Harry Potter The Kiss

Riddle House, Little Hangleton

The self-styled Dark Lord, AKA Tom Marvolo Riddle, was beyond angry. He was administering his favourite curse to his useless servant, Wormtail, for having the audacity to question HIS decision. He knew the drain of power was probably doing more damage to this thing of a body he inhabited than it was to his victim but the rule of fear had to be maintained, his word was law.

He lifted the cruciatus curse as Wormtail was now unconscious. An enormous snake waited in anticipation of a green light from her master's stick, this would signal meal time. The creature that was Voldemort unexpectedly emitted an ear-piercing scream then collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony. The snake meanwhile was enveloped with a golden glow, which had it thrashing around the room, trying to find release from the pain induced. A green mist left the snake's now dead body where it seemed to form a humanoid shape before starting screaming.

Head teachers Office

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in his office with scrolls containing reports of the latest developments from the Ministry of Magic. He couldn't help but be reminded of the muggle proverb, 'a camel is a horse designed by a committee!'

Albus thought that what the magical world needed was an outstanding leader, one who could take them into the next millennium. Having a little chuckle to himself, he thought he knew just the Order of Merlin winner for the job when all his plans came to fruition. He was rudely awakened from his pleasant daydream as the magical tsunami that had its epicentre with the unconscious couple hit his office.

All his silver instruments and measuring devices, arranged throughout his office exploded. Albus was lifted out of his chair and knocked flat onto his back on the floor as every piece of glass, including the windows, shattered into thousands of pieces.

Potions Lab

Severus Snape was not a happy wizard, but then again Severus Snape had never been a happy wizard. He loved brewing potions but the only thing he hated more than children was teaching children potions. He considered teaching anyone below seventh year and not from Slytherin a waste of his valuable time and talents, since the vast majority of his time was spent outside this endeavour, he was not best pleased.

To add insult to injury Potter had got past the dragon relatively unscathed. While contemplating the injustice that is life, he consoled himself with the thought that at least it couldn't get any worse. Fate can sometimes have a sense of humour. Snape's arm felt as if it was on fire as the dark mark suddenly delivered pain through his body, dropping him to the floor writhing in agony.

Though nothing could convince him of this at the time, being on the floor turned out to be a blessing in disguise as the magical pulse impacted on the potions lab, exploding thousands of containers of all shapes and sizes. This created a virtual hail of glass, which sliced through the space he had occupied a heartbeat ago, only being behind his desk saved the potions master's life.

Great Hall

As the students were sitting down to lunch, the behaviour from the top table of Professors Moody and Karkaroff largely went unnoticed. Both wizards simultaneously clutched their left arms and fell to the floor in agony. The reason this strange behaviour went unnoticed was due to the pulse arriving seconds later, knocking every window in the hall onto the thankfully empty courtyard below.

The sound created by this phenomenon had a pair of red haired Gryffindors dreaming of recreating the effect in their newest firework, which they immediately named 'Shock and Awe' because that's exactly how they felt.

Apart from some spilled pumpkin juice, not one person received any injuries and everyone considered themselves very lucky.

Kitchens

The castle recognised the pulse and knew where it originated and even more important what it signified, Hogwarts immediately switched allegiance from the current headmaster to its new protector and rightful owner.

Hogwarts had the largest number of house elves in Britain and they were working like a well-oiled machine, during one of the busiest periods of the day. When the pulse reached the kitchen, only minimal damage was caused, one elf in particular though couldn't contain his excitement and bounced up and down on the spot because, like the castle the elves recognised their new owner.

Room of Requirements

In a massive storeroom of forgotten and discarded possessions, an old dusty tiara suddenly began to float. While floating, it became surrounded by a golden aura, this was then disturbed by a green mist which seemed almost sentient and started screaming. As it was trying to escape the glow, the magical pulse hit resulting in no trace of the mysterious mist being left.

The magical pulse swept the length and breadth of the country and seemed to have predetermined targets as a ring, a cup and a locket succumbed to an identical fate.

Ministry of Magic

The "clutching arm and falling to the ground" epidemic seemed to select specific wizards and witches throughout the country. Even the Minister for Magic and his Senior Undersecretary were affected as they were found on the floor of his office, partially clothed, by an Auror. The ashen-faced Auror immediately closed and locked the door, then rushed to find an obliviator to remove a memory that would otherwise haunt him for the rest of his life.

The magical pulse engulfed the ministry building but the damage was limited to only one department. Nobody from the Improper Use of Magic Office would ever use the word "limited" to describe the chaos caused when all their monitoring apparatus exploded, leaving the Ministry blind to any underage magic, illegal apparition, portkey use and many other activities that the wizarding public were unaware the were being monitored for.

Gringotts Bank

In his office Ragnok, the General Manager of Gringotts Bank and Leader of the Goblin Nation, had a look that would put the fear of death into any witch or wizard who had the misfortune to gaze upon it, a fellow goblin would recognise a very large grin on their leaders face. He pushed a button on his desk and immediately his assistant appeared in front of the extremely happy goblin and awaited his instructions.

"Tell Griphook he will be having visitors soon and to offer them any and all the assistance of the bank and the Goblin Nation," said a still smiling Ragnok.

The assistant couldn't believe what he was hearing but with Ragnok seemingly in an exceptionally good mood nothing more than a "yes sir" was going to be uttered as he hurried to carry out his order, wondering just who the visitors could be.

Riddle House, Little Hangleton

As the pathetic creature fought through the pain of its dying body, with one last Herculean effort the thing that was Voldemort reached out to the green mist and absorbed it into itself. Barely a second later the magical pulse hit the mansion but passed through causing no damage whatsoever.

Head teachers Office

It had been many, many years since anything had been able to knock Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore down and as he lay there, with the destruction of his office all around him, he felt control of the castle leave him. While trying to formulate a plan of action, he was hindered by two words that kept repeating over and over in his mind, "deep shit!"