I do not own Harry Potter. I do own a springer spanial called Trudy.
Their is a slightly spicey seen in this chapter. It dosent really add any thing to the plot but it wouldnt leave my brain and so if i had to suffer it so do you!

Chapter 29

Even in the darkness of night the city of Newcastle Upon Tyne was a bustling metropolitan city in the North East of England. The locals were fiercely proud of their City and its six bridges crossing the river Tyne linking Newcastle to Gatsead and the rest of Tyne and Wear. The most famous of these bridges was the Tyne Bridge. The Bridge was opened in 1928 by His Majesty King George V and has become one of the symbols of the North East. Indeed the Tyne Bridge was one of the cultural icons deeply ingrained in Geordies (The nickname given to the locals) across the city second only to Newcastle United, the city's football club. The bridge linked the local area to the national motorway network so it was always somewhat busy and at this time of night most of the traffic across the bridge was made up of long distance lorry drivers and Heavy goods Vehicles delivering supplies to shops across the country.

Just up from the River Tyne stood Newcastle's Central Station, the cities train station which was connected to the rest of the National Rail Network by two bridges firstly the King Edward VII Bridge and the one of the oldest of the bridges crossing the tyne the High Level Bridge which also allowed road vehicles to make the crossing.

Further into the city center stood Grey's Monument replica roman doric column standing 133 feet tall with a statue of Charlse Gray, the second Earl Gray, and a former Prime minister of the United Kingdom who was responsible for the passing of the Great Reform Act of 1832 which became the blueprint for modern parliamentary democracy. In more recent times the base of the monument had become a place where local activists held rallies, demonstrations and speeches.

At just after three am, when the city's late night bars and nightclubs had closed a series of pops could be heard around the train station and on the Tyne Bridge. About a dozen figures dressed in black robes and masks spread out, some rounding up any people they happened to meet and began herding them towards the Monument.

Far away in the centre of London the Ministry of Magic's Magical Monitoring Department held a map showing all of the British isles. Whenever a lot of unexpected magical activity was detected dozens of quills attached to huge scrolls of parchment would make a note. This note was then magically copied in triplicate, one copy sent to the Records department, one copy sent to the DMLE where it would be investigated as time allowed and finally the third copy would be sent to the desk responsible for monitoring the magical activity in that particular reagan. Manchester, London and Birmingham were considered hubs of magic in the UK London had several magical areas including Diagon Ally, The Ministry of Magic itself and Saint Mungo's hospital. Birmingham and Manchester had smaller magical sites, hidden from muggle view where magicals where able to gather in safety and in secret. On the big map these sites constantly glowed green and notes constantly sent for investigation. In an effort to save money the Minister had decreed the department could be unmonitored at night and the day shift could chase down any unexpected magical use during office hours. As such there was no one there to see the map of the North East light up with magical energy. The memos were sent to the relevant departments. In records the clerk duly filed the copy without reading it, it wasn't his job to get involved. He was just paid to file the reports. In the DMLE the memmo landed on the desk of the duty sergeant, who was away from his desk for a cheeky smoke and was instantly covered by three more memos detailing routine magic detection resulting from a quidditch victory party in Birmingham. A party that was already further stretching the depleted night shift staff of the aures.

In Newcastle several death eaters moved to the support struts of the Tyne Bridge and began waving their wands in a complicated manner chanting a spell that began to disintegrate the concrete supports on the north side of the Tyne. The only Death Eater who was unmasked skipped across the road of the bridge causing cars and lorries to swerve out of her way beeping their horns and shouting as she giggled manically. The Death Eater was Bellatrix LeStrange.

"The Blood on the Tyne is all Mine all Mine. The Blood on the Tyne is all MINE!" she sang manically. She lent over the rail of the Bridge looking towards the High Level bridge just a little further upstream. "Right on time!" she smirked to herself as a freight train began to cross the bridge. She watched intently as the engine made it across the bridge as the freight containers continued across the bridge.

"REDUCTO!" LeStrange cast a jet of red energy blasted the century old bridge. Other Death Eaters in the vicinity followed suite and soon the bridge was hit by six more curses. This proved to much for the old bridge to take and it collapsed in a pile of steel and rubble into the tyne below it pulling off the mile long freight train. The engine exploded upon impact ensuring the death of the crew.

Deep in the bowels of the Ministry sirens began to ring in the empty monitoring department. Now the magical quill became more insistent. Two more memos would be generated. The first to be delivered to the Ministers Night Desk, The only post in the executive office that was manned overnight and the second was to be dispatched directly to the Director of the Magical Law Enforcements home. The memo simply read:

MAGICAL ATTACK IN NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE!
MUGGLE CASUALTIES!
CRITICAL DAMAGE TO INFRASTRUCTURE!

The young clerk manning the Ministers Night Desk was a fresh graduate of Hogwarts called Tabbatha Tricorn, a former Hufflepuff. This was just a temporary assignment whilst she waited for a more permanent post to become available. Her standing orders where no matter what memos came across her desk she was to record the date, time and then place it on Percy Weasley's desk, unless there was a real emergency when she was to place an emergency floo call to the Senior Undersecretary home. No one told her what constituted such an emergency, but she was told she would know it when she saw it. When the memo arrived she dutifully noted the date and time then opened it.

"Fucking hell!" she swore and reached for the Floo Powder. "Delorus Umbridge!" she yelled as she tost the powder into the fire. Once the flames turned green indicating a positive connection Tabbatha stuck her head into the fire.

The floo connection opened up in Unbridges bedroom and the poor young witch was treated to a most disturbing site. She could clearly see she had caught Umbridge in an intimate moment for their on the large four poster bed she could clearly see Umbridge's legs spread wide and a naked man's head covering the Undersecretary womanhood. Poor Tabatha was even more surprised to see the trademark green bowler hat atop that head giving head.

"Excuse me!" Tabatha called. "Minister, Undersecratery!"

Unfortunately Tabatha's voice could not be heard above Umbridge's Pleasure.

"MINISTER!" Tabatha shouted again. "UNDERSECRETARY! HELLO!"

The Minister stopped what he was doing.

"What was that?" he asked, turning to face the fire. "Jesus christ!"

"What is the meaning of this?" Umbridge demanded. "I was almost there!"

The Minister motiond with his head towards the fireplace.

"And who on earth are you!" Umbridge demanded climbing out from underneath Fudge completely nude. She strode across the floor her whole body undulating in a way that made Tabatha thankful she liked boys. "And why are you in my home?"

"I am sorry Madam Umbridge. I am the Night Desk clerk." Tabbatha explained. "There has been a magical attack on a muggle railway bridge in newcastle." Tabbatha explained the situation as she knew it. Umbridge looked on unbothered.

" Obliviate." Umbridge cast her wand from… Well if Tabatha could have remembered she would have been thankful for the memory charm. Umbridge changed her tone of voice to a sweet and calm one. "Why thank you deer." She said, "Just leave it on Weasleys desk and we will get to it in the morning. Off you pop."

"Thank you Madam Umbridge." Tabatha said as she withdrew from the fire, her eyes glazed from the memory charm.

Umbridge walked in what she thought was an alluring manor back to her bed. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her back side to the room and looked over her shoulder. "Coming Cornelius?"

"You will be!" The Pollyjuice prostitute Fudge said as he moved behind her, his work, it seemed, was never done.

Director Bones lived in a rather nice Townhouse in London. She was asleep in the master bedroom, her monocle on a night stand with a gas lamp. The window was, as always in part in case there was an urgent owl from the Ministry and because she always slept with a lit fire in the room so she could be contactable by any means.

An official Ministry Eagle owls swooped through the open window and parched on the end of her bed and screeched shrilly to allow the Director to know it was there. Groggily Bones sat up in bed. The owl dropped its note on Bones lap. She pulled the monocle on her eye and squinted at the text.

"Holey fuck balls!" she swore. She hopped out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown, grabbed her wand and haistelly threw a pinch of floo powder on the fire. "MLE Directors office." she yelled more forcefully than necessary. She stepped into the flames not knowing the night was about to go from bad to worse.

LeStrang summoned a broomstick and flew over the river surveying her destruction. This was a target of opportunity, a mear appetiser to what was about to be the main cause of her destruction. She turned her broom around to face the Tyne Bridge, her underlings already having weakened the foundations and fled out of range of her next attack.

She took a few steadying breaths. As powerful of a witch as she knew she was, the spell she was about to cast was incredibly difficult and required an awful lot of concentration and even before all of the years in Azkaban took its toll on her psyche she was not considered particularly mentally robust. Finally she was as ready as she would ever be and she raised her wand, a manic gleam in her eye and cast.

"Pestis Incendium!"

The Fiendfyre curse!

A get of intense and explosive flaim shot from the end of her wand. With a flick she disengaged the flaim from her wand and it took the form of a gigantic basilisk bearing down on the Tyne Bridge. Once the fiery serpent made contact with the bridge the concrete of the road set aflame and the steel beams began to melt. The intense heat spread down the concrete supports to the already weakened base began to crumble faster. Within seconds of the strike the bridge collapsed in an explosion of fire concrete and molten steel. The vehicles on the bridge also exploded as the Fiendlyre heated up the fuel in their tanks. Forty vehicles containing sixty people between them were destroyed with a loss of all souls.

Once the bridge was down the fire began to spread to buildings on the river bank and vessels moored along the banks of the Tyne. Within minutes all the bars and businesses along the quayside were alight. Finally the fire spread to the Newcastle Crown Court. lucky there was no one working this late and the cells were empty.

The fire jumped from building to building going up the Big Market and towards the shopping centre of Eldon Square just across from Grays Monument.

Harry felt himself floating above a monument in a strange city. All around him shops and offices burn. He can feel the intense heat of the fire surrounding the squaire at the base of the monument. A powerful shield charm holding the tremendous blaze at bay. In the square below he could see twelve death eaters wands drawn corralling what was probably about one hundred people judging by their clothes they were muggles. A loud crack and another figure appeared in front of them. Bald and serpent like holding a staff. It was Lord Voldamort.

"Ah, an audience." Voldamort taunted the muggles. "I am pleased to meet you, my friends. I am Lord Voldamort. Master of Muggles and Magicals alike. You lucky few have been selected to bear witness to my little coming out party. It is by my orders your city burns. Your friends and neighbours perish by my command and it will be by command alone that you may be spared."

Voldamort began to walk amongst the muggles.

"Alas, i do think that it is likely that I shall give that command." she mocked. "You see I am at war. At war with the whole world. I have been given a heavy burden. I alone have the power and the responsibility to return our world to its natural order, Magicals over Muggles. Your kind exists only to service mine. Of Course, service will have its rewards. Know this, if your children surrender themselves to my dominion they will be allowed to live in the service of the magical world. After all, even with magic we will still need people to keep our homes clean, prepare our meals and for some of you see to some of my loyal followers baser needs and those who come willingly to those tasks shall be rewarded with food and a warm place to sleep. Any who resist shall be punished severely. And we can punish you more harshly and quickly than you could even begin to imagine." he pointed his staff at what appeared to be a police woman. " Crucio!" he cast. The woman fell to the ground and pain wracked her body. She let out a blood curdling scream.

"Please." she begged. "Make it stop."

"But of course." Voldemort smiled. "I am, after all, a benevolent Lord." he ended the spell and directed two of the Death Eaters to help her up. "Behold, your city burns around you and just to prove to you my magical might…" he turned towards Grays Monument " Bombarda!" The monument exploded and was turned not to rubble, but to dust as if there had never been a monument there to begin with.

"And now that you have seen my power, my friends, it is time. Say your farewells. Fear not. I have heard that it is painless, but I would not know." He raised his staff again " AVARDA KADAVA!" ninety nine beams of green light fired from Voldemort's staff killing all of the muggles instantly. Voldamort stood in the middle of the dust pile where the Monument once stood. He turned to the curicatus victim and gave her a smile. "And you my dear are the last survivors. I have spared your life so that you may tell others. You are, I believe, a police officer? Then go and report what you have seen to your superiors." The fire surrounding the square split apart creating a path. The muggle fled. Voldamort pointed his staff in the air one final time and turned to his Death Eaters. "You see my friends. It can be done. Magic means Might and Might means Right. We will prevail and bring the magical world to heel and the muggles to their knees. Rejoice friend, for you lucky few will be able to tell the world you were here to bear witness to the beginning of the end. MISMORDORE!" He fired a gigantic dark mark over what remind of the city centre of Newcastle.

Authers notes:

When i said weekly update I may have been underestameateing my writeing time. apparently i can be incredably productive with a day of Disney films and trying to encorage the littleins to make good choices.

The Blood on the Tyne is all mine all mine is of corse a rip off of the 70's folk band from Newcastle Lydisfarn's biggest (possibly only) hit Fog on the Tyne.

Thanks to every one who liked/faverited the story or liked/faverited me. it dose mean alot to me.

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Next time we will see the Ministerys response, Harry's reactoion and who knows what else.

Thanks again folks see you in the next one!