More Than Magic (Hermione x Male reader)

Year 7 - Now The Real Fight Begins

The plan I had come up with could not have worked better Harry was to blend in with the rest of the students and get to Snape in the school assembly that was called. As he did that I called the rest of the order and Ron, Hermione and I delt with as many Death eaters as we could until they we go the main doors and then opened the to let them in. With the help of the remaining members we delt with all the death eaters left in the school and headed to the great hall. 

"It would seem that, despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster. I'm afraid it's quite extensive," Harry said as we enter.

Snape stares in stunned disbelief, then his gaze shifts as one by one, others emerge: Ron. Hermione. Lupin. Arthur. Molly. Fred. George. Percy. Luna. DeanThomas. Bill. Fleur. Kingsley Shacklebolt. The Carrows, who had been moving towards Harry, falter and turn to Snape with uncertainty. Harry's eyes narrow with malice as he stares at Snape. 

"How dare you stand where he stood. Tell them how it was that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you...and killed him. Tell them!" Harry said almost yelling. 

Snape watches Harry draw his wand, and point it at him. Snape's eyes find Harry's, but his face remains a mask. McGonagall stands poised, no longer an ashen ghost. Flitwick's hand twitches over his wand. The air prickles with anticipation. Snape moves as if to retrieve his wand. McGonagall steps forward and sends a volcanic blast Snape's way. Pivoting, he parries the spell but barely and sends it ricocheting around the room. Chaos ensues. Snape, parries spell after spell with astonishing skill deflecting two of the curses into Alecto and Amycus Carrow. Snape takes the measure of the room and sweeps his wand over his head, reducing the torches that line the wall to smoke and pitching the Hall into total darkness. As students scream a loud whooshing sound fills the Hall and some flying thing flickers past the windows, rattling the panes before blasting through one. Instantly, the torches burst back to life and we see that it's McGonagall, wand raised aloft, who's done it. In the moonlight, Harry can see a batlike creature beating into the night. McGonagall peers bitterly into the darkness.

"Coward! And he didn't even stay to fight! (turning to Harry)Mr Potter, do you mind telling me what you're doing here, which, I trust you realize, is an act of complete and utter lunacy?" McGonagall said.

"I'm a Gryffindor," Harry said. 

"I thought it might have something to do with that. (turning to the room) All right! Settle down! Settle down!" McGonagall said.

The room quiets. 

"It appears that your Headmaster, to use the common phrase, has done a bunk," McGonagall said.

Cheers rise from all Houses save Slytherin, where Pancy glowers along with Blaise and Goyle. Even McGonagall can't help but smile. Just then, Harry winces slightly, pressing his fingers to his temple. 

"Potter..." McGonagall said.

A slow rumbling fills the Hall. Harry, fingers trembling with pain, glances up, and sees dark clouds coagulating in the Enchanted Ceiling. McGonagall follows his gaze, as do others, watching as the clouds shift eerily, like blots of blood. Suddenly the flames in the torches along the walls tremble as a chill breeze consumes the room. The Hall slowly dims. All grows progressively silent when a girl screams, her voice rising and rising. Harry rushes through the throng, the students parting as he pelts forwards, pushing past them until he finds Maisy, cowering on the floor in the corner, hands over her ears, eyes clenched tight. She seems possessed. Everyone watches, chilled. Finally, Harry starts to move forward, when he himself winces, pressing his fingers to his temples. Another person screams somewhere in the hall, and then another. Harry glances about him, at the circle of faces in his vicinity. 

"The hell is going on," I say as if expecting an answer knowing I won't get one. 

a voice blooms in my head and I can tell all are now hearing it a deathly whisper... VOLDEMORT

"I know that many of you will want to fight. Some of you may even think this wise. But this is folly. I wish you no harm. I have great respect for the students of Hogwarts. I was once one myself after all. I ask for but one thing and if granted no magical blood shall be spilt... Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded," The voice said.

With that, the whisper recedes and those in the Hallslowly surface back into the prickling ambience of the here and now. Above them, the clouds evaporate in the Enchanted Ceiling and then, like iron filings flaking to the surface of a magnet, every eye finds Harry. 

For a moment, silence. Then, Pansy Parkinson jabs her finger at Harry. 

"Someone grab him!" Pansy said.

Instinctively, Ginny steps in front of Harry, wand drawn. Then, as one, the Gryffindors me included assembling in a line and face towards the Slytherins, shielding Harry. Moments later, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs do the same. Harry's eyes glitter at the sight, moved. Ginny lowers her wand.

Just then... Filch bursts into the Hall.

"Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!" Filch said then stops dead, as Mrs Norris wends through his legs.

"They're supposed to be out of bed, you blithering idiot!" McGonagall said.

"Oh. Sorry, ma'am," Filch said as he begins to turn away.

"Wait! As it turns out, Mr Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall," McGonagall said.

"Right away Er, exactly where is it I'd be leading 'em to, ma'am?" Filch said.

"The dungeons should do," McGonagall said. 

Cheers rise again and McGonagall's eyes turn to Harry. She rises up to full height, her jaw firm.  

"Now the real fight begins," Hermione said as I gave her a nod.