Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I don't own it because JK Rowling and/or Warner Bros does, and quite apparently I am not them.

Flying to the Ministry of Magic on something he could not see, Neville Longbottom tried not to think of everything that could go wrong today. It was hard, however, because there was not much else to think about during his flight.

He didn't want to think about how high up he was. That could only result in feelings of nausea and fear. He wasn't sure which one he wanted to avoid more. He sat up a bit, readjusting himself on the invisible creature that was carrying him. He wished that he could see them, it might make him feel a little safer. Although, apparently seeing them meant you would've had to see death first, and Neville wasn't very keen on that. Harry and Luna were the only ones out of them who could see the thestrals. Harry had obviously witnessed his parent's death, but he wondered who Luna had seen die. He didn't want to ask, though, it seemed too personal.

The side effect of trying not to think of something, was that even in trying, you were already thinking it. So there was no way Neville could stop thinking about how high up in the air he was, or how terribly wrong everything could go today.

Today he was going to help save Harry's godfather Sirius. This meant that the six of them: himself, Ginny, Luna, Ron, Hermione and Harry, were going to break into the Ministry and make their way to the Department of Mysteries.

It seemed as though they had already got past the first obstacle, which had been the evil pink woman, Dolores Umbridge. He wasn't sure exactly what Hermione and Harry had done after they had left the office, but they had sure gotten rid of her. He was glad. Umbridge didn't frighten him as much as Snape did, but she was still dreadful. He'd seen Harry's hand and didn't want anything like that to happen to him.

But besides Umbridge, there were so many possibilities for things to end up badly. What if Harry's godfather wasn't there and it was a trap? What if something bad had happened to Sirius before they got there? What if the Ministry discovered them before they could do anything? There were a lot more 'what if's that ran through Neville's mind, too many to list.

He looked over to the others, seemingly floating in the air. Everyone looked so focused, especially their leader, Harry. It was pretty serious, though. They were a bunch of teenagers breaking into the biggest government building in all of England. Ginny's vibrant hair was flying behind her, and her expression seemed very similar to everyone else's. The only one who stuck out to Neville was Luna.

She was looking around the clouds, her eyes as wide as ever. Since she could see the creature she was riding, she was petting it. It was odd to Neville because he could feel the skin of the thestral he was riding and it was cold and thin. Not something that people would normally wanted to pet, but then again, Luna didn't do many normal things.

She looked over at him, and he looked away for a second. Feeling a bit foolish for doing so, he looked back and gave her a small nod. She smiled and nodded back.

"We're getting close to the Ministry," He heard Harry's voice call. Straining his eyes, Neville tried to see anything ahead of them. He couldn't see anything but his friends and the sky surrounding them.

"Harry, how are we going to get in on these? I mean, the Ministry is underground." Hermione's voice of reason made Neville a bit more nervous than before. Did Harry have a plan after this point? Were they going to fly into muggle London on invisible animals and casually walk into the Ministry of Magic? Was it possible for them to fly into the Ministry on these thestrals?

"Just trust me, Hermione." Harry said, still looking ahead, "I have a plan."

Hermione's sigh could be heard even over the rush of air in Neville's ear from flying.

They all landed in an alleyway, hoping that nobody had really seen them. Harry may not have been the best planner, but it was better than anything Neville could have come up with. They got off of their thestrals. The action looked funny to someone who couldn't see the animals. The group stood together, waiting for their next instruction.

"Well, Harry?" Ginny said, crossing her arms and stepping closer to him. "The Ministry is underground, isn't it? How are we getting in?"

"Right, well, when I came here for my hearing, your dad," he looked at Ginny and Ron, "took me in through a phone box. I was thinking we could do the same thing."

Neville nodded, it seemed like a good plan. "And where do we go once we're in there?"

"Head for the Department of Mysteries. We can get in a lift, and that will take us there." Harry nodded once, and started walking. Ron and Hermione were the first to follow, then Luna skipped behind them, followed by Neville and Ginny. Neville felt a little claustrophobic walking between the two tall building walls. He was only really able to see the people in front of him until they emerged into downtown London. They all followed Harry, who walked for a while and then stopped at a classic red telephone booth.

"I'll take Ron and Hermione first," Harry said, opening the door. "After we go, one of you has to dial six, two, four, four, two. It should spell out 'magic' on the keypad."

Neville nodded and Harry, Hermione, and Ron got in the booth. They stayed there for a second, Harry dialed the numbers on the keypad, and the phone box moved. It slid downwards and a new booth followed it.

"Wicked," Ginny whispered.

The three of them that remained got into the red box as the three preceding had done. It was just as crowded as Neville had expected, if not a little more. He dialed the number Harry had told him to, and the booth moved down. Ginny and Neville moved to the edges of the box, surprised, but Luna stood calmly where she was. She still had her airy smile on her face.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. They still looked tense, nervous. Harry even more than the others. It made sense, his godfather could be in real danger, but it could also be a trap. But knowing Harry, there was no way he could take the chance of Sirius being hurt anymore, even if it meant going against Voldemort himself. It was no wonder that he had been able to pull the sword of Gryffindor out of the sorting hat in their second year. He was everything a Gryffindor was meant to be, the epitome of bravery and courage. Neville had a hard time believing that he was sorted into the right house sometimes. Dumbledore's Army had helped a lot, though. Now he at least knew that he could do some spells right.

"Alright, now that we're all here, we can get started," said Harry.

They got on a lift and Harry pushed a button to take them to the Department of Mysteries. An automated voice read the name of the floor to them once they reached it, and they all stepped out.

"So this is it," Ron murmured grimly, which was met with a nod from Harry.

"Yeah," he replied.

"What do we do now?" Hermione asked, looking around the department, which held rows and rows of orbs; they were all prophecies. Harry's was in here somewhere, hidden. Neville supposed it could have been his just as well as Harry's, but it had come down to who Voldemort chose to kill.

Harry seemed as if he didn't hear Hermione. He was running like he knew where he was going, but he had never been here before. Except, he had, in his vision. What had shown him Sirius in this room was what made him able to navigate the aisles of crystal balls.

The five followed him to where he was standing, in the middle of an empty space, an intersection of shelves. There was nobody else there, just Harry standing.

"He's not here," he said, and turned back to the group. "He's not here and I fell for it."

Ginny stepped forward and laid a hand on his arm. "We should go now."

Neville had stepped away from the group, he had seen something interesting. A crystal ball that had glowing mist inside of it. As he got closer, he saw that it had a label, and that label read "Harry Potter".

"Harry," he called back to them, "I think you should see this. It has your name on it."

They walked over, Harry coming to the front to see what Neville had found.

"That's a prophecy," Hermione said quietly. "Harry, that's yourprophecy."

Harry nodded gently and reached up for the sphere and took it in his hand. It was mesmerising, holding their attention.

"Alright," Harry said, "We can go now."

They started to leave, but stopped when they reached a junction point of the sections of shelves, back where Sirius should have been.

There was a figure, a wizard, with a silver mask.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.

The Death Eater started to walk forward. "You really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality." He withdrew his wand and pulled off his mask, revealing the face of Lucius Malfoy. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy."

"You take one more step towards us and I'll break it," Harry said sternly.

A woman with frizzy black hair appeared behind Lucius. "He knows how to play! Itty bitty baby. Potter."

Neville recognized this woman, she was one of the people who had escaped from Azkaban. He had seen her in the Daily Prophet when he was younger. And he had heard her name echo around him while he sat at his parents' beds in St. Mungo's. "Bellatrix Lestrange." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Bellatrix smiled, her dark, rotten teeth showing. "Longbottom, is it? How's mum and dad?"

"Better now that they're about to be avenged!" He pointed his wand at the witch, ready to curse her into oblivion, make her end up the same way as his parents. She wasn't far from insane, surely it wouldn't take long.

Before he could do that, though, Harry stopped him.

Lucius stopped Bellatrix as well as she prepared to fight Neville. Neville could have sworn the witch had looked at least a little scared. The blond death eater put his palms up cautiously. "Now let's everybody just calm down, shall we? All we want is that prophecy."

"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Harry asked.

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix whispered, "YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!"

"That's alright, he's just a curious lad, aren't you?" Lucius said calmly. He was so calm compared to the witch, it was unnerving. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really." He started walking towards them. "Haven't you always wondered; what was the reason that you were connected to the Dark Lord?" Another step closer, and Neville wondered if Harry hadn't noticed. He was too afraid to say anything, though. His moment of bravery had faded. "Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? And your scar. All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me. I can show you everything." Neville could see more Death Eaters appear around them.

"I waited fourteen years," Harry said finally. What was he doing? He couldn't really be considering handing it over?

"I know," Lucius said, faking sympathy.

"I guess I can wait a little longer. Now!"

That was the signal, and they all sent a "Stupefy!" at the Death Eater. He disapparated, and they started running. They turned a corner and he materialized, hand outstretched for the prophecy. They turned again, but then the group separated.

Neville ran through an aisle, and a Death Eater appeared in front of him. "Petrificus Totalus!" It was the first thing that came to mind, the spell that Hermione had used on him in only their second year at Hogwarts. He was surprised when it worked, and the man in front of him froze and fell over.

"Well done, Neville," Luna said, and pulled him away. He ran with her, they had to find the others. He and Luna reached an intersection and collided with each other. They could see the black swirling smoke of a Death Eater coming towards them.

Ginny stepped out before any of them could react. "Reducto!"

That got rid of the death eater, but created a new problem. The shelves and everything on them started to shift, the crashing of glass sounded like wind chimes. They all started to run, except for Luna. She stared in wonder at what would be her death if she didn't move soon. Neville grabbed her quickly and turned around, running again.

"Get back to the door!" Harry could barely be heard over the breaking prophecies.

They narrowly escaped, and jumped through the door.