[a/n]Slytherin66 in SoHDD was again concerned about Dumbledore's wand "I was always disappointed Harry did not break a fake wand and kept the real one hidden or there was something to master of death."

Harry Does Different DXXIV

Elder wand 2

The Trio was reunited. Did Ron know more about swordplay than he ever let on? He was spinning the recovered Sword of Gryffindor around with quite a bit of skill. Less forgiving, Hermione only wore a faint smile "So, now that you know what we went through during your absence, got any clever ideas?"

"Say now!" snapped Ron, dropping the Sword.

Harry rolled his eyes "Never mind. Let's just move on. So, Voldemort is temporarily dead, again. Buys us a lot of time, but what else can we do with it?"

"My first reaction is to announce it to the world." Ron answered "Don't know if I'd admit to using the Killing Curse, Harry, but a …something else… Anyway, might be better to not do so. Let it be a disappearance first, causes confusion."

Hermione nodded "I can see that. Although, due respect to Professor Dumbledore, it is a mistake to hide information. What we're doing shouldn't be talked about until after the fact, but a major change in the war should not be. On reflection, I am not the least bothered about how you used the curse, Harry. You were right, Mrs. Bagshot was already dead. The law says it is only unforgivable to use on Humans, so the snake does not count. You-Know-Who himself? Might be a legal loophole."

"Self-defense I'm thinking." Said Harry with a shrug "Point being, both of you, why don't Quidditch teams just have goalies? We'd never get scored on."

Ron automatically replied "Can't score without Chasers."

"We need to get his followers out. Thicknesse, obviously. But from the Map, I know kids are suffering at Hogwarts. And Snape doesn't deserve to be Headmaster." Harry's tone was harsh. It only changed when, at mention of the former Potions Master, Dumbledore's wand vibrated in his hand.

Hermione looked apprehensive "You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"He's twice the symbol Thicknesse is." Answered Ron "And he needs to go on general principles. I think Harry could walk right into the Great Hall at dinnertime and nobody would think to convict him. Well, maybe you should avoid the AK."

Hermione couldn't protest "We have come to that? Legal technicalities? But then, we can argue exigencies of war. Even a blood feud if you want to step outside the legal process."

"The what? And the short-short version please?" Harry again felt he'd been left out somewhere.

Ron jumped in "You're Head of a Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House. Surely you know what that means. I mean, Hermione does and she's Muggleborn [no offense] and you're not."

The conversation ended up being longer than Harry thought it would be. But remarkably educational, resulting in a scheme that somehow satisfied all three.

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Hogwarts two days later. The castle had been transformed into a nightmare form of itself. Students goosestepped from one regimented class to another. Gone were the bright House colors; everything was some shade of grey to black. Even blonds and redheads knew not to be too demonstrative.

Everyone stood at attention until the Head Table sat, as one, after Headmaster Snape granted permission. Then students took their places. There was no way to discern House affiliation. Food appeared without announcement or fanfare. Consumption was mechanical. Talking was not permitted.

"ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!" boomed as the Great Hall doors burst off their hinges "This ain't Hogwarts!" the speaker was revealed to be Ron Weasley.

Close on his heels was Hermione Granger who, as loudly, added "Voldemort! That criminal terrorist! That self-proclaimed Dark Lord! Is dead! AGAIN! None of you have to put up with the abuse of Professor Snivilus!"

The pair separated and marched down opposing aisles.

"Granger! Mudbloods have no place in this school!" this from the current, feared, Dark Arts teacher. Going for his wand, he declared "Weasley, you may leave, or die. I don't offer the same courtesy to Mudbloods. Avada Ked- -"

From an empty place not far from the Head Table came a pair of "Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" and as fast as the words were uttered, both Carrows blasted off their feet to land unceremoniously in possibly hurt heaps. They didn't move.

"Show yourself Potter!" the Headmaster surged to his feet, wand drawn.

Harry did so. Violently. He'd placed himself quite near the center chair. Flinging off his Invisibility Cloak, he leapt over the table in a flying tackle. The Headmaster Throne crumpled under the pair of bodies. When it was over, Harry was leaning on Snape's neck with one hand and holding a familiar wand to his temple. Both wizards were breathing heavy and showed all the signs of violence. The struggle had been short, too short for anyone to even think of interfering.

"You are dead, boy!" snarled the loser, as he struggled.

The winner snarled back "You've got about two minutes to live Snivilus!" He twisted a fistful of hair "I could've gone to Aurors with proof you murdered the REAL Headmaster. But I enjoyed this more. You told your master about that stupid prophecy, fingering ME for murder. Good job that." He punched the side of the struggling man's head "Stop it! And keep away. All of you. This is a vendetta matter! He aimed Voldemort at my parents. Neville's too! Hermione's worried about not using Unforgivables! Fine! Die by your victim's wand! BOMBARDA!"

Snape didn't so much as utter a word. His head exploded. The spell that blasted a concrete door simply destroyed the human skull.

"Great Merlin, Harry." McGonagall gasped "What DID you do?"

Splattered with gore, he just smiled "This week? Killed another Voldemort body. Now? Won another battle by killing the top DE. And revenge for my parents. Anyone get tortured by the Carrows, there? Indulge yourself. Neville, that prophecy thing also setup your parents. They're Death Eaters. Anyone else got that sick bastard's brand? You can leave, or die." The wand everyone associated with Harry suddenly appeared in his left hand.

"I think, Mr. Potter" McGonagall interjected coolly "there has been enough violence in this school."

There was an outburst of spellfire. During which select individuals, majority [but not exclusively] Slytherin, were hit by spells. Before the various colored lights faded, wands vanished from sight. Only perhaps a dozen wands, besides all Professors hadn't, at least that quick. Those had all fired in defense of Harry. Including that one, a Fifth-Year witch, eleven were dead. Neville Longbottom had cast the slicing charms that severed the Carrows' heads.

"I will kill anyone whose wand is out in the next five seconds." This came from the part-goblin Charms Master. And few could sufficiently intimidate several hundred wand wielders.

McGonagall's voice filled the Hall "Until otherwise ordered, I am interim Headmistress. What just happened will receive a thorough Auror investigation. For you less knowledgeable of Wizarding Law, the recently preceding actions may indeed be legal. As of right now, however, I am imposing Section 8 of the Founders' Charter. The full text will be published in all Common Rooms. Briefly, it is martial law. I may, at need, act as judge jury and executioner. Anyone is welcome to leave the premises, but I will have order!"

"I intend to attack no one else, except in self-defense, Headmistress." Said Harry, both of his wands were now out of sight "I do need access to the seventh floor, and if I can request, protection. We would rather not have to watch our backs every second. It's something Professor Dumbledore told me to do."

Though curious, McGonagall nodded then announced "The seventh floor is off limits to all students and professors. All three staircases that lead to it will be sealed and guarded. Misters Potter and Weasley and Miss Granger will enter and no one else. You three may go. Now. I will release students to their dormitories after a 30 minute delay."