A reminder: for the following chapters, forget about all what really happened in canon. So that you don't get confused, just imagine it as a whole new battle (created by me).

**Meanwhile in the Department of Mysteries***

Danger was rotating around the helpless teenagers from every side, with the sounds and urges of at least a dozen of Death-eaters searching for them. They were all hidden in one room out of the hundreds available, away from reach and thankfully together.

Minutes ago, they had miraculously escaped from being in the clutches of those who never knew any mercy, as they breathlessly ran in a long dark corridor up until they found themselves right in front of a grande door. Harry's shaky hand reached to the, almost freezing, doorknob before frustratedly realizing it was locked. He was saved by Hermione's fearfully determined voice, "Oh move over, Alohomora," enchanting the door to open on its own accord.

Studying the surrounding he found himself in, Harry took everything in: the numerous, dusty shelves -towering around the corners of the room- had, from top to bottom, glowing bright blue glass balls, which were similar to the one clutched in his own fist, with his own and Voldemort's name carved on its surface. But what he found more intriguing was a ragged veil hanging from an ancient archway.

Absentmindedly handing Ron the warm circular prophecy, Harry tiptoed closer to the said veil that sort of inhaled and exhaled nothing but smoke. What caught him off guard were the faintly soft, almost inaudible, whispers erupting from what he presumed to be people hiding beyond the veil's curtain.

Luna was the only one, however, to spin her head as the urging sound of those whispers became more desperate in calling him away.

Luna stood in a dreamy trance, temporarily forgetting all about the surrounding danger, as she was caught under the veil's influence with those whispers echoing in her ears.

Something inside Harry, a nagging voice, made him fear this veil more than anything. He couldn't put his hands on the underlying reason behind such a fearful loathing reaction to, what seemed to be, a harmless object.

Desperately wanting to get away from it as much as possible, Harry, without another glance, silently seized a handful of Luna's robes and slowly dragged her backward, away from the veil.

The six teenagers were safe, at least for now, but they feared their camouflage wouldn't last for long. The frantic footfalls and the ragged breathing of the deatheaters, from behind the closed door shielding them, sent shivers down their spines.

They all wore identical frightened faces, terrified that even a single shaky breath would give them away at some point- at any point. Without an agreement, they kept themselves completely silent, not even daring to whisper.

A few of the many thoughts that were racing in Harry's mind at the moment were tormenting... One, it was a trap and he fell for it. Two, they were hopelessly caged, with no way out. Three, they were helplessly outnumbered and overpowered.

He was struggling with all his mental power to formulate a plan, but it seemed nothing worked for him that day. He was hoping that for once something, anything, would happen in their favour.

All he wanted to do was save Sirius from dying, and now he had led his friends to real danger. He unconsciously gave them side-looks of guilt, and he hoped they understood this indirect apology and would truly forgive him for jumping to conclusions and risking their lives.

Just then, a much darker image crossed his mind. What if they died, because of him? He was certain of one thing, he truly wouldn't forgive himself, couldn't even live with himself, if anything would happen to them.

He mentally slapped himself. This wasn't the time for being drunk in his own thoughts, it's time for action. He must get himself and his friends out of here, and then he could have his self-pity party later. But how? What could he do? His mind was completely blank.

The crack of apparition instantly took him away from his thoughts, and he knew someone had just appeared from thin air. He spared a glance toward his friends and saw pure horror etched on their faces, with the same realization of their current position... they were caught.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath and nodded slightly. Gripping his wand tightly, he was about to do something very brave, yet very foolish.

He heard someone call his name, but that wasn't what stopped him. It was the voice, which he would recognize anywhere. A huge sigh of relief escaped him, as he turned around to see a panicked yet determined godfather, his godfather.

Harry felt a surge of an electric shock through every particle of his body, taking over the painful knot that had been building up inside of him --they were saved!

Harry wanted nothing more than to run to him and seek reassurance, but he knew this wasn't the time for it. They would have plenty of time later, or at least he hoped or truly believed so. He finally managed a small smile.

Mad-eye casted a silencing charm on the door. Sirius still spoke in a low voice, just in case. "Harry, are you ok? Well, you all seem fine." As Harry nodded, Sirius' eyes hardened and turned serious.

"Now, listen to me carefully. Remus will side-along apparate with Hermione; Tonks with Ron; Arthur with Ginny; Kingsley with Luna; Mad-eye with Neville. And Harry, you'll come with me," Sirius said, gesturing at each of the names he called.

Each Order member wordlessly approached the teenager he was responsible for, and they all did as they were told, in order. That left Harry and Sirius till the end.

The words came out before Harry could stop himself, "Does-does it hurt, the apparition?" Sirius replied shortly with a small smile, "better than being in here."

Harry nodded and moved closer to his godfather and held Sirius' extended arm tightly, as if his life depended on it- in a way it truly did. He braced himself for what would come next. It took only a few moments, but felt like hours, of being sucked and pushed down in a tube before it all ended.

The Order members were beyond thankful; this part of the plan worked even better than what they themselves have anticipated, and they all headed back to the safety of the Hogwarts grounds.

Harry was ecstatic and truly grateful for getting an end to this in the best way possible. But as always, his happiness didn't last long, as he realized there was something more to their plan. He decided to voice his thoughts, and what he heard from Remus made all his worries come back with full force. He knew it, it was too good to be true!

"We needed to get you all out of there first, but we still have to go back and fight them off. It is a mission for the Order, and even Dumbledore will join us shortly," Remus said, pointing at himself and the countable Order members.

"Since they've lost all hope in laying hands on that prophecy, they'll be weak enough and relatively easier to bring down," said Remus, glancing at the sparkling circular object clutched in Ron's fist.

"We are relying on the element of surprise. Arthur will stay with you. You better head back to the hospital wing, all of you." Talking to Harry more than anyone, Remus continued, "and please just stay there."

They received murmurs of agreement. As they were all getting ready to side-apparate at the same time, holding each other's hands, they missed the look on Harry's face.

Harry knew, deep down, that something was bound to go terribly wrong this time... he just knew it. Images of suffering kept rushing into his mental eye, blocking his mind from thinking straight. He couldn't bear thinking about all of the dark possibilities. No, he couldn't leave them do that, alone. There was a small voice in his head that kept on urging him to just do it!

Without giving himself a moment to think, he acted on impulse and took off with lightening speed, without even knowing that he was capable of doing so. He vaguely heard his friends screaming for him. The last thing he saw was Sirius's eyes twisting in shock, anger and horror, before re-experiencing this weird sensation that was close to death itself.

His head was spinning furiously; his throat was constricted, choking from the immense pain on his chest. He kept on rotating in the air endlessly... until, suddenly and without any warning, he landed face-down on hard ground.

The next thing he knew was being grabbed tightly by the arm behind a shield and scolded by a certain furious godfather.

"Are you mad? What in the name of Merlin did you do that for? We didn't bring you out of danger so that you would just rush into it again." Sirius snapped, rage filling his sharp gaze.

"You have to get back.. now," said Sirius, breathing heavily, as he looked shaken more than Harry had ever seen him to be.

"No, I am staying with you," replied Harry, desperation swirling in his gaze.

Sirius' expression softened, and he opened his mouth to reply before... his gaze hovered over Harry's shoulder on something, or rather someone pointing his wand at Harry's back.

Sirius' eyes widened beyond measure, he even felt his heart miss a beat. He was left speechless and motionless, glued to the ground, and he couldn't do anything about it. He watched in horror as the tip of the wand fired the curse designed to kill. He looked back at Harry's confused and desperate face...

Everything happened in a matter of seconds.

Cliffhanger, isn't it? I suppose you didn't expect that. What do you think happened and would happen next?

Hope you liked it!

Btw. I am very open to (actually, encouraging) constructive criticism, feedback and opinion.

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Just want to note that I meant to make the initial rescue so easy, more than what seems real... to highlight the fact that all what will happen next is because of Harry acting on impulse -not for the first time.