Work Text:
All Your Base Are Belong To Us
In A.D. 1995
War was beginning...
All the Hogwarts students were assembled in the Great Hall for the term-starting festivities. The Sorting of new students had just completed, when suddenly a large explosion could be seen through the sky-mirroring roof of the Great Hall.
Professor Dumbledore had started into his annual speech, when he stopped suddenly. "What happened?"
The Gryffindor table was all abuzz with excitement. Ron elbowed Harry. "Someone set us up the bomb."
A flurry of post owls entered the hall. "It looks like a signal," Professor McGonagall commented.
"What!" Dumbledore was quite taken aback by the whole turn of events. "Is there any way to make our view of the sky a bit brighter, so we can see what's going on outside?"
Professor Snape rolled his eyes and pointed his wand toward the ceiling. "Main screen turn on." The sky brightened slightly. An eerie shape looking somewhat like a cross between a man and a snake formed out of the smoke of the explosion.
"It's you!" Dumbledore cried. "It's Voldemort!" The worried children sat stiff in their seats.
"How are you gentlemen!" Voldemort's voice boomed. "All your base are belong to us." Everyone looked up to see the ghastly display of verbal aggression. "You are on your way to destruction."
"What are you saying!" No one had seen Dumbledore look this worried before.
"You have no chance to survive. Make your time. Ha ha ha ha..." Voldemort cackled. The cloud-shape faded out, leaving a clear blue night sky once more.
Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "Is the 'Zig Project' you and Hagrid have been working on ready?"
"Yes, the dragons have all been transfigured into flying armored assault vehicles, yet keeping some of their original qualities as well." She looked ready for the coming battle.
Dumbledore gave the battle cry. "Take off every 'Zig'." He looked at McGonagall once more. "You know what you're doing." Once more he cried out to the assembled crowd. "Move 'Zig' for great justice."