Hidden Wings - Part II

The battle begins

How does someone look like who finally has a few days of free-time?
*points at herself*
Enjoy! 💜

"This is the moment we have been preparing for", a cold voice echoed through the dark hall. Rows and rows of black-robed people filled it, their faces masked and their eyes fixed on the one person sitting at the end of the hall on a throne, which was standing on a platform.
"We are stronger than ever. This is the time when a new era begins...your era, my brothers and sisters."

Voldemort's red eyes swept over the Death Eaters. Nagini was curled at his feet, hissing quietly with her tongue tasing the air. Next to the throne stood a tall woman dressed in blood-red trousers and a tight shirt with a V-neck of the same color. Her raven-black hair fell across one shoulder, matching her wings in color.
Mioha had refused to stand at the bottom of Voldemort's throne like his Death Eaters did and had decided to stand on the platform next to it. Since the wizard was sitting, she was now looking down on him, which Voldemort did not like at all.

His red eyes were cold and hid his thoughts from the Death Eaters as he continued his speech.
But Mioha knew what was going through his head. She smirked inwardly.
Voldemort was learning to be aware of her strength. He had wanted a dark power at his feet to take over the world, but instead had created a creature that was not his to command.

Mioha raised her eyes slightly and looked out of a tall window, which let in the weak moonlight of the half-moon.
Once the full moon was upon them, she would be able to break Voldemort's hold on her. By that time, Hogwarts would be under their command and she would have restored the balance among the Titans...but the Titans themselves would be changed.
Like her.

Her lips twitched slightly at the satisfaction that thought gave her. She would rid herself of Voldemort and turn the world back to what it should be.
A world at the mercy of six Titans.

Turning her head slightly, Mioha's eyes wandered across the silent Death Eaters.
And her eyes glowed in a bright red.
The ones that would surrender to her would live. Whoever did not...would die.

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Students were hurrying through the corridors, talking in anxious voices. The people in the portraits were nervous as well; they kept walking to others to exchange the latest news while watching the hustle and bustle.

All students younger than seventeen were led into the Magnus Antrum. The large staircase connecting it with the Great Hall rose upward with crunching sounds, until it had melted back into what it had been before. The square in the Great Hall was closed up again and there was no way to get into the Magnus Antrum, except through its golden double doors.
And those were locked and sealed shut.

Ginny, who had recently turned seventeen, was among the other seventh and sixth years who had decided to fight. Those wolves hurried to carry out the instructions they had gotten, while the grown Order members and parents reinforced the shields once more.
Night continued to fall and it grew darker on the grounds. Whatever creatures were left, hid in the forest, sensing in the air that something terrible was going to happen. The Abraxans remained near the castle, as did the grown dragons, but the dragonets were sent away into the mountains.