Saturday dawned bright and sunny, but the clouds looming in the West foretold stormy weather for the evening's battle. Harry grinned evilly and headed for the shower. The little snots would never know what hit them.
Hermione stared out the window at the growing thunderheads. Poppy Pomfrey was going to kill her. And Harry. And probably the Headmistress. She sighed and headed for the hospital wing. The more she could do to prep for the evening's injuries the more likely she was to survive the weekend.
Ron met Harry outside the Great Hall and heartily congratulated him having the absolute best weather in the world to look forward to. Harry thanked him and turned to head in to breakfast when he was stopped by George Weasley, who offered his congratulations as well.
The three of them tromped into the Hall and commandeered a table in the middle of the room for all of the former D.A. members. Hermione joined them a few minutes later, and shortly after that the others began filing in.
Within the hour the Great Hall was full to bursting with students and their families, and the D.A. was right in the thick of it. The young adults were laughing and carrying on, catching up on each others' lives and remembering the fun they'd had when they were kids.
Those in the know had kept up a running commentary of each D.A. member who walked in the door – who they were, their accomplishments in battle, and what they'd been up to since the war. Those who weren't in the know soaked up everything they heard and vowed to remember all of it. After all, it wasn't every day that you got to see practically all of the heroes of the war in the same place.
Ginny Weasley in particular had caused quite a stir when she ran in, red hair flying, and pounced on Hermione. The two young women and shrieked and carried on as thought they hadn't seen each other in years. The Weasley boys and Harry just shook their heads and went back to their eggs. There really was no figuring out women.
After breakfast the Hall was cleared of everyone but the D.A., who stuck around to receive their orders for the BFB. The Headmistress was the first to take the podium, and when she was finished telling them that they would stick to the rules OR ELSE everyone was more than happy to comply. And wondered how Harry and Hermione had ever gotten up the courage to return to Hogwarts under her command.
Harry took the stage next and outlined his battle plan. It would be the students against the D.A., and he was sure that it would be a bloodbath – figuratively speaking, of course. No one was to use a spell more powerful than a stunner, and all stunned students were to be immediately reported by shooting red sparks into the air. A group of medi-wizards, who would be dressed in white and highly visible, would come for the injured and were not, under any circumstances, to be attacked.
The Quidditch field had been dismantled for the event, and turned into a maze similar to the one used at the Tri-Wizard Tournament of Harry's fourth year. The spectators would be seated in the stands, and large 'screens' would allow them to watch the progress of those in the maze. The screens had been George Weasley's doing. He had become very adept at adapting muggle technology to wizarding uses, something Hermione took full credit for. She'd talked him into taking a few classes with her at a muggle university and the next thing she knew he was modifying CD players to work off magic. Though he never said so, he was making a fortune.
Next up was Hermione, outlining the specific spells that would and would not be tolerated. Then Ron, who talked strategy and gave them their orders. The poor students. They didn't stand a chance.
Meanwhile, the participating students were gathering in the gym. Headmistress McGonagall called them to order and gave them the same speech she'd given the adults in the Hall. The same rules applied – nothing stronger than a stunner and all those injured were to be reported immediately. She then listed all approved and non-approved spells. Any deviation from the rules would mean immediate suspension, and probably expulsion.
The students had heard it before from their professors, but getting the lecture from McGonagall herself truly drove it home for them. They wanted to beat the adults, they did not want to leave Hogwarts. Satisfied that they understood, McGonagall turned the podium over to the McLaggen boy. He proceed to talk tactics and strategies. For the next three hours. The poor adults didn't stand a chance.
Lunch was a riotous affair, with students and adults trash talking each other and the spectators choosing sides. Minerva had outlawed wagering on the outcome, so of course the betting pool was enormous. Everyone had a stake in the outcome of the evening's battle. The students were convinced that McLaggen would lead them to victory. The muggle adults were split – after all, the D.A. members didn't seem very intimidating. Just that morning at breakfast Neville Longbottom had managed to upset half the table when his cloak got stuck between the slats on the bench!
The wizarding adults, on the other hand, backed the D.A. thoroughly. They knew perfectly well what they were capable of, especially with the 'Golden Trio' leading them. Even Minerva had managed to place 10 Galleons on them to win – via Arthur Weasley.
After lunch the students went off to enjoy the rest of the day with their families while the battle groups went back for more tactics. Oh yes, this was going to be a day to remember!
I'll take her during the battle. Oh yes, in all the confusion who will miss her? I'll take her, I'll kill her, and then Harry will be mine. All mine.