CHAPTER 93: The Wrath of Olympus (Part 2)

London

9:10 p.m.

The ground shook as the world began falling around them, leaving Rufus and his group of Aurors stranded in the middle of a storm of destruction. Fire rained from the sky, small sprouts of it peeling from the massive beasts flying rampant across the city, setting everything in their vicinity ablaze. The Muggles were terrified, causing even more chaos as they tried fleeing through the streets, trampling others in their frenzy. Some of them tried to use their cars, running over everyone and everything in their path before they were inevitably forced to crash to avoid the raging hell that was tearing the city apart.

There was very little Rufus hadn't seen in his lifetime, or at least he had thought so until this very night. If he managed to survive the night, he doubted he would ever be able to say a word worthy enough to describe the horrors surrounding him. But he would never be able to forget it. Every vivid detail would haunt him for the rest of his days. He would dwell on it then, for tonight he didn't have the luxury to even acknowledge it in his mind.

"Aurors!" He shouted, his voice barely audible over the deafening screams that suffocated London. No one answered. No one even turned to look at him, all of them looking so overwhelmed by the carnage around them that they looked more like spectres than actual people. And before Rufus even had the chance to force his men to attention, a crooked roar exploded from behind him. One of the fiendfyre beasts - a thirty-foot tall raging buffalo that collided with every building in sight - charged at them. Before he knew it, his wand was in his hand and he aimed it at the sky. A blue lightning streak erupted from his wand, flying a few feet into the air before it exploded with a massive flash, sending all his Aurors to his knees. He jumped with them, immediately beginning to cast shields over them, and thankfully, a few of his Aurors finally came to their senses and joined him in the endeavour.

They had barely managed to conjure a small dome above them before the beast charged the street where they had been standing mere moments ago. Every inch of his vision became consumed by the red-orange blaze from the fiendfyre, a blinding sight that had almost made him shut his eyes before he saw something deep within the flames. At first, he couldn't quite recognise it. But as the seconds passed the outline of the shapes began to appear clearer, and he saw the hundred or more human faces that were fuelling the fiendfyre. And when the beast left, so did their screams.

In a single moment, the blinding light that was consuming him disappeared, leaving only the scorched street illuminated by the eerie light from above. Rufus quickly dispelled the shields and looked at his surroundings for any threats. But the only thing that was left on the street were the dozen of scorched corpses and the blackened buildings.

"Pull yourselves together!" Rufus commanded, his voice harsh and ruthless. "Find these Death Eaters and apprehend them. Stop this massacre, and protect any Muggle you see. Avoid the fiendfyre as much as you can. Now go! Stop wasting time."

After a moment of hesitation, the Aurors began scattering. Apparating away in their accorded groups as they spread across the city, leaving him standing alone with Williamson and McLaggen - both men looking terrified beyond belief but trying to hide it nonetheless.

"T-The Dark Mark," Williamson stuttered. "He really is back, isn't he?"

"Nonsense!" McLaggen snapped, sounding even more terrified than he looked. "It must be a- a pretender. An impostor. Someone trying to- trying to impersonate Y-You-Know-Who."

Rufus bit his tongue, getting into an argument mid-battle was the last thing he wanted to do. Still, he couldn't help but look up and stare at the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. He felt paralysed as he stared at it, and it took all his strength of mind to keep the feelings of dread it gave him at bay. He knew, with just a look, this couldn't have been done by a pretender. Still, if this really was You-Know-Who's servants…

He turned to look around him, seeing not a single light or sign of electricity around him. Still, the street had been completely torched by the fiendfyre beast. Without saying a word, he apparated to the tallest spot he found and looked down at the city. It was fully dark, with nothing but the fire giving out any light.

"Impostor or not, that's a true Dark Mark," Scrimgeour told his companions the moment he apparated back to the street. "All the muggle power in the city is out. And if you were to try and apparate beyond the dome, I would bet you wouldn't be able to. The others must have figured that out already."

"It could just be the Death Eaters," McLaggen continued desperately. "They knew how to cast the mark, it doesn't mean that You- that he is back."

"Nevertheless, it doesn't make his Death Eaters any less dangerous," Rufus said darkly, before turning to the other Auror and barking. "Williamson! Use your broom, head beyond the dome, and find one of the Unspeakables-"

"T-The Unspeakables?" The prospect seemed even more terrifying to the man than facing the Death Eaters.

"Yes. Find them and tell them to stand down from entering the city. Station them across the perimeter and instruct them to stop any Muggle who tries to leave. With any luck, we might just stop this from being a global catastrophe after all."

"They won't take orders from me," he protested.

"Tell them about the Mark, they'll listen to reason." Before Williamson could respond, Rufus turned towards McLaggen. "You follow me."

The two of them began making their way across the city, sticking to their chosen sector as they found muggles in need everywhere they went. Whether it was helping them escape a burning building or apparating them to the nearest hospitals, Rufus and McLaggen hopped all around the city helping in any way they could. And they soon learned they weren't the only ones, having stumbled across the occasional witch or wizard who had been in London during the attack and had chosen to help out the muggles rather than flee. But during all of this, they never came across any of the Death Eaters. In fact, if not for the Dark Mark in the sky and the overt display of a masked Death Eater tearing down Big Ben, Rufus would have slowly begun to turn sceptical.

It wasn't until what felt like a full hour later that they finally witnessed an attack from the cloaked figures. Three Death Eaters had surrounded a group of twelve or so muggles, terrorizing them with torture or other inhumane curses as they laughed and mocked. Even from afar, he could tell their faces were concealed by the hood of their cloaks, with nothing but darkness staring out from them. But they weren't wearing any masks. These weren't Pantheon members, but with the enormous fiendfyre beasts, Rufus didn't doubt there were some nearby.

Rufus nodded to the scene below, and though McLaggen looked startled by his first sighting of the Death Eaters, he apparated down onto the park with him. Rufus immediately cast a series of disarming spells, the first of which managed to hit one of the Death Eaters, but the others missed their mark slightly once they began to dodge.

"They're here!" One of them shouted.

"Let's go!"

The two cloaked figures immediately abandoned their wandless companion as they apparated away. Rufus tried to get the remaining one with a stunning charm, but the figure managed to dodge through all his spells and throw himself toward his wand. "Stun him and get the muggles to safety!" Rufus shouted at McLaggen before apparating away and following the other two men.

He apparated to the same building they had and managed to spot the two of them apparating away only a few streets away. He followed them in the chase, as they apparated through the inside of tarnished buildings and around the flaming battles happening all around them. It soon became clear that these weren't experienced wizards, not people who had dedicated their lives to combat like he was, and though it took him a while he finally managed to catch up with one. Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, Rufus only had a second to hold on before he was pulled into a nauseating abyss.

The unexpected apparition staggered both men to the ground, with Rufus nearly falling from the ledge of the top of the bridge where they had landed. He rolled around, dodging the curses the other man had sent his way before launching a chain from his wand that connected to the other Death Eater's neck before a stone ball appeared, tethering him momentously. The man immediately tried using his wand to free himself, and in those seconds Rufus had a quick duelling exchange with the other figure as he managed to disarm him. Without his wand, the figure turned to seek somewhere to apparate, but before he could Scrimgeour jumped on him and was jolted away with him. But not before feeling as if his leg had been torn out of his body.

The pain was excruciating, he opened his eyes and in that millisecond was assaulted with a million different shapes and colours that made him vomit the moment he landed back on the ground. He could still feel his leg, but there was something latched onto it. Someone, he immediately realised. Rufus kicked instinctively, feeling his foot connect with someone's head before the grip on his leg was cut off. And at that moment, Rufus spotted a street - it was crowded, filled with Muggles, but there wasn't any fiendfyre nearby. Still holding onto the other Death Eater, he apparated both of them away, finally making it a fair fight.

Before they even crashed on the ground, Rufus pushed the cloaked figure away and fumbled for his wand. He saw a bright red bolt of light from the corner of his eye, and he managed to shield himself from the curse right as it was about to hit him. Rufus turned, shocked as he realised that three more cloaked figures had appeared, giving the one he had disarmed a chance to escape. The three attacked him at the same time, badgering him with constant curses that forced him to shield and shrink into himself as they advanced on him. After a couple of rounds, he managed to parry one of them before turning his attention to the other two.

But they had been ready, and his wand had been ripped out of his hand before he could react. It clattered against the ground, the sound was deafening to his ears, but he was still alert enough to dodge away from his attacks. The city was dark, he couldn't see his wand, so he scoured the ground aimlessly for it as he tried to dodge the curses. He kept up for as long as he could until eventually, he felt a curse hit his right shoulder, and it immediately exploded with pain. His arm went limp, and he could feel the blood squirting out from it like water from a fountain.

He could barely manage to throw himself to the ground, luckily avoiding another curse they had sent to finish him off, and when he turned back to look he was shocked as a sudden rope snapped onto the neck of one of the Death Eaters. The figure choked, and his partner turned towards him, only to watch as the figure was yanked into the air and left hanging onto a street light. The force didn't snap his neck as his legs kept moving helplessly, and as the figure turned to help its friend it couldn't even raise its wand before a knife came flying down, piercing its chest before it flew up into the darkness once more.

Rufus forced himself up to the ground, keeping his eyes on the knife as he tried to follow its trajectory before he lost it in the darkness of the night. But as he looked upward he found who he was looking for. A figure standing on the edge of a building, holding a wand in his right arm while sheathing the knife with his left. Rufus couldn't see its face, couldn't see anything but the silhouette of a messy-haired in a billowing trench coat staring down at him. There were no words said, but the brutality of the attacks and the intensity with which Rufus felt the figure staring at him told him everything he needed to know.

"Potter," he growled.

Before either could do anything, there was a sudden explosion from the other side of the city. One with enough force to shatter some of the windows that had been left intact within that street. Rufus turned towards it, only to be paralysed by the sight of two of the fiendfyre beasts - the lion and the snake - fighting atop the Tower Bridge. They lunged at each other, their attacks only serving to cause their respective fire to slowly meld into one larger abomination - one that began to tower over the city as a whole.

Where was Albus? Rufus' inside voice snarled, the pain from his shoulder beginning to settle in fully. Something that only got worse once he turned back around and realised that Potter was gone.

Hogwarts Castle

9:20 p.m.

The entire Great Hall was on edge over the course of dinner that night. For the fifth and seventh years, lectures had ended the previous day, leaving the next week free for the students to study without any other responsibilities before the three-week period when the OWLs and NEWTs were supposed to take place. And while most students decided to stay inside the castle and begin preparing for what was supposed to be the hardest challenge of their school years, there were various that had chosen to go to Hogsmeade to celebrate the early end of term Umbridge had given them with this new academic schedule.

No one thought anything of it, and even when curfew hit a couple of hours ago and there were nine students missing, many teachers thought they had simply lost track of time or actively decided the detentions were worth it and skived off curfew. After all, the nine were friends that had gone to the village together, and staying past curfew was something perfectly normal for students their age. Umbridge, on the other hand, wasn't as convinced and sent various Aurors to the village to look for the boys and to bring them back to the castle. An action that seemed excessive at the time, but after two hours of no response everyone had begun to get worried.

Umbridge kept everyone inside the Great Hall until the other students could be found, leading to rumours sparking through hushed conversation over the table. Hundreds of different versions of what happened to them began arising, with some people saying the students got lost in the forest, others claiming that they were attacked by one of the many creatures that lived near Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, and even some terrified that Potter had come back and begun his killing spree again, only this time targetting other Hogwarts students.

Every version Neville heard was more ludicrous than the other, even if he wanted nothing more than for Potter to come to Hogwarts to pick a fight.

"It's getting late," Ginny said nervously. "Why hasn't anyone found them yet?"

"They're not dead, Ginny," Ron rolled his eyes, but he didn't sound like he believed his own words.

"Then why haven't they found them yet?"

It was a never-ending discussion between the two siblings, one that only served to put Neville on edge while the two of them got angrier with each other. And with everyone around him having the same conversation, there was simply no way of escaping it. He was left alone, dealing with his own thoughts as that voice inside his head began speaking again. Preying on his fears as Neville got more and more convinced that something was wrong.

They told you, remember? His own twisted voice whispered. They warned you. They knew.

His mind replayed the argument he'd had yesterday with Nott and Parkinson. They had warned him from leaving the castle. All but told him that this exact thing was going to happen. Potter must have told them something. Or their Death Eater parents. Or someone. But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. There was something going on and Umbridge knew about it. She wouldn't tell them. They were dead. Not just the students outside, but everyone inside as well. Nott and Parkinson wanted him here, they wanted to make sure he couldn't escape.

The doors to the Great Hall suddenly opened, both crashing against their respective wall as a lone figure limped over. His bruised face was covered in blood. He was barely standing, gripping his wand to his chest as he pushed forward and shouted incoherent ramblings.

"What is the meaning of this?" Umbridge demanded, earning the attention of the entire hall.

As the figure got closer, a jolt of electricity sparked up Neville's spine, forcing him to stand up. Behind all the blood and bruises, he recognised his face.

"Elijah?" Neville breathed out, but his friend couldn't seem to hear him.

"Help," he croaked out moments before falling to the ground, his face hitting the stone with a startling force that lit up the entire Great Hall. Students began shouting, some even trying to run out of the hall only to be stopped by the Aurors who had caught up to Elijah. Umbridge tried to get everyone to calm down, but it wasn't until most of the professors worked with her that they managed to bring the students into order. Throughout all of this, the matron had reached Elijah and levitated him, tending to him in the middle of the room as she cleared his face of the dried blood and applied salve to the bruises.

Neville was still too far to properly see his friend, but he looked rough. His body seemed to be filled with cuts, bruises, and burns. Elijah had been brought to the brink of death and somehow managed to make it all the way to Hogwarts. But why had he come here? Why not go to St Mungo's or somewhere else to be treated first? The teachers began arguing, with some wanting to send them back to their common rooms until the situation blew over while Umbridge and her supporters thought it was best they all remained in one room where they could protect them.

In the end, they settled for moving Elijah to the infirmary. But just as they conjured a stretcher for him with the intention of leading him out of the Great Hall, he awoke with a start. Elijah looked madly around the room, still looking only half-conscious in his frantic episode.

"Mister Montague," Neville heard Umbridge speak. "Mister Montague, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"It's not safe," Elijah muttered. "Not safe. Hogwarts isn't safe. Britain isn't safe."

The matron fed him various potions - calming droughts and the such, Neville assumed - all the while, the student's whispers got louder and louder.

"We can't keep them here," Sinistra said. "It'll cause a panic."

"We're not moving them, Aurora," Umbridge snapped back.

It took nearly ten minutes for Elijah to finally calm down. He still didn't seem himself, but the crazy edge in his eyes was now gone, and he was finally making sense of his words. "We're under attack," he said. "The whole country is under attack. You need to shut down the school. Force the wards to keep everyone out."

"You're not making any sense."

"The…" Elijah stopped, looking as if he was trying to look for the right words to say. "It's the Death Eaters."

"I will not hear this nonsense-"

His eyes went wide. "No, it's not what you think! It's the escapees. The ones who broke out of Azkaban. Others who weren't caught after the war was over. And not just them. They've recruited others. Petty crooks and criminals from all over the country. They're attacking the country as we speak. Nowhere is safe! You need to protect the school, Hogwarts could be next."

"Attacking the country?"

"You have Aurors. You can help them! London. Manchester. Glasgow. Send them everywhere. All the main cities. They're going to need all the help they can get."

"Mister Montague-"

"You're wasting time!" He snapped. "Please, just trust me."

Umbridge pursed her lips, staring intently at Elijah for a moment before turning to one of the Aurors on her right and whispering in his ear. The exchange lasted a few seconds at most, but once she was done, the man sprinted across the room and signalled the other Aurors to follow him.

"Thank you," Elijah breathed out. "Now, you need to shut down the school."

"We can't do that," Umbridge shook her head. "Not yet. We have students missing, I've charged a group of four Aurors to search for them. Once they're inside the grounds, we'll close the wards off and wait for word from the outside."

"No!" Elijah shouted. "Listen to me. If you don't close off the school, everyone here will die."

"The wards, as they are, will protect us from any clear threat," Umbridge said forcefully. "No one will come inside without my approval. I'm in charge of those students out there, Mister Montague, I will not leave them to die. There's been enough death already, wouldn't you think?"

Elijah gritted his teeth, looking helpless as Umbridge turned her back on him and began walking away. Neville gripped the table, wanting nothing more than to run towards Elijah and talk to him. But he knew the moment he did that, Umbridge would have his head for it. But then again, he already had detentions for the rest of the school year. What more could she do to him now? Neville kept warring with the prospect, keeping his eye on Umbridge who went about each of the professors, talking to Snape then McGonagall, and finally Sinistra. And just as Neville was about to throw everything away and run towards Elijah, Umbridge left the Great Hall through the teacher's exits.

He wasn't the only one who noticed her departure, the Hall immediately exploded in shouts as she did. People began switching tables, talking to other students. Chaos ensued, and almost every professor tried to instil the previous order but failed at it. Everyone except for Snape, who was glaring directly at Elijah.

Neville turned towards his friends. "Come on!" He urged them, immediately joining the sea of students that were roaming around the Great Hall as he blended with the crowd. He couldn't see Ron or Ginny, but he could feel them following him. And even if they weren't, he wouldn't have stopped or looked back.

"Elijah!" Neville exclaimed as he reached him. Immediately, Elijah's face lit up, and he latched onto Neville with a fierce grip.

"Nev, you're here." Ron and Ginny reached them as Elijah said this. "Thank Merlin. I was looking for you. I needed to find you."

"What happened to you?"

Elijah bit his lip, looking away. "I was stupid. I thought… after Potter escaped, I thought I could find him. Bring him back to the DMLE."

"You're saying Harry did this?" Ginny demanded.

Elijah's eyes switched towards Ginny for a moment before he turned back to Neville. "Neville, I swear. He found out I was following him and set a trap for me. He… that was four days ago."

"Did he do this to you?" Neville hissed, feeling a ball of fire rise to his chest.

"It wasn't just him. He's one of them, Neville. He's a Death Eater."

"That's… that's preposterous!"

Neville turned to glare at Ginny, only to see Ron eying Elijah sceptically.

"It's the truth, I swear!" Elijah whispered. "Barty Crouch Jr. He was a Death Eater, and he infiltrated this school last year. Pretended to be Moody. I'm not lying, it was in the papers!"

"What does Junior have to do with Potter?"

"Everything," Elijah said. "He and Potter grew close last year. You have to have noticed that. Junior was there when they… when they tortured me. He must have convinced him to join them."

"How do we know you're not lying?" Ron asked.

"I'm not lying, Potter killed my brother because of it!" Elijah shouted, his voice breaking. "Potter has spent this past three months targeting me. He's attacked my employees and murdered countless people just to try to kill me too. He's one of them, you have to believe me."

Neville didn't turn back to Ron and Ginny. They wouldn't understand. They didn't know Potter like he and Elijah did. "What is he planning?" He asked.

"I don't know. Not exactly, at least. But they're attacking everywhere."

"Why do you think they're going to attack Hogwarts?" Ron asked from behind Neville.

"They mentioned Neville. A lot. They said he… he had something. That he had the key. Or that he was the key. I don't know. I can't remember."

"The key to what?"

"I'm not sure," Elijah said mournfully, looking away in shame. "But I don't think you are their only target."

"What do you mean?" Neville asked, but Elijah didn't respond. Neville felt a sense of dread wash over him, a dark feeling lingering at the back of his head. He grabbed Elijah's arm forcefully. "Elijah, what is it? Where are the Death Eaters going?"

Ministry Atrium

9:25 p.m.

As the green flames were quenched, the grand atrium was revealed to Lucius Malfoy's eyes. While usually filled with so many people there was barely any space to walk, the atrium was completely empty. It was an unusual sight, one that made the room look even more impressive, but not one he hadn't unexpected. By this time, most people had already left for their homes, and with the attacks happening all over the country, the Aurors as well as all the extra personnel had been sent to control the situation while the Minister's staff had taken Fudge to a safe house for his own protection. Leaving only the ten or so guards that had immediately reached for their wands upon his arrival.

Lucius strode out of the fireplace casually, banging his cane against the floor as he walked towards the brigade. "Stop right there!" One of the men exclaimed, aiming his wand at him as the rest of his peers followed. Lucius smiled underneath his mask as he kept on walking, vaguely aware of the other dozen fireplaces announcing the arrival of his men. The guards heard it too, their eyes began moving frantically over the atrium, with only two still looking directly at them.

"D-Drop your wands and raise y-your hands!" The guard shouted again, his voice betraying his attempt at authority. They were outnumbered and he knew it. But either way, that didn't matter. "Drop them now!"

The first curse was fired almost immediately after, hitting the guard on the neck and leaving a large gash that was rapidly becoming infected. The others barely had time to react once they realised the curse had come from one of their own men. Their deaths were quick and efficient, and it required not a single curse to come from any of the cloaked Death Eaters that had entered the through the floo. The three remaining guards, drenched in the blood of their peers, turned to Lucius and immediately knelt.

"Master Zeus," the one in front spoke.

"Stand," he instructed, and the three men did as ordered. "Shut the floo access to the Ministry for anyone outside Hogwarts or Hogsmeade, as well as any other entrances this place might have. But don't trap us here. Keep a few exits open exclusively for departing the Ministry. Once we're sealed in, shut off any alarms the place might have."

"Yes, sir," the three nodded before hurrying away. Lucius turned around and addressed the others.

"Search through every floor and kill anyone you find. Once you're done head back here and keep any unwanted visitors from interrupting us."

The group nodded and cheered, with most immediately heading towards the elevators while the rest began to comb through the floor for any stragglers they may have missed. "Moros, Thanatos, you're with me," he called out into the crowd. "You too, Artemis. Your husband and your brother as well."

"To the Department of Mysteries?" Artemis giggled as they walked towards the elevators. The Death Eaters that remained parted instinctively, allowing the six of them to walk straight to the elevator without having to wait for it.

"Not quite yet," Lucius said silkily. "We have one more stop on the way."

Artemis cackled madly during all their ride to Level Two. It was an annoying attribute of hers, one he couldn't remember during any of their time shared at Hogwarts. Lucius wished he could blame the dementors for her madness, that way there was a chance it might go away after she had fully completed her treatment. Unfortunately for him, she had gone mad well before she got close to any dementor. Still, it hadn't hampered her skill before. So at least she would prove useful tonight.

The elevator doors opened and Artemis immediately jumped out. She began skipping along the hall, singing high-pitched songs in between her laughs while the rest followed her. After passing the various offices from the floor, she turned a corner and entered the bullpen. There were shouts and gasps, and before they could even catch up with her the room exploded as the sound of a spell fight started. The two Lestranges grinned at each other before trying to rush into the room, but Lucius used his cane to stop them before they could.

"Let her have her fun," he said smoothly.

The two were miffed but didn't dare disobey him. It was fifteen short seconds after the last spell was heard, and what used to be screams and explosions turned into whimpers and laughter. Lucius was the first to turn the corner and step into the Auror bullpen, immediately stepping into a puddle of blood and guts. He sniffed with distaste, shaking the excess blood off his shoe before cleaning up Artemis' mess and burning the six corpses she had left eviscerated.

Artemis, who had foolishly taken off her mask for the third time tonight, pouted at him. And then, for good measure, threw the severed head she was playing with at him. With a flick of his wand, Lucius disintegrated the head before it could smear more blood on his robes. "Playtime is over, Bella," he said. His voice was deadly serious. "And put on your mask. I will not ask again."

She glared at him but put her mask back on. Lucius ignored her and the other two Lestranges, who had turned just as moody as Artemis after he'd denied them their fun. Nodding to Moros and Thanatos, Lucius continued through the floor, passing through the archives and other meaningless offices until he reached the holding cells. His arrival immediately changed the entire atmosphere in the room, with some of the prisoners cowering with fear and begging for forgiveness while others pleaded to be let out, promising their loyalty to the Death Eaters in exchange. Perhaps, once he was down at the Department of Mysteries, he'd instruct some of the Death Eaters to recruit those who wanted to join them. But for now, he walked with a singular purpose until he found his target.

It was almost commendable how she lifted her chin once she saw him, pretending to be centred and in control when they both knew how frightened she was. Then again, it was often the bravest acts that came out of desperation. Moros pulled out his wand and broke the lock latching the cell door, causing a small explosion that made the girl flinch. Moros barged into the cell, grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her roughly with him.

"Whatever it is you want, you're not getting it from me!" She spat, glaring directly at Lucius.

"We don't want anything from you," Lucius said calmly. "Cheer up, Miss Granger. If this all goes your way, you'll be dead well before the sun rises."

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