The final act

Harry walked down to the great hall for breakfast alongside Hermione and Ron as usual. He smiled and laughed with them as any other day yet the day couldn't be farther away from normal. Internally, Harry hid his maddening smirk that would give the Cheshire cat a run for his money. Everyone was so blissfully ignorant about what was going to go down soon and that made him giddy with anticipation. Harry knew he had won before even getting to the great hall, everything would go according to his plan without a hitch. He wanted to laugh out loud and rub it in all those light bastard faces but he kept his cool for now. He wouldnt fail. He couldn't.

Avoiding to eat without any suspicion was surprisingly easy, everyone was so preoccupied with their own food and lives that Harry could almost puke with how carefree everyone was being. They're in a war, anyone here could be undercover and slipped something in the food. Not even that but there was the danger of the Weasly twin's wacky products or even bullies but nothing. Not that Harry actually cared all that much, none of those worthless traitors mattered to him. Plus, better for his plan. Just another few minutes before he can start the show.

Harry waited a good 10 minutes before he decided that the magic restraint potion he slipped into this morning's food settled. Too easy he scoffed. Dropping all pretense of his gryffindor self, he let his mask fall. His eyes grew cold and determined, his face fell into impassiveness.

Let the final act begin He declared to the world.

Harry put his hands on the table and pulled himself up to his feet bringing all his focus on the teachers table. Some people peered up to look but it was normal for someone to be finished early so not many bothered. A small smirk appeared on Harry's face as he started to walk to the teachers table. Removing his wand from his sleeve he made a swift motion making his gryffindor school robes, wordlessly change to dark death eater robes.

A few more steps, a few more people looked up. A few confused glances from teachers.

A few more steps and he no longer wore his uniform but his death eater dueling outfit.

A few more steps as more and more slytherin students curled up and shook as understanding shone in their eyes at the distinctive death eater robes.

Over halfway there he had all the teachers looking at him. His magic was thrumming around him, finally able to be free. His eyes promised retribution as he cocikly started down the teachers, steps never faltering.

No one had moved until Harry pointed his wand towards flitwick and cast a Parselspell. Spells that cannot be blocked unless you know parseltongue. Flitwit was quick but his magic had already been weakened from the potion so he was hit.

Harry's smirk grew as he saw horror across everyone's faces. Some students had taken their wands out to try and stun Harry but they were young, their magic was weak enough that even the lowest dose he was able to slip without any notice was able to render them magicless. The other teachers suffered the same fate though Mcgonagall did not disappoint him.

She wasted no time in standing up and throwing a slew of non-verbal spells before Harry's even hit Flitwick. Unbothered, Harry simply waved his wand with a flick, hissing a spell, as the spells coming towards him simmered out before they even got close to him. She didn't relent though, she kept trying to throw off spells. He just sent the same parsley stunner at her as he did Flitwick. He did this all while effortlessly sidestepping Dumbledore's own attacks and throwing a few non verbal and wandless spells right back.

2 down one more to go he mused. Just as expected only those 2, Dumbledore and Snape would barely have enough magic left to try and attack but he needn't worry about snape.

Snape sat there looking pained, his expression tight and tense. He knew better than to interfere no matter how much he wanted too. Voldemort had informed him that there was to be a final attack happening today to secure their victory for good. He was told not to interfere no matter what or else. He expected a raid on the castle, or even in hogsmeade. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that it'd be Lilly's own son doing the Dark Lord's bidding, attacking the school in what seems to be so far, a successful attempt at taking over the school. How long ago had the boy switched sides? A joker, that's what Potter was. The dark side's wild card that no one but the Dark lord knew about. He desperately wished that Potter was being forced to do this, under some type of potion, blackmail, something. But looking at the cruel gleam in those eyes, those hopes died.