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Hell Raiser: The Pact

By: K.L. Bloodfang

Chapter 13: The Final Battle: The Demise of the Ministry of Magic

It was a calm, quiet night at the Ministry of Magic. The skies were clear and the moon and stars shone with a brightness that made everything seem beautiful, yet somewhat threatening. But even with such a beautiful night, an air of foreboding could be felt through out the Ministry; its employees wanting to leave as fast as they could.

Only one wizard seemed immune to the sensation of dread: the Minister himself, Cornileus Fudge. He and his assistant, Percy Weasley, had been working non-stop for weeks trying their best to find out the whereabouts of either the Dark Lord Voldemort, or the Wizard Hunter Permafrost, but nothing had come up for months. Percy slammed his fist on the Ministers desk out of rage, startling the Minister.

"What was that, Percival!" yelled the surprised Minister.

"We've been searching for them for months and nothing! They both disappeared! Not a single Death Eater attack or gruesome wizard murdered in months! I'm not saying is a bad thing, but how can we captured any of them if they completely vanish from the face of the Earth! How can we make them pay for their hideous crimes if they are not around! They are many wizards out there wanting their blood and I'm one of them!" answered the hysterical Percy.

"I know that you're upset, Percival. Permafrost murdered your family and your anger is understandable, but getting mad like that is not going to help us find them; we have to be patient and wait for them to make a move. It's the only way to find them."

"I know, Minister, I know."

"Come look at the Moon; that always relaxes me."

Both the Minister and his assistant walked towards the office's window. The beautiful, prefect, bright skies had changed. The star seemed to have been swallowed by the night; not a single one shone anymore. The moon had changed to a crimson-red colored, making everything shine in an eerie light. The Minister looked uneasily at Percy.

"Tell me, Percival. Do you know what Muggles say about a Blood-Red Moon?"

"No, sir. What do they say about it?"

"Muggles identify a Blood-Red Moon as an omen of Death. To them a moon like this one would signify a large bloodbath. I believe something will happen tonight, Percival, so get ready."

"Yes, Minist..."

A blood-curdling scream interrupted Percy. He and the Minister ran towards the place the sound originated. Cold laughter was also heard, sending shivers down the wizards' spines. They arrived at the Hall, were they met face-to-face with the ones they had been searching.

"PERMAFROST!" yelled Percy, quickly taking his wand. The Ice Prince stood in front of the Fountain of Magical Bethren, holding something heave-looking in his arms. 'Frost looked at him and the Minister lazily, before dropping the lifeless body of the Ministry security guard. Percy just stared with horror as the cold-hearted demon put his hand on the corpse's body and took out his heart.

"What some?" Permafrost asked to Percy with a smile, but no answer escaped the wizard's mouth. "I'll take that as a 'no'. Oh well, suit yourself." The Ice Prince bit into his meal, blood splashing the petrified Percy in the face. After licking his fingers clean, Frost finally gave his complete attention to the newcomers.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Minister of Magic himself and his little sidekick. Exactly who I wanted to see."

"What are you doing here, you murderer!" yelled Percy.

"You flatter me, Percy. Yes, Percival Weasley; the last of his kind. Tell me, how does it feel to be all alone? What do you feel, knowing that the last thing you ever told your parents was that you didn't want to be a Weasley anymore? All because you didn't want to believe Voldemort was back, stronger than before."

"SHUT UP! YOU MURDERED MY FAMILY AND SO MANY OTHERS! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT! You don't stand a chance! They're two of us and only one of you!"

"Who ever said I was alone, Percival?" said Frost, smirking. All of the sudden, the walls of the Hall exploded into a fiery inferno. The fire blazed brightly as the Ministry workers gathered at the scene, curious at what was happening. Suddenly, the flames turn icy blue and the sound of feet marching and wings flapping were heard. Vampires, werewolves and Death Eaters advanced inside while the roaring dragons soared over them. Four ridden dragons landed brutally in front of the Minister, their riders jumping from them and landing gracefully on the ground. The Dark Lord smiled wickedly at the Minister Fudge.

"I believe we out-number YOU, Percival. You will be reunited with your family very shortly!" said Permafrost, still smirking at the horrorified assistant.

"I see you have met my Heir, Fudge. Good. All of you! Look at this place one last time, for it will be the last thing you will ever see", said the Dark Lord at the terrified wizards and witches. Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it towards the frightened wizards while the Dragon, Werewolf and Vampire Lords took out there swords.

"ATTACK!"

The hoards of bloodlust, savage men charged into battle. The Ministry workers ran for their lives, but it was to no avail. Permafrost had frozen all the exits and the entire Floo Network, making it impossible to leave the place. For Permafrost, it was a beautiful sight: the werewolves were shredding their victims down to nothing; the vampires were draining them of their precious life's blood; the Death Eaters were torturing them, their deafening screams and earsplitting shrieks creating a majestic symphony for him; the dragons were stomping them and tearing them limb from limb before scorching them still alive, their cries adding the glorious Sonata of Death.

Blood stained the once beautiful and pristine dark wood floors and dripped from the previously peacock-blue ceiling, now crimson red. The Fountain of Magical Bethren once again lay crumbled on the ground. The smell of burning human flesh and death, along with the never ending Concerto of Demise filled the air. Fudge and Percy could do nothing as they stared frozen at the butchery and carnage before them. They watch transfixed as their kind was slaughter like animals by the creatures they once hunted.

"How does it feel to see your kind being murdered for nothing?" Lord Alpha asked Fudge.

"This makes no sense! Stop this!" pleaded the Minister.

"No! You will watch as your people are killed for nothing, just like you wizards have been doing to us for centuries!" yelled Lord Azarius.

"At least let Percival go! He doesn't deserve any of this! Hell, none of them deserve this!" implored Fudge.

"What? And let him miss the show? I don't think so! Beside, not one of the creatures you ever killed deserved death! You started to decimate our kind just because a few lost control. That also happens to your kind and we didn't kill them! You two will be the last to die, you will stare helpless as my dragons have their fun." said Lord Scourge.

The senseless genocide continued until the early hour of the morning before sunrise. The armies stood in a knee-deep river of gore, their savage instincts finally satisfied. Only the sound of burning fire and the occasional sob from the hostages were heard. Voldemort and Permafrost walked to them, the Dark Lord with his wand in his hand and the Ice Prince with his demonic blade, the Hell Raiser.

"Now, wasn't that fun? I truly enjoyed listening to every one of their last breaths, didn't you Percy? You know, this was very similar to the way your family died: the screaming and shrieking and last gasp of air before life escaped their dying bodies. But don't worry, you won't suffer much longer, you die now!" Permafrost plunged his sword down Percival's throat, the swords magic disintegrating his body from the inside out. Cornileus Fudge watch perplexed and frightened as his assistant became nothing more than a pile dust. He then stared defeated and scared at the Dark Lord.

"Do not worry, Minister, I won't let you suffer so much. I prefer to kill you the old-fashion way. AVADRA KEDAVRA!"

Fudge's lifeless body floated down the River of Blood. Voldemort then smiled at his Heir and put his arm on the cold one's shoulder. They looked outside, were the first rays of sun were beginning to rise. Permafrost stood in front of his Father and smiled at him.

"It has been done. No one can stand in the Dark One's way know. I must thank you, Father, for following my advice. You have made my day."

"Good. I'm glad you are happy." said Voldemort, hugging his Heir.

"There is one thing I must say, though." commented Permafrost, still in the embrace.

"What is it?" asked the Dark Lord bewildered.

"Long live the Ice King.", whispered Permafrost, stabbing the Dark Lord in the back.

The Dark Lord sank closer to his death, as Permafrost sneered at him.

"Your grew soft, that was your downfall. You trusted me to much. Oh well, I guess the prophecy came true after all. Yes, Tom, I am, or should I say, was Harry Potter. See you in Hell." The sun finally rose above the heavens as the Dark Lord gave his last breath.

Well, people that's it for this chapter. Next one will be the last, for the first part that is. See ya next week!

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K.L. Bloodfang, the self-proclaimed Queen of Psychos