Ministry of Magic Falls to Night

Atrium echoes with shattering glass. Fountains run dry as shadows amass. Auror badges tarnish

and fall. Under our siege, they answer the call. All of the

Ministry kneel to the night. Our decrees now bind,

extinguish the light. No trials or justice, only our might. In corridors deep,

we seize the fight. Portraits scream as their frames ignite. Time turners melt

in the endless night. Elevator's halt, trapped in despair. Our victory lingers,

heavy in air. In the Department of Mystery's domain. We unleash histories, breaking the

chain. Harry storms with wonder ablaze, curses erupt in vengeful haze.