The New Lord of Godric Gryffindor

A/N: I deserve a swift kick in the ass, don't I? I've left my poor baby in the cold for about 2 months now. Probably lost some readers. Hope I can get them back with this. Please review, it only takes a small amount of time but makes a great effect on my motivation and self-esteem.

Chapter 7 `The only one he had ever feared'

The Ministry is ablaze. The death of Albus Dumbledore had rocked the core of the British Wizarding World. At the forefront of the uproar was the loss of what most of the world considered the only one He ever feared. The people had right worry to be anxious after that event.

A week after the passing of Dumbledore, while The Boy Who Lived is missing, Minister Fudge was killed in an assassination at his summer home in Dover. The Dark Mark had been found on his arm. He was back.

Now the Ministry has been uprooted, and darkness has befallen us all. A coup occurred only hours after the death was reported. The new Minister of Magic is now Antonin Dolohov. The 2^nd battle for the Ministry saw almost all of the Aurors killed. The rest turned on their weakened comrades and killed them in cold blood.

It is now no doubt that the government is being controlled by Him. Foreign Ministries have abandoned us, wishing to escape the control of Him. They prepare for the oncoming invasion, the cowards. The new Ministry looks like this:

Head of Magical Cooperation: Lucius Malfoy

Head of Dept. of Magical Law Enforcement: Bellatrix Lestrange

Head of Magical Games and Sports: Theodore Nott Sr.

Head of Control of Magical Creatures: Mulciber

Jr. Minister of Magic: Percival Weasley

Sr. Asst. Minister of Magic: Avery

Many new laws have been passed, effective as of now. The legal killing of any MuggleBorns has been legalized. So has the slavery, and kidnapping of Muggles themselves. The Wizengamot has been disbanded, as have all Quidditch teams in England. From now on, the (sic) hunt of MuggleBorns is the official sport of England. Any and all displays of displeasure of the new Ministry are forbidden.

People, we are now the slaves of a bloodthirsty tyrant! We must rise up! LONG LIVE ENGLAND, LONG LIVE ENGL-!

By: Rita Skeeter

That was the front page article of the Daily Prophet. People knew what it meant. It was a message to scare them all, to make them submit. But the article in The Weekly Phoenix gave them hope, and a mission.

People! I have a message, a massage to save your lives, a message of freedom.

Hogwarts still stands!

People, go to Scotland. The New Ministry has been set up there! We will prevail! The Spirit of Albus Dumbledore closes its gates on the Death Eaters. Hogwarts is our saving grace! The New Ministry governs all of Scotland, free of the reign of England. They have set up a defensive line at Hadrian's Wall, the frontline of the fighting.

The army needs you. Every able-bodied wizard over 17 is asked to join, to save our lives! We must fight and die, as living a lie is the biggest shame any of us could ever have! The call has been raised. ALL TO THE LANDS OF GRYFFINDOR!

By: Rita Skeeter

The call had been sent. People flooded to Scotland. One family was divided in its choice.

“Honey, we must go. Molly, the Burrow will always be our home. But home has no meaning when you are dead.”

“I know Arthur, but it's so hard to go, all our memories are here. This home reminds me of when he……”

“I know Molly, but the other children have a right to live.”

“Your right Arthur, YOU'RE RIGHT! We have to go… for the children.”

“I know you're upset. Bill and Charlie, Fred and George all are joining the Battalion. But think of Ron and Ginny. They both are still our babies. We need to protect them.”

“Yes, right. Well, I'll go and collect them. Make sure all of the things are safe. I…heard there is no room for many belongings.”

“Okay Molly.”

With that, Arthur stepped outside, while his wife went for his children. He gathered everything out there, and brought it in to the living room. The whole room was filled with all the belongings of the Weasley Family. As his wife came down, they grabbed all their suitcases and one trunk filled with personals. They stepped outside, onto the front lawn, and walked up the path leading to Stoatshead hill, the location of the Portkey.

Arthur Weasley stayed back as his family walked up the path. He turned to the home, and waved his wand in an intricate manner. The house began to get smaller. The home sunk into the ground, as a century old charm on the home took effect. The burrow went underground, to prevent the Death Eaters from seizing it. Arthur took a moment to make sure it was right, and walked up the path after his family.

After a few moments, a red headed girl darted back down the path, to where the house once lay. She kneeled down a moment to where the living room once was, and then got up and left. Hours later, when the Death Eaters came, they received one big earful, from a Howler addressed from Molly Weasley.

A/N: Well, the story is on once again. Thank you for all your reviews, they drive me to write more and satisfy your taste for a good story.