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As Harry was walked down the halls of the Ministry, surrounded by his friends, he couldn't help but come to the conclusion that Snape was an evil asshole.
Oh, sure, he had always known that Snape was an asshole, and Ron was constantly saying he was evil, but that didn't mean that they actually thought it was true. Dumbledore trusted him, so they figured they could trust him too.
But they couldn't.
When the six of them had rushed from Hogwarts to the Ministry to try and save Sirius (which they now knew was a trap), Snape had stopped them, before sending them on their way with a promise to contact the Order. Considering the situation they were in right now, that never happened.
Harry glanced down at the magic suppressing cuffs on his wrists. No one had come, and Voldemort had gotten what he was looking for. He had chased Bellatrix to the Atrium, where Voldemort had appeared and, instead of some long drawn out battle where one of them would end up killing the other, Voldemort simply stunned him. Stunned him. He had felt a little insulted it wasn't a killing curse, but he supposed his survival couldn't be something to complain about. When he had come to, he had expected to be surrounded by Death Eaters, waiting for him to wake up so they could torture him. Instead, he found himself chained to a chair next to his five friends, surrounded by the ministry who preceded to level charge after charge on them.
To be fair, he figured that some of them were Death Eaters waiting to torture him.
Any time they tried to plead that they were only trying to stop Voldemort and save someone from being tortured, they were rebuffed. They were all charged to go to Azkaban for the rest of their lives, for sheer property damage alone. Apparently, he and all six of his friends became classified as a 'rather large danger to society'.
He could remember seeing Lucius' smug smile, Fudge's full-blown grin, and Dumbledore's disappointed eye twinkle.
The last one had probably pissed Harry off the most.
Before they were to be carted off to Azkaban they were offered a few final minutes with their family. He was glad Dumbledore didn't try to get the Dursleys to come to say goodbye. He might have killed them for no other reason than because it would be his last chance to.
He had watched as everyone but Hermione say their goodbyes (muggles weren't allowed in the ministry, they had said). Mr. and Mrs. Weasely cried their goodbyes to Ron and Ginny. Neville's grandmother glared at him for a second before giving a tight goodbye and walking out. Luna had hugged her dad, who then whispered something to her, and Remus had walked up to him.
Remus had given him a hug, telling him that Tonks was keeping Padfoot from doing anything reckless. He also discreetly stuffed something in his pocket, before saying a final goodbye and leaving.
Then Dumbledore approached him.
Dumbledore had told him that they should have told someone before they left, that they should have trusted him enough to get word to him about what they were doing, and how he would get them out of Azkaban soon enough. All without meeting his eyes.
Then, he whispered to him about the prophecy.
After that, something in Harry just snapped. He had yelled back that they did tell a teacher, a teacher that Dumbledore had told them to trust, and that that teacher didn't do shit. He had yelled that if he wanted to be trusted, he had better start trusting Harry back, or else Harry would tell him nothing. And he screamed that Dumbledore had no more power, anywhere, and that no one would be able to get them out before they all had their souls sucked out of them. Finally, he roared that the whole reason they were going to Azkaban was because Dumbledore hadn't felt it necessary to tell him that there might be a reason Voldemort would want to lure him into the Ministry in the first place.
The only reason his hadn't destroyed the room they were in was because of the magic suppressing cuffs on his wrists.
Dumbledore had left without another word, and Fawkes, who had been perched on his shoulder, glanced back at Harry for a long moment before he dropped a single feather on the floor.
Harry reached down to pick it up, before being hugged by a solemn Hermione.
Soon the only remaining parents had to be forced out by Ministry Personnel, and the six of them were then forced to watch their as their wands were snapped in front of them, one by one.
That led to where they were now, being forced down the hallway to where they would be portkeyed to Azkaban.
Harry twitched, looking at Ron out of the corner of his eye. Then he looked at Hermione. They had been best friends for five years, and both his friends knew what that look meant. They gave him a look back, silently asking if it was a good idea. The other three were looking at them, knowing that something was happening between them, but they couldn't tell what.
Finally, Harry was able to convince his two friends that it was a good idea, and put the plan into action the second they made it around the corner. They only had two guards, one in front and one in the back. The Ministry probably didn't think six wandless children would be enough to overpower two armed aurors.
They were wrong.
Giving a sight nod, Harry put his plan into action. Immediately, Ron slammed the back of his head into the auror behind him, knocking him onto the floor, while at the same time Hermione slammed the cuffs into the back of the head of the man in front of her.
Harry walked over and kicked the still conscious man on the temple, knocking him out as well.
"Dammit," Hermione growled from the other body, "His wand broke when he fell."
Harry reached down and picked up the wand of the other auror. Seeming to come out of her stupor faster than the other two who didn't know the plan, Luna walked over and held out her hand. "Here, I can get these cuffs off," she said smiling serenely.
Harry blinked at her, before shrugging and handing it over to her. She immediately stuck it in her mouth and tapped the cuffs on her wrists, causing them to fall off.
When they looked at her incredulously, she said, "Daddy told me that they only stop magic from the hands, but that nothing else is blocked," before skipping over to Hermione to unlock hers.
A couple seconds after the six of them were broken out of their chains and Harry had been decided to hold the wand, alarms blared through the Ministry.
"Crap," Harry muttered, before he took off running, the others following behind him.
They ran down a couple corridors, before turning a corner and nearly running straight into a group of aurors. Luckily, the aurors were just as surprised as they were, or the six of them wouldn't have been able to get back around the corner.
After running down corridors, up and down stairs, and nearly running into more aurors, all while dodging spellfire, when they somehow made it back to the Department of Mysteries.
There were still scorch marks and rubble left from the couple days before when they had fought. They had run for a while, but eventually ended up being cornered in front of the eerie archway Harry had seen the day before.
All six of them were surrounded by about two dozen aurors, with only the whispering archway behind them.
"Alright kids, come quietly, and nobody needs to get hurt," one of the aurors said, pointing his wand at them, holding off on stupefying them for the time being.
However, the guy next to him was a bit more trigger-happy, and shot a stunner at them.
Acting on instinct, Harry swung his wand and yelled, "Protego!"
While normally this wouldn't have been a problem, it should be noted that Harry was not using his own wand, and as such it was rather temperamental to its new owner. Because of this, when Harry cast the shield, instead of creating a dome of protective energy, the wand exploded in his hand.
The force of the explosion knocked all six of them back into the veil before any of the aurors could do something to stop them.
Harry reached out blindly as darkness overcame him, trying to grab one of his friends as he fell. He finally grabbed someone, pulling them close. A sudden extreme pain in his forehead caused him to nearly lose a hold of whoever he grabbed, but he just pulled the person closer and held on tighter, forcing himself not to let go.
Back in front of the veil, the auror who shot the stunner was sheepishly scratching the back of his head under the glares of his comrades. "Uhh… oops."