The Beginning Of His Downfall

Harry and Ron were running down the corridor leading to the lifts as soon as the Patronus had exploded drawing their wands as they ran. They could already hear the screams and bangs coming from the Atrium beneath them. Harry slammed his hand into the call button, while Ron was bent over panting slightly.

"Why, did he attack so many places at once," Ron gasped. "Why didn't he attack the ministry with all of his Death Eaters?"

"I don't know why," Said Harry still pummelling the call button. "I do know that this is the best time to capture him. If we don't get him now we probably never will."

At that moment the lift came jangling and clattering into view and Harry dashed in followed by Ron now hitting the Atrium button.

The lift was agonizingly slow and each floor brought them closer to the commotion as it got louder.

Eventually it stopped at a floor completely different from the atrium Harry had crossed only an hour or so ago. Dust hung like a dense fog over everything, while the polished wood floor was barely visible under a half foot of water. But the water was not see through, it was tinged brown and red with several ripped body parts floating about inside. An eyeball here, a disembodied foot there. The water came from where the fountain had been. Repeat had been. All that was left was a pipe spewing water out of it and there was no sign of his statue. But all the flashes and explosions and shouting came from the other end of the hall by the fireplaces. There amidst many mutilated bodies was a man fighting four Aurors at once. He could only be one person. Mr. D, the leader of the Death Eaters. Harry ran at him without thinking shooting curse after curse at him with Ron just behind him shooting all the jinxes he could think of. They were all meant to hit the figure in the pile of human remains, but none hit their target. Mr. D merely glanced at the spells and made a sweeping movement with his wand. All four Aurors were sent flying, two got buried into a wall; the third hit the ceiling and then fell to the floor never to move again. But the unlucky fourth one sailed right into the path of all Harry and Ron's spells and got hit by every single one. I won't say what happened to him; lets just say he was identified later on as a large body organ.

The Death Eater turned looking utterly relaxed and when he saw who it was grinned, it was not an evil grin. It was the grin of one who held all the cards and wandering which card to play next.

As Harry and Ron approached cautiously he bowed mockingly. This close they could see him clearly for the first time. He was not much taller than Harry was but he gave off an aurora of power that made Ron feel very small. A raven sat on his shoulder with a symbol on its black chest. It was of a wing that curled into smoke or wind. He had very dark brown hair almost black and although he looked barely eighteen his eyes held an intelligence that made him look much older. There were no marks or blemishes upon him or his clothes, but on his hand was the symbol. The kite split in 4 and chains coming off it and a circle in the middle.

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I wondered when you would show up. You missed the party." He spoke in a matter of fact voice, looking around at the devastation. "You defeated Voldermort, Harry." Now staring straight at him. "The entire magical world will want you to defeat me as well. The question is, Can you? We shall see. En Garde."

At these last words he brandished his wand at Harry and Ron shooting a silvery burst of light at them, which barely missed them forcing them in opposite directions. Harry rolled around Mr. D pointing his wand at him.

BANG!

Harry found himself flying through the air before he could even think of an incantation landing in the water several yards away. For a moment he was too dazed to do anything, then the remains of a brain floated past. Disgust gave him the strength to stand up and looking around he saw Ron and Mr. D fighting. The raven had vanished from his shoulder and was circling them. He started running towards them but he was too late. Ron had just fended off an attack with a shield charm but the force of Mr. D's spell pushed his wand out of the way. At once, quick as lightning, Mr. D grabbed Ron's wand while the other hand grabbed his throat lifting him into the air. He then slammed Ron into the wall that at on once sucked him in leaving only an eye and his large nose to be seen. Mr. D then spun round to Harry.

"Stupefy."

A jet of red light shot right towards Mr. D who caused the floor in front of him to rip up and block the spell sending splinters everywhere.

"Protego" Harry yelled causing the splinters to stop in mid air before him.

Mr. D then waved his wand at something Harry couldn't see.

Harry then shot the last spell of the duel.

"Stupefy."

Another jet of red light shot towards Mr. D but he merely sidestepped it and before Harry could draw breath something grabbed him by the neck. Looking round he saw the large golden statue of himself holding him. The golden Harry then lifted him up by the neck and slammed him into the wall next to all that could be seen of Ron. But he didn't sink into the wall like Ron instead his golden self, carried on choking him and although he still held his wand he couldn't find the strength to lift it let alone say a spell.

Mr. D paced towards him grinning his in control smile while the raven landed on his shoulder again.

"It seems I'm the victor. Rather disappointing really. I had hoped for something better from you. Ah well can't be helped. I would of liked for you to of died last mourning for your friends. I suppose I'll to kill you now. Goodbye Harry Potter." He raised his wand.

"NO!"

The raven gave a cry of warning.

From out of the lifts ran Kingsley Shacklebolt his wand drawn and aiming for Mr. D who turned unsurprised.

"Ah, Minister. Here to save…" He never got further as he had to dodge a curse sent from Kingsley.

"I say how vulgar." Dodging another spell.

"Fine, if you want to die so fast."

Mr. D raised his wand.

Harry struggled but the statue had frozen while choking him.

Mr. D brought the wand swooping down like a cricket bowler. There was a flash of orange light. Kingsley stood for a moment eyes wide, fear rippled across his face and then there was no Kingsley at all, just a pile of ashes and smoke the water all around him had vanished leaving the floor baked and burnt.

"Time to go I think. Killing the minister is not going to be accepted well." Said Mr. D turning to Harry he smiled his controlled smile. "Remember this Harry Potter. I have taken on the Ministry of Magic and the Boy Who Lived at once. Remember. You couldn't lay a scratch upon me. Me, The Director." Then with a twirl both he and his raven vanished with a small pop.