An Unexpected Twist of Fate || Dramione

CHAPTER 10 - Out of Control

It was Hell on Earth in the great hall of Hogwarts. An uproar of violent screams and protests surrounded the castle, echoing through the hallways and classrooms. Students were furious to say the least. A hot uprush of hatred and loathing was directed at the minister of magic who had lit the wildfire of malice.

"Are you mad?" Ron barked over the roaring crowd. His face had turned a fierce red and his eyes were set ablaze in an unstoppable fury.

"This is preposterous! Bloody Outrageous! You can't do this!" Seamus bellowed, rising to his feet with an incredible speed.

The ground beneath their feet shook with the stomps of the infuriated students.

"This is pure madness!" a Hufflepuff exclaimed in a very un-hufflepuffish way. Even the optimistic students wearing the black and yellow striped robes refused to see any good in this plan. The impossible has been made possible.

"How dare you pass such a law!" Hermione's eyes were shifting between their normal chocolate brown colour to a deadly pitch black. Something deep within the pit of her soul was burning and bubbling, threatening to escape and cause chaos.

"What on Good Merlin's Earth was running through your thick heads when you decided that this ... this ... whatever you call this rubbish, would create peace in the wizarding world?" Harry scoffed. A thick and evident vein was pulsing on his forehead, emphasizing his blatant anger and loathing for the ministry at the given time.

Neville shot up and shouted, "Nothing! Nothing was going through their heads, Harry! If anything, they've declared war!"

For the first time Pansy agreed with a Gryffindor. "Longbottom has the right idea! I say we stand together in this and fight for our rights!" Pansy led the outrage of agreeing students.

"You know what, their sick plan worked! Let's create "unity" and stand together to take down the bloody ministry!" Ron screeched once more.

Professor Dumbledore payed no attention to their intentions... His attention was elsewhere.

Ginny was adding fuel to the fire as she yelled out suggestions on how to end the minister and his band of inconsiderate fools. Her voice demanded the attention of those who dared to listen, entrancing them into a state of mindless submission to her devious schemes.

Ginny was strong-headed, and her determination and pride overruled her ability to make sensible choices by far. No one could stop her once she'd started.

Harry, who knew very well what the flaming redhead was capable of, grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her down into her seat, stopping what might have been the beginning of the next battle that would destroy Hogwarts again.

"Let go of me Harry! I demand you release me! I'm trying to save us! Can't you see that?" she cried out, tears falling from her icy blue eyes as she punched into his firm but soft chest.

Her tears were not of sadness, but of pure, undiluted detestation to the man who called himself minister. If not for Harry, Ginny would have done a lot more than just "stop the ministry".

Harry hugged her close, his strong grip never faltering at her actions to escape. "Ginny..." she didn't answer.

"Ginny!" Harry said loudly, and the redhead snapped her gaze to him.

"Stop... You're only going to land yourself and the rest of the students participating in what I assume would have been a brilliantly well thought out strategy, in Azkaban. It's not worth it." He said softly, wiping her tears of rage away, making way for the tears of sorrow and devastation.