p style="-qt-block-indent: 0; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px;"Chapter 1: Exit, Light/p
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p style="-qt-block-indent: 0; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px;""My boy, are you absolutely certain of this?", Dumbledore said, peering over his half-moon spectacles. "I am, Headmaster. Sirius is in trouble. You said you recognized the hallway with the glowing balls; we need to go now!", Harry slammed his fists against the Headmaster"s desk, knocking over spinning baubles and a bowl of sugary treats./p
p style="-qt-block-indent: 0; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px;"Within the hour, the core of the order of the phoenix and one boy-who-lived were in the darkest corner of the bowels of the british ministry of magic, also known as the department of mysteries./p
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p style="-qt-block-indent: 0; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px;""So which door do we choose?", Arthur Weaseley asked regarding the three identical doors at the end of the path. The room they were in now seemingly had no ceiling and now floor, just the tri-forked path and an impenetrable darkness. Before anyone could answer, each door fell flat against the ends of the path and opened. "Gather in the center, quickly!", cried Dumbledore. He was not quick enough. Suddenly, all the light in the room was sucked into the doors, along with every screaming member of the order. Satisfied, the doors slammed shut. Just like all of those years in the cupboard, Harry was alone, screaming in the dark./p