Dark Repercussions

Chapter 17

As predicted, the headlines were massive. The capture of the biggest death eater troop and two assassins was cause for actual celebration, people were cheering and dancing about the news; it was insane. Classes were a complete write off because everyone, even the teachers, were too happy and too excited to focus on their work. The noise in the great hall was explosive, people were milling around three of the four house tables, smiling and laughing like the Dark Lord had been taken down and Harry shook his head.

Obviously, the Slytherins were not happy about this but they kept their contempt in, they were doing extraordinarily well at not cursing anyone but Harry could see that those who had the mark already were pissed. He could pick out those with the mark on other houses too, they were good actors, he would give them that, but he noticed the strain in their smiles and the tenseness in their shoulders. Harry was struggling to keep his own excitement in. They hadn't set a date, but they would be taking the ministry soon and he couldn't wait, it was one step closer to Hogwarts which would grant them the magical Great Britain. He could practically taste the victory they had worked so hard for, and he was more than looking forward to whipping of his mask and spitting in Dumbledore's face. Oh it was exciting.

The skip in his step could be placed down to the capture and in one respect, it was. Of course, there was one people who knew the real reason of his obvious cheery mood and bouncing steps, Neville had a good laugh when he first saw Harry that day and would laugh every time he saw Harry bouncing around.

"Anyone would think you are happy," He laughed as Harry skipped down the corridor and Harry grinned.

"Am I being too obvious?"

"You're currently skipping," Neville told him.

"It's this capture, I'm just so happy about it."

"I can tell,"

"Well he has a right to be happy, the dark has just taken a serious blow." Hermione put in and both assassins nearly laughed.

"I suppose your right, anyway, I have to go," Neville said and walked towards the doors, no doubt for the greenhouses, Harry could see his shoulders shaking as he went and grinned; he would bet Neville would collapse in a fit of laughter as soon as he was free. Harry continued on to the common room bouncing as he went, he was so happy at their reactions that he didn't even mind staying with his shadows; he might even go and visit his little giocottolo later. It was nearly time to take over and he couldn't wait.

Final preparation was being set, death eaters were being placed in their final grouping order, those who had been captured we already briefed to which unit they would be in. Tom had mapped out that each unit would be responsible for a different level and they would draw the fight to them in the atrium where the elite and mortes would be in wait. Everything was ready and prepared, there was nothing more to do, they just had to set a date.

"The ministry will be ours." He murmured to himself as he went to bed that night.

It was already too late.

Today.

It was today.

They were moving that very day.

The day had finally arrived and Harry was buzzing. They were set to take the ministry and he was trying to control the urge to flee to the manor to surround himself in the pre-fight atmosphere. He had to live the day first before he could go back and it was making him twitchy, he wasn't the only one though, he could tell Neville was just as worked up as he was. The orange assassin seemed to bounce on the balls of his feet and kept looking at his watch as if he was willing in to move quicker; Harry didn't blame him. Harry tried to keep it together but he was distracted all through lessons, luckily for him it made his performance lessen and it served to please Ron and Hermione greatly, but it was getting on his nerves.