Hope's End

Chapter Nine

Seperation

The deadly beam of death flew on, unimpeded, through the air, until it hit a tree trunk where it promptly exploded, sending shards of wood everywhere. Voldemort looked dumbstruck, and he looked at the spot where Albus Dumbledore was mere seconds ago. Then he looked to the right, where Dumbledore was now standing, although shaking.

"H...ho..how did you dodge that!?" screamed Voldemort in fury. Dumbledore smiled a bit, and replied, "it's called the Switching Spell, dear Tommy. I simply switched places with a blade of grass." Voldemort was thunderstruck. Then he snapped back to reality and fired a smaller Dark Mark into the sky. The Death Eaters immediately stopped what they were doing and proceeded to Apparate away.

"Mark my words, Dumbledore, this may be our first loss, but Britain shall pay the price!" hissed Voldemort, as he threw an Explosion Curse at Dumbledore and Disapparated. Dumbledore simply grinned and Switched places with the Curse. The Curse harmlessly flew on, unimpeded, and collided with the ground, creating a massive BANG and sending smoke, fire, grass, dust and chunks of the ground everywhere. Dumbledore then slumped. 'This has been a very hard battle, and Tom is growing stronger each day.' Thought Dumbledore. Then another thought occured to him, one which made him very sad. He had used the Unforgivables, repeatedly.

The air was rank with fear. It was two days after the disaster at Encampment Silvertongue, and now the Death Circle were convening for the first time since it. Everyone in the Circle could see Voldemort was furious, but this time, he was beyond furious, beyond enraged, and definitely beyond incensed. This was a whole new level of anger. Abruptly, Voldemort stood up, and began to speak.

"I have considered the past few days very carefully," hissed Voldemort. The Death Eaters looked half-afraid, half-curious.

"Considering our defeat at Silvertongue, I have developed a plan of revenge. This revenge will not only swell our ranks dramatically, but it will deal a harsh blow to the United Kingdom." Voldemort finished, smirking. Now that the Death Eaters were sure that Voldemort wasn't going to kill one of them, they looked rather curious, but Voldemort did not elaborate, and dismissed them.

After the Death Eaters left, Voldemort retired to his study, where he sat down at a desk and began to draft a letter to the Irish Minister.

"Dear Johnathon O'Lennoth,

I am writing to you to offer you to join my army. I am also offering Ireland to cast off its shackles of bondage from Britain, and join the Death Eaters. The Death Eater cause is very noble one, as we are trying to rid the world of evil and filth. Should you accept my offer, I will arrive at Dublin at eleven oh clock PM on December 20th. Should you choose to decline both my offers, then my Death Eaters and I will raze every single Irish city to the ground and kill every single Irish citizen. Resistance is futile. Choose wisely.

Signed,

Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort signed his name with a flourish, then folded the letter and put it in a black and green envelope. Then he tapped his wand against it, sealing it with the Dark Mark. Voldemort then pointed his wand at the envelope, and muttered a quick word. The envelope vanished with a bright light, and Voldemort drifted off to sleep.

John O'Lennoth sat at his desk, in the Irish Ministry of Magic, late at night. He had just received a very startling letter from none other than Lord Voldemort, and he had offered John an excuse to seperate from the UK. For years since the war of Grindelwald, Ireland had been treated harshly by the British Ministry, because some of their Aurors were captured by the Brits, and revealed to be Deathdancers, what they called Grindelwald's agents back then. Ever since then, the British have repeatedly mistreated and looked down on Ireland ever since. The Irish were quickly growing tired of it, and John had been seriously considering war before the letter arrived. Now John had the perfect ally. John then made his decision, and replied back in the affirmative to Voldemort. He quickly stood up after sending off the letter, and went down to the Department of Law Enforcement. He stepped out of the lift, and knocked on the door of the head. A minute later the door opened to reveal a very beautiful looking woman there. The woman beckoned John in and sat at her desk, crossing her milky white legs, looking at John with a curious expression and asked, "what's up, John?"

John seemed to snap out of his trance and grinned brightly at the Witch.

"Guess what Kate!" replied John excitedly to the Head of Law Enforcement. Kate cocked her head, and responded sarcastically, "Huh, let me see...are we going to war with Britain?" John simply continued to grin, although it grew brighter. Kate widened her eyes in disbelief, and exclaimed, "seriously!?" John nodded his head rapidly and said, "I received a letter from Lord Voldemort just ten minutes, asking me to join his Death Eater army, and seperate from the UK. I accepted, of course." Kate squealed happily, and jumped off the desk and ran forwards to hug John. John hugged her back, and was quite aware of her C-cup breasts pushing against him, and also aware of his growing erection. Kate giggled and disengaged the hug, still grinning at him sexily. "That's great John! I'll go mobilize our forces now!" And with that, Kate Flooed out of there. Only one though ran through John's mind. '...Damn it! I was sure I was about to score. Damn that cock-tease.' John simply slumped, and walked back out.

Voldemort was awoken by a bright flash. He straightened up, and looked down at his desk. Sitting there was a small note. It read:

"Dear Master,
here is a copy of the document.

Signed,

Johnathon O'Lennoth, Irish Minister of Magic."

Attached to the note was a scroll. Voldemort unrolled it, and it said,

"Due to a uniaminous (spelling?) vote in the Irish House of Commons, we have hereby decided to seperate from the Magical United Kingdom. Also immediately thereafter, we have voted on the matter, and Ireland declares a state of war against Britain.

Good day." Voldemort leaned back into his chair and smirked. He now had a country under his full control.

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December 16th, 1996

Daisy Martin

"IRELAND SEPERATES FROM WIZARDING UNITED KINGDOM AND DECLARES WAR!"

In an astounding press conference yesterday with Minister Weasley, it was revealed to us that he had received a disturbing letter from Minister O'Lennoth. It seems that, impossible as it sounds, the entire country of Ireland has joined the Death Eaters, forcibly seperated from the United Kingdom, and declared war on it! This is a terrible blow to Britain, and I can only hope that the Minister will do something about this. Unfortunately, when I questioned him, he yelled in a confident voice, and I quote, "If Ireland wants war, then they'll get war!" It is now my personal opinion, that between fighting the Dark Order and Death Eaters, now Ireland, that the Ministry will be very stretched during this war, and I fear that it will soon collapse if something is not done. This is Daisy Martin, reporting from the Ministry of Magic.

A/N: Another chapter completed...