Disclaimer: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does... and i bow to her. Please don't sue me... i'm poor. All original characters are JK Rowlings' and they do not in any way shape or form belong to me. All i own is the plot. Ok, cool. Enjoy

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Suprise Attack

Dumbledor and Granger never got the chance to respond to Malfoy's well thought out, obviously heart felt speech. Within mer seconds after malfoy stopped talking a large explosion rocked through out the Ministry of Magic and terrorfied screaming resounded through its walls.

Hermione jumped to her feet, her assertive and commanding nature kicking into high gear for the second time that day, "Professor, I want you to leave, go to the secret head quarters. I'll take care of things here." she promised as she whipped out her wand and headed for the door.

Malfoy jumped to his feet, "Granger, I'll go-"

"No Malfoy, you'll come with me, this is not your fight. You'll only serve as a distraction for Hermione." Dumbledor interrupted, taking Malfoy's arm and with a short look at Hermione, they apperated.

Hermione readied several curses and counter curses in her mind automatically before turning the handle of the door and stepping out.

"Miss Granger! Thank God! Its the Death Eaters, they're inside the Ministry. They are distroying it!" a young girl by the name of Gretchen, maybe only 19 years old informed Hermione.

"Do you know how many?" Hermione asked.

"A small army... maybe 30 that I've seen so far, in the building I mean. There are more outside, guarding our escape."

"Good work Gretchen. Now apperate to Hogsmeade and go to Hogwarts. You'll be safe there."

Hermione sighed. This battle didn't look promising. She was suprised that they were attacking the Ministry so soon. They weren't prepared for the attack. What was worse was that the Ministry had sent over 80 percent of the Aurors on missions to various known Death Eater hide outs, leaving her with just a skeleton crew, and a poor, inexperienced one at that. Most of the Aurors there were new and had virtually no experence with face to face combat with Dark Wizards... Death Eaters.

It was a decision she made even before she reached the edges of the battle ground. Retreat, it was their only availible option. She wouldn't be responsible for their deaths.

It was horrible. The smell of burning flesh, the sight of lifeless, stiff bodies. The agonized screams of witches and wizards on both sides. The angry shouts of Death and immobilization curses filled the battle scene with a vengence.

She systematically found every Auror, dead and alive, and sent them to Hogwarts, via her charmed portkey braclet. Dodging curse after curse, repelling more dark magic than one witch could possibly ever fathom, and after using counter curses and spells of her own, it took more than 15 minutes before she was finally hit. It wasn't a curse or a spell, but for some reason something hard and sharp hit her in the head and it fazed her enough to let a small circle of Death Eaters surround her before realizing she was in trouble.

"The Master will reward us for killing this Mudblood." one person behind a black cloak growled in sick anticipation.

"Potter's best friend! Yes, the Master will be very pleased." another Death Eater commented.

Hermione was worried, but only for about a second before common sense kicked in and she murmered an curse at a the closest Dark Wizard, then ducked as all 8 Death Eaters shouted the ultimate killing curse. She dove to the ground and let out a small laugh when they all managed to kill each other. Death Eaters, althought strong with Dark Magic, could be rather stupid at times.

By the time she reached the last Auror she was dirty, smelly, and incredibly weak with little energy... not to mention the various wounds she had recieved from flying materials. And just by herself she had killed and cursed over half of the small Death Eater army.

Knowing that any important papers and artifacts had been transferred out of the Ministry, Hermione felt that it was time for her to take her leave. She apparated to Hogsmade and jumped onto a Thestral that waited for her to show up so it could take her to Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron met her by the front gates, along with an escort of eight Aurors, just in case.

"That was bloody brilliant, Hermione!"Ron grinned and lifted her off the Thestral and carried her in his rather musclar arms.

"A little help would have been appreciated." Hermione growled good naturally at her best friends.

"Sorry we weren't there, 'Mione. We just got word from Dumbledor. He swore you would be fine." Harry spoke softly, apologetically. "You know how much I would have loved to be with you, killing Death Eaters."

"Yeah, besides, the entire male population of Hogwarts is in love with you now. Its not everyday they get to see one of they're favorite teachers in action." Ron's grin kept getting wider and wider, his pride in Hermione evident on his face. He was sutibly impressed with his best friend.

Hermione rolled her eyes and decided that she needed a long recouperating nap. She rested her head on her best friends chest and fell asleep, trusting her friends to bring her to the medical bay, to watch over her.

Draco Malfoy was livid. Nobdy made his decisions for him, not the Dark Lord and definatly not the pure hearted Dumbledor. While he logically understood that it was forthe greater good, the more childish part of him resented it. The more honorable part of him demanded that he at least attempt to try and help Hermione Granger.

"Bring me back, Dumbledor! She's outnumbered and you know it!" Malfoy snarled, pacing inside of the Headmaster chambers in Hogwarts.

Dumbledor caught the attention of the old Headmaster, Phineas, who lived in a paining, "Phineas, find Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. Their presence is needed at Hogwarts immediatly." he spoke quickly, firmly.

Malfoy stepped infront of Dumbledor and blocked his path. "She'll need help-she can't take down a Death Eater army on her own!"

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger can take care of herself, contrary to your belief. She won't give her life away easily, but she won't leave without a darn good fight!" Dumbledor assured Malfoy.

"Fine," Malfoy snarled in blind rage. He stalked to the door and tore it open, "if she gets killed, its on your head, old man."

He stormed though the halls and left the castle at a dead run. He needed to run. He needed to get out of the confines of the castle, away from people, away from madness.

Once he was back in his wolf form, Malfoy felt immensly better. Stress and anger slid off him in less time than it took to say Slytherin. He ran into the Forbidden Forest with a long, soulful howl. Tonight he would invite a pack to run with him.

"My Lord, the plan is in motion. the Ministry of Magic is no more, sire," a soft male voice spoke from the group of 20 Death Eaters- all that remained from the 50 that had originally attacked the Ministry.

"That is indeed good news, Mr. Flint. Althought, when you last left my presence, there were 50 Death Eaters at your back... I see less than half of that with you. Where are the rest of them, Marcus?" the Dark Lord spoke in a low snake-like hiss.

Marcus Flint dropped to his knee's, "Please sire, there were heavy casualties, there was nothing I could do," he wimpered at the sight of the Dark Lord's wand, "Draco Malfoy was spotted sire!" he yelled in a desperate attempt to save his life.

The Dark Lord lowered his wand, "Though you're stupidness despleases me greatly Marcus Flint, this information has saved your wretched soul."

TBC...