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The Weasley twins were truly gifts sent from Merlin himself.
With everything going on, the OWLs were the last thing on my mind, and needless to say, nothing could've come in handier than blowing up the whole exam hall. Literally.
And I'm sure my excitement would've held on for much longer if Harry wouldn't have seen Sirius with Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries.
Now, while using the only chimney that wasn't under surveillance was a brilliant idea, as soon as Umbridge walked in on us crouching before her fireplace, it turned into the opposite.
And now her stupid inquisitorial squad had each and every one of us grabbed by our robes, their wands out. However, Draco was nowhere to be seen.
"The Crutiatus curse ought to loosen your tongue," She whispered, making my breath hitch and throw a panicked look at Harry.
"That's illegal!" Hermione pointed out, seemingly just as nervous as I was.
"What Cornelius won't know, won't hurt him," Umbridge said, mostly to persuade herself rather than letting us know. She cautiously turned the picture of him on its front before turning around and getting into position.
My breath hitched as I watched Harry strapped to the chair, completely helpless. It made me remember that night on the cemetery, and I felt just as useless now as I felt back then.
But before I could get completely lost in my memories, and before anything happened to Harry, Hermione did manage to do something. I admired her for it.
"Tell her, Harry!" She yelled. And while I didn't know what they were talking about, I'd rather Harry tell her everything he knew than see him get hurt.
Umbridge stopped in her tracks, her wand only inches from Harry's face. "Tell me what?!" She asked, demanding an answer on the spot as her wand kept lingering in front of his face.
There were a few seconds of silence, Hermione waiting for Harry to say something, but he was just looking at her; not quite sure what she was referring to.
"Well if you won't tell her, I will," Hermione said, her voice shaky as her eyes were fixated on the wand in Umbridge's hand.
"Tell me where what is?"
Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes flickering back and forth between Harry and Ron, before looking straight at Umbridge. "Dumbledore's secret weapon," She said, the tears formed in her eyes threatening to spill.
Not many more words were exchanged between the three of them before Harry and Hermione were leading Umbridge out of her office, the woman holding them at wand-point as they left.
There was an uncomfortable silence hanging over the room, nobody saying a word to each other. The only sound escaping every now and then was the ruffling of clothes whenever one of the DA members tried to free themselves from the Inquisitorial clutches.
I sighed heavily, trying to think of a way out of here when Ron broke the silence. "I'm hungry," He said, and I furrowed my brows at the extremely inappropriate timing.
"Read the room," I hissed, so quietly he probably didn't even hear me from across the room as he went on.
"Do you mind just handing me the sweets in my pocket? I could really do with some."
Goyle jerked him around by his sweater before laughing out loud at his request.
"All you think about is food, isn't it, Weasley?" He snickered, and Crabbe joined in with loud laughter.
On the contrary of what I expected, Ron had a smug smirk on his face as the boy grabbed the sweets out of his pocket and handed them out to the rest of the squad.
Every single one of them devoured them without hesitation once they got their hands on it, smug smirks on their faces.
Crabbe was the first one to start behaving weirdly, gagging a few times for apparently no reason. That's when I realised what Ron actually did. I gave him the tiniest thumbs up, hoping nobody else would notice.
Though, it didn't really matter if they did. Just seconds later, all of them were scattered around the room trying to find objects to puke in.
God bless the Weasley's and their puking pastilles.
As fast as we could, all five of us ran out of the room, soon enough ending up outside the castle. I didn't know where Ron was going, but I had a feeling, for the first time in my life, he knew what he was doing.
We were almost half-way over the wooden bridge when Harry and Hermione came running from the opposite direction. As soon as we met, they fell into a conversation about how we got away.
Harry and Hermione both seeming rather surprised by Ron's smart action.
"I hate to be the one to cut the lovely catch up short, but-" I chimed in, trying to urge them to get back on topic. And Neville seemed to have the same thought.
"-How are we getting to London?" He asked eagerly, and I've never seen him like this before. He had always been rather shy and laid back the few times he was around.
Harry looked at us, one after another, before shaking his head.
"Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done; all of you." He glanced my way once, and I furrowed my brows. He didn't seriously think he was going to do this all by himself? "But- I've got you into enough trouble as it is."
"Dumbledore's Army was supposed to be about doing something real. Or was that all just words to you?"
Harry stayed quiet, and we all took a few steps towards him.
"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate."
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"Department of Mysteries," The calm elevator voice announced with a ding, and we all stepped out of the elevator cautiously, ready for anything.
We walked through a long, dark corridor. The walls and floors and ceilings all made out of the same black tiles. It was eery. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it.
The only noise loud enough to make out were our hitched breaths before Harry broke the silence. "This is it."
Naturally, we walked towards the only door in sight. Where else were we supposed to go to?
On the other side, we were met with complete darkness-only our wands lightening up the space around us slightly.
I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. But I didn't want to ask, either-towering shelves filled with thousands of glass-orbs stacked until they reached the very top.
Then, before I could take a closer look at where we actually were, Harry walked down the corridor at a fast pace. The rest of us following him in a hurry. I don't think any of us knew where he was going.
"He should be here," He spoke when he came to a crossroads, and I ran the few feet in between us to have a look myself.
"You saw him here? Are you sure? Maybe you switched up the numbers, or-" I began to ramble, freaking out at the completely empty halls as I twirled around twice in hopes I had missed something. Maybe a limp body somewhere in the corner, or shoes coming out from under one of the shelves; but nothing.
Please don't tell me this whole thing was a setup. Please don't tell me we actually let ourselves get lured in here. It couldn't be.
"-Harry," Neville exclaimed, his attention on something entirely different. His back was turned towards my brother and me as he spoke. "It's got your name on it."
My brother took a closer look, seemingly hypnotised by the orb in front of him. He reached for it, shot one more wary glance into our direction for reassurance before grabbing it cautiously.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... for neither can live while the other survives... "
"What's that supposed to mean?" I whispered in Hermione's direction, my brows furrowed while I tried to decipher the words coming from the orb. She seemed like she was trying to figure it out herself.
"Harry!"
My head snapped into Ginny's direction, my gaze following hers; landing on a figure walking our way.
Masked, and dressed in all black. The robe reminding me of the ones I saw on the death eaters at Voldemort's resurrection. It walked towards us slowly, leaving the sound of eery footsteps behind as it moved closer, and closer.
"Where's Sirius?"
"You know, you really should be able to tell the difference between dreams and reality." At his last words, he took his wand out of the cane in his left hand; getting rid of the mask on his face with one motion.
I startled slightly when I recognised the man from the cemetery. Harry, Ron and Hermione's eyes all flickered in my direction, and I looked back at them with furrowed brows as my breath grew heavier.
"You only saw what the dark lord wanted you to see," He said, his wand still raised as he scanned our faces. His eyes rested on me, an evil smirk appearing on his lips. "Y/N Potter, is it?" He said, his head tilted in the slightest as he nodded to himself.
My breath hitched as my name left his mouth, and I looked him right in the eyes.
"You leave her out of this!" Hermione yelled, so suddenly and unexpected it startled me. I continued watching him with furrowed brows, confused what was supposed to be special about me.
"Now, now," He said, pointing his wand at the girl threateningly. "I wish we would've met under different circumstances, Y/n. But, for reasons I can't quite put my finger on, my son just didn't seem to want to introduce the two of us." He laughed lowly. A laugh so gruesome it sent shivers down my spine.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, summoning all my strength and courage to squeeze past Harry and Ron to stand right in front of the man. His grey eyes piercing right into mine.
Grey eyes that reminded me of Draco so very much. I always thought they used to be as unique as it could get. But here I was, staring at an exact copy of them.
"Though, that was until he told me why he was really wasting his time with you. I always knew Draco was an exceptionally smart kid, but I almost thought he lost it completely when I found out..."
I raised my wand at the mention of his name, my breath hitching as I tried to connect the dots. My brain was working overtime in an attempt to figure out who this man was and what on earth he was talking about.
And then it sank in. Dropped like a bomb for me to deal with.
"You're his- father?" I asked, dumbfounded and immediately annoyed at myself for letting him startle me. I regained my composure as quick as I could.
He huffed amused, continuing his monologue as if I wasn't even here. "But seducing the only family Potter has left; getting so close to you you'd run to Draco as soon as anything happens. That's a true Malfoy's doing." He spoke so confidently, my body felt like it was about to give in at the words.
There must have been another way to explain the words coming out of his mouth. I was breathing heavily as he looked at me, amusement glimmering in his eyes.
"Now, don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with my boy," He said, his head tilting with a smirk on his face. "You have, haven't you?" He snickered, amusement written all over his face.
"You're fucking dead!" I yelled, so suddenly I didn't quite expect it myself. My wand that had lowered during the course of this conversation was raised again, pointing directly at him when I shot a spell out of it.
Harry pulled me back as soon as I did, and I could feel his chest heavily rising and falling behind me.
Malfoy blocked the spell with ease.
"I will look past that little mistake, Potter. Just hand me the prophecy," He spoke calmly, extending his hand in expectation, finally taking his eyes off me.
"If you do anything to us, I'll break it," Harry said surprisingly calm as he realised he had the upper hand. At least for the moment.
Dark laughter, that definitely wasn't the man's, was heard at the words, and I furrowed my brows at the woman appearing behind Malfoy.
"He knows how to play. Itty, bitty, baby Potter."
I was just wondering who she was, when Neville answered the question for me, making me wonder whether I asked out loud?
"Bellatrix Lestrange," He said.
"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's mum and dad?" I didn't know the history they had, but I sure noticed she struck a nerve when Neville lifted his wand, close to sending a spell her way.
"Now, let's, everybody, just calm down. All we want is that prophecy."
"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Harry asked bluntly, brows furrowed as he looked at the pair.
"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix hissed. "You filthy half-blood!" She yelled, her voice so loud it echoed through the long corridors.
"Did you not know he's a half-blood, too?" I asked recklessly, not quite sure what had come over me at that moment. Harry gave me a cautious look, though he seemed pleased.
"Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch, but his dad was a muggle. Or has he been telling you lot he's pureblood?" Harry challenged, the prophecy still in his right hand while the left tightly squeezed my own before letting go of it.
"Stupe-"
"-No!"
Bellatrix' failed attempt to make Harry and me shut up had Malfoy blocking the spell for us. I assumed it was to protect the prophecy in Harry's hand, and I thanked Merlin for it.
I just hoped while we were throwing glares and unspoken insults back and forth with them, somebody was figuring out a way for us to get out of here.
A/N: Going live in two hours on my Instagram seselinamae !! Hoping to see you there! You can ask questions, and I'll give a hint or two for the next few chapters! x
Also the beginning of this chapter might seem a bit rushed, but I'm just gonna assume everyone has read the books or watched the movies so I don't have to just copy what happens in the storyline when we all know what's happening lol thx
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