Harry woke up, groaned, and extricated himself from Ginny's grasp. The Cannons had won their playoff game, but the match had lasted nearly five hours, leaving the Weasley and her teammates exhausted.

"Wish I could get some days off," Harry thought to himself as he stumbled into the shower. On the other hand, he usually had weekends free, while Ginny did not.

The hot shower improved his mood a bit, but that improvement vanished when he walked into the kitchen. Neville, Susan, and Hermione stared dumbly at the television. It was on ABC, a Muggle news station.

"What's up?" Harry frowned.

"Ssh!" the group pointed at the reporter on the screen, and Neville turned the volume up a bit.

The poor girl looked exhausted. Her hair fanned out around her in the wind, and the rain had already washed away what little bit of makeup she'd had on.

"We…we have no idea why these murders have occurred. Multiple houses have been burned, blown up, or otherwise attacked…Reports have also come in that London citizens should avoid taking the Tube, as it derailed and suffered a high speed crash slightly over an hour ago…"

Harry joined his friends and collapsed into a chair.

"It's like Voldemort all over again," he whispered, hands clutching his hair.

"The police and the Department of National Security are, of course, trying their best to apprehend the suspects. They urge all London citizens to stay indoors for now, and to travel in groups if necessary." Her voice shook a bit, and her green eyes suddenly dulled. A large snowy owl landed on her shoulder. A twisted smile popped onto her face as she pulled out a quill and a scrap of parchment and began scribbling.

"Bloody hell…what's she doing?" Susan breathed.

They heard swearing in the background—the camera man didn't know what the reporter was up to, either. She slammed the paper into the screen. It read, "This is only the beginning."

"And this is what will happen to Mudbloods and blood traitors when the Destruere Nex rise," she intoned in a cheerful, sing song voice before pulling out a gun, cocking it, pointing it at her skull and—

Neville slammed the "power" button of the remote before it happened.

Hermione buried her face in Harry's shoulder. Silent tears trickled down Susan's face. Neville summoned a box of tissues for the girls, then retrieved that day's edition of The Prophet.

DARK WIZARDS ATTACK MUGGLES IN LONDON

Kingsley Shacklebolt's Patronus glided through the front door. "Auror Potter, your presence is requested. Apparate to the Ministry as soon as possible. Increase the protections and wards on your residence. Report directly to the Ministry."

He'd done this before. He ran upstairs, gave the still sleeping Ginny a kiss on her forehead, and wrote a quick note.

"Gin—Gotta go in early today. I'll see you later. Love always, Harry."

The others had recovered their wits a bit and were casting defensive spells and enchantments all around the perimeter of the house.

"Here we go again." Harry set his mouth in a grim line and disapparated for the Ministry.