemort.

Meanwhile, at the Dark Order's Headquarters...

"Satesh, report!" barked the Emperor. Satesh stood up and said, "sir, all the divisions are ready to go." The Emperor nodded, and said, "good, dispatch them at once! And remember, no harming the Aurors or Phoenix agents." Satesh nodded, and swept out of the room. The Emperor sighed, hoping they would be able to beat back Voldemort's forces. His ranks were swelling each day, and he feared that a World War would break out. The first Magical World War, no less. He sighed, and went back to brooding.

Back at the MoM...

Voldemort and Dumbledore were duelling fiercely, but it was clear that Voldemort was winning. Abruptly, there were several more cracks, and Voldemort had to dodge several Killing Curses. Voldemort looked around angrily, trying to find who would dare to Avada Kedavra him. He spotted about fourty black cloaked people with red stripes, and hissed, seriously hacked off. The Dark Order was NOT going to ruin this. He pointed his wand where the Dark Order agents were, and doing a complicated wand movement, roared, "UT SENIUM VELOCITER!"

All the fighting stopped at this, to see a seriously gigantic jet of a mix of grey and black light roar toward the Dark Order agents. Some of the agents saw what was coming and dived out of the way. The other thirty three weren't so lucky. The Curse hit them, and they fell to the floor, moaning and screaming in agony. Right before everyone's eyes, their bodies were decaying at a rapid pace. Soon only a skeleton was left. Everyone then turned back to Voldemort, looking with various degrees of emotion; Horror, from the Aurors and Phoenix agents, disgust from the Ministry workers, and awe and even delight from the Death Eaters. 'That will show them. NO ONE MESSES WITH LORD VOLDEMORT!..Well, hopefully it will soon be King Voldemort. Hehehhe.' thought Voldemort. Dumbledore yelled something Voldemort couldn't make out, so he threw another Killing Curse at Dumbledore. He sidestepped it, only to be hit by a Cruciatus. He fell to the floor screaming, and Voldemort was laughing maniacally. Voldemort lifted the curse, and said, "too painful, old man?"

Dumbledore shakily stood up, then shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!" A giant blast of red light roared from Dumbledore's wand and raced toward Voldemort, who hurriedly muttered, "Protego!" The Disarming Charm attacked the Shield, which held. Voldemort smirked as the Charm dissipated.

Dumbledore sagged for a moment, then suddenly stood sprightly then before, and shouted out, "REDUCTO!" Voldemort ducked it, and the Curse flew overhead and impacted against that damnable pathetic statue of the Centaur, House-Elf and Witch. The statue exploded, yet again.

"Well well well. Who would have thought that the great Albus Dumbledore likes to destroy Ministry property?" taunted Voldemort. He smirked victoriously, and screamed out, pointing his wand at Dumbledore,

"AVADA KEDAV-" He was suddenly cut off yet again as literally hundreds of thousands of cracks echoed throughout the Atrium. Voldemort looked up to see hundreds of Aurors and Hit Wizards, and what looked like French and German Aurors as well. Voldemort looked on with disbelief as American and Canadian Aurors arrived. Voldemort instantly knew he was outnumbered at least 200 to 1, and yelled out, "DEATH EATERS RETREAT! BACK TO BASE!" The Death Eaters promptly Disapparated, all of them managing to escape. Voldemort looked around. He was totally surrounded, and at wand-point.

"Give up, Voldemort. There is no way to escape now," said Dumbledore tiredly, still pointing his wand at Voldemort. Voldemort simply smirked, and raised his wand skyward and yelled, "MORSMORDRE!" The eerie Dark Mark floated up as Voldemort Disapparated with a giant CRACK! Everyone groaned as Voldemort escaped yet again, and began tending to the wounded and dead.

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Daily Prophet

December 2nd, 1996,

Daisy Martin

"BATTLE AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC!"

That's right people! Just this morning, a force of about a hundred and fifty Death Eaters plus Lord Voldemort himself actually Apparated into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, and began to total the place! When Aurors arrived, all hell broke loose! Fighting was going strong, and when it seemed the Aurors started to lose, Albus Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix Apparated in and the fighting began anew! However, it seemed it still wasn't enough as Death Eaters and Voldemort alike blasted and killed Aurors and Phoenix members. However, right at that moment, agents of the Dark Order Apparated in to help the Ministry!

Unfortunatly, Voldemort seems to have an anger management problem and launched a near-Unforgivable, the Decaying Curse at the group, and all but three were killed! The heavy fighting continued for two more hours, when, to the surprise of many, German, French, American and Canadian Aurors Apparated in! At this, Voldemort and his cronies fled, but not before marking the ceiling of the Atrium with the ghostly Dark Mark. Ministry deaths are at a rumoured all time high, three hundred and above! A confirmed rumor that twenty Phoenix members are dead, and people are guessing that fifty Death Eaters died. Albus Dumbledore is in St. Mungo's recovering from a Cruciatus Curse from Voldemort, and the Dark Lord himself appeared to have no injury. I am really hoping that this will be the last major battle for awhile, simply because Christmas is coming up and I do want some family time.

A/N: Well, thats this chapter! This chapter is also dedicated to Quillian who reviewed all my chapters! Cya next time, peeps!