Chapter 5
Hamster flashed in front of Ginny, and dropped a note in her outstretched hand. It was from Lord Potter. It said, "You are in command. Proceed as planned. Over."
Ginny pinched her nose. To tell the truth, she had dozed off at the Death Eater meeting. She had no idea what all had been planned. But she was, if nothing, quick on her feet.
She jumped on the dais and cast a Sonorus charm on herself. "Potter's Army!" she said, "Lord Potter has gone in search of Unspeakable Granger. He has sent me a missive telling you all to go back home. Our mission for today has been cancelled!"
The hyperactive group of Death Eaters all left one by one, glancing at each other suspiciously. Who was the spy who had told Unspeakable Granger all about their deadly plans? How had she ambushed Dragon's contingent and whisked them away without a trace?
After a few minutes, the chamber emptied, and only Ginny, Nargles, Micky and Ricky were left. She outlined her plans to them.
Moony was fingering an unfamiliar wand as he ate his breakfast. Albus Dumbledore's wand had an ancient feel to it, like it was carved out of powerful long dead souls. But they were not calling to him. They were calling for Lord Potter. And he was nowhere to be seen.
It was nearly seven thirty, fifteen minutes past the agreed upon time. He nibbled at his shepherd's pie again. What was taking Lord Potter so long?
Then the Great Hall's doors opened with a bang, and four figures strode in. Two male and two female. They were wearing robes of the purest black, and had brilliant silver masks on their faces. The leader, with red hair, spoke in a nasal voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore! You are under arrest! Surrender your wand immediately!"
"And who are you, my dear lady?" he asked.
"I am Dark Lady Potter. Come quietly or we will be forced to attack!"
Remus whipped his wand and let loose a loud cannon blast, forcing the Death Eaters to their knees. He gave a start and glanced at his wand. It smirked up at him. He had only intended a jarring effect, not a shovelling one. It seems the wand had a mind of its own.
By the time he had lifted his eyes, the blonde female had recovered. She lifted her wand and struck him with a nasty looking orange curse. It felt like a hammer to his mind, short circuiting his impulses and leaving him reeling. He groaned and fell to the ground.
The other professors got up. Sprout slashed her wand. It became a rubber duck. Pomfrey made a swishing motion. It turned into a duck. Slughorn muttered a long spell chain. It turned into a duck and quacked.
Expelliarmuses rang out and the fight was over in seconds. Dumbledore was bound and trussed up. The teachers were petrified and thrown into an empty sack. The students only had to look at the blazing eyes of the Dark Lady to reluctantly put their wands away and attempt to hide behind their flasks.
Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick had not come down to breakfast. Their alarm charms had been modified, and they were sleeping soundlessly.
When they woke up, the 'Headmaster' would be gone, and Sprout, Pomfrey and Slughorn would be nowhere to be found. And the Dark Mark would be hanging in the middle of the Great Hall, its long serpentine tongue lolling out.
