Devi: I'm baaack! And I've been sent off on a wild goose chase, it seems...Will-chan was nowhere to be found :[ hmm...MALFOY GET BACK HERE YOU WEASEL YOU GAVE ME HIGHLY INCORRECT-and inappropriate-INFORMATION!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione: *face palm* Why in the world would you listen to that moron?
Devi: Well...he seemed kinda cute...and, um...
Ron: *faints*
Draco: Mwahaha you fell for my trap! Now all if you, including the readers, will bow down to me-
Harry: *traps Draco* Hurry up and do the disclaimer! He won't be held for long!
Devi:...OMG BROMANCE!...Ahem, anyway, neither willoffire123 nor I own Soul Eater and/or Harry Potter! Have fun reading! Oh, a note to the readers: HELP US FIND willoffire123! That way, maybe she can help me get revenge at stupid Malfoy!...as cute as he is...~_~
Harry's POV
"They went this way," I said, starting towards the door at the other end of the long, almost completely destroyed room.
"Harry, what the hell's going on?" asked Neville in a shocked, squeaky voice.
"I'll explain on the way," I said. I definitely had enough time, seeing as we had just entered onto an enormous, and incredibly long flight of stairs.
"You've probably already noticed this by now, but Maka, Soul, Ethan, Tsubaki, Sam, Liz, and Patty aren't exactly human. For one thing, Ethan's real name is Black Star, and Sam's real name is Death the Kid. Kid, for short. They all go to a school in the desert of Nevada, in the U.S. This school is called 'Death Weapon Meister Academy'. There, meisters learn how to wield their weapons to protect mankind from a monster, born of insanity, called the Kishin. Meisters only make up half the student population though. The other half, are their weapons. As you saw earlier with Liz and Patty turning into twin pistols, and Tsubaki turning into a Chain Scythe. These students, or 'weapons' have the power to change into a specific weapon at will,
We found out about all of this a while ago; when they saved our necks from a Kishin Egg, a pre-Kishin, attack. I should probably explain something else, they protect humankind at the Academy by hunting souls. The meisters job is to feed their weapons 99 Kishin Egg Souls, and the soul of one evil witch. Death the Kid, named after his father, Lord Death, who is the principal/founder of the DWMA, is an example of a meister who has to collect 198 Kishin Egg souls and 2 witch souls, since he has two weapons. This is the same thing for any meister with two weapons. It's all a bit more complicated than that, but we don't have enough time for me to explain the rest of it," I finished. Just in time too, for at that moment, the floor vanished from underneath us.
Still Harry's POV
"AAAAHHHH!" We all screamed as we plummeted towards the abyss, only to stop, inches away from the smooth, marble, black floor, then plop onto the ground.
"Is everyone alright?" I called, getting shakily to my feet. Five murmurs of 'yes' answered back.
Ron stared up at the celling that we had just fallen through. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"Probably a defensive charm," said Hermione, getting to her feet. "We should first figure out where we are, then continue towards Sirius. Maka and the others are bound to turn up along the way."
"How are we supposed to do that?" Ron asked indignantly. "I don't see a map anywhere, do you?"
"Keep moving forward," I ordered. "In my dream, I was racing down a long, dark corridor, then I entered into a circular room filled with doors, like this one."
I moved forward, placing my hand on a door. "We'll keep trying doors until we find the right one."
That was the moment when the walls started rotating. I leapt back into Luna, accidently trodding on her feet.
"Sorry, Luna," I apologized.
"Oh, that's alright," Luna said dreamily, gazing at the spinning walls.
"What's going on?" asked Neville, panicked.
"It's another defensive charm," said Hermione, who was gripping onto Ginny, afraid that the floor might start moving as well. The walls stopped moving.
"Well, we might as well try this door," I said, marching toward the one directly in front of me. I yanked the door open. In front of us, was a vast, beautiful garden. Ignoring the sweet smell of honeysuckle that my friends were slowly moving towards in a trance, I yanked them out of the garden.
"Hold on Harry," said Hermione, blinking as she came back to her senses. Waving her wand in an 'X' pattern, she traced a red cross on the door. When I slammed it shut and the walls rotated again, Hermione's cross stayed, marking the door that we had already tried.
Eagerly, Ron marched towards the door on the opposite side of the one that we had already tried. It wouldn't open, even with Alohamora.
"It's not that one," I said at last, stopping Ron from ramming himself into the door. "In my dream, I could get through the door easily."
"But, don't you want to find out what's on the other side?" asked Ron eagerly. I shook my head, pulling him towards our third door. This one opened easily, leading to a room, full of row upon row of shelves. These shelves contained pearly white glass balls, but I didn't care about the glass balls, I was here for Sirius.
"Row 93," I told my friends. "Keep your wands out."
My pace quickened in anticipation. Sirius was here, and in trouble. "89, 90,91,92…93," I said aloud to myself, coming out to the small clearing where Sirius was…or should have been. For as I turned the corner, I came upon absolutely nothing. There was no one tied up in a chair, no Voldemort, no giant snake…nothing.
"Harry?" asked Hermione tentatively. "Nobody's here. We've been tricked. Our top priority at the moment is getting everyone out of here as fast as possible, and find Maka and the others."
Now, the usual me would have searched desperately for some loophole, some way to prove that Hermione was wrong, that Sirius was here. But, though I've only recently regained all of my stolen memories of them, living with the Academy students for the past year has changed me. I've learnt how to be a logical thinker. At this moment, I can hear Maka yelling in my head to get out of the Ministry. That we were idiots for not thinking this through. And to trust in my friends. Trust, that they know what they're doing, because I definitely don't.
"Fine," I said. "Everybody, we've been tricked. Sirius isn't here. Our first course of action-"
"Harry?" said Neville, who was staring at one of the glass balls in fascination.
"What, Neville?" I snapped, exasperated. Getting to know the Academy students has also shortened the fuse on my temper. Which is a huge accomplishment, seeing as I'm usually a very calm person…unless I'm dealing with Snape or Umbridge.
Neville pointed at the glass ball. "It's got your name on it."
I went over to where Neville was standing to get a closer look. The plaque did indeed have my name on it.
"I'm not up here," said Neville, looking around at the other glass balls. "The rest of us aren't up there either."
I stretched my hand toward the ball.
"Harry, don't!" warned Hermione.
"It's got my name on it," I said defiantly. With that, I reached up, and lifted the glass ball off the shelf. Immediately, twelve hooded figures apparated into existence, surrounding our little group, which had formed a circle, us standing back-to-back, wands out.
"Very good, Potter," came the smooth, arrogant voice of Lucius Malfoy. "Now, hand the prophecy over to me."
"I wouldn't be making threats, Mr. Malfoy," I snapped. "Or have you forgotten how badly Liz Thompson beat you, in your own home? She's here right now. I could call her over. Maybe, ask her to rearrange that arrogant face of yours."
I smirked at the hushed whispers that filled the circle of Death Eaters, and the look of outrage and discomfort on Malfoy's face. Inwardly, I was panicking. My Inner Maka was telling me; "I told you so. You screwed up big time, idiot."
*Come on Harry,* I thought desperately, my eyes flitting around the room, searching for a way out. *I've got it! All I need is a distraction.*
"Liz Thompson, along with the other Academy students that have infiltrated the Ministry with you, is currently with a subordinate of the Dark Lord. We won't ask again, Potter, give us the prophecy," said Malfoy triumphantly.
*Well at least we found our friends,* I thought grimly, saying "This prophecy I'm holding, why do you want it so badly?"
While I was chatting up the Death Eaters, I squeezed Hermione's hand eight times. Now all I have to do, is keep the Death Eaters distracted while Hermione passes on the message.
"None of your business Potter," snapped Bellatrix. "I'd love to kill you right now, force your screams to echo throughout this room, just as I did with the Reaper Brat. But sadly, the Dark Lord wants both of you alive."
"I can understand why he wants to keep me alive," I said, becoming distracted. I could feel Hermione squeezing Luna's hand behind me. "But what does he want with Kid?"
"Power, isn't that what any human wants? Death the Kid is the son of the Grim Reaper. If the Dark Lord can study this boy further, he can find the key to making himself truly immortal," said Malfoy.
"You mean you would use him as your lab rat?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Well, essentially-" started Malfoy, he never finished.
"NOW!" I shouted. Six wands pointed up to the many shelves stacked above us.
"REDUCTO!" we all shouted. We ran for our lives as the rows of prophecy balls toppled over in slow motion, my prophecy still clutched tightly in my hand.
"STUPEFY!" shouted Hermione, stunning a Death Eater in the face as she sprinted past.
Another Death Eater appeared in front of me, but, being known for my non-logical thinking in these types of situations, I did not draw my wand. Instead, I reached back my fist, and drove it into the mask of the Death Eater, sending him flying into a falling shelf. I continued running for my life. Hot on Hermione's heels, I followed her through the door that we had come through, or so we thought, Neville right behind me. I slammed the door shut as soon as Neville had dived past the threshold, the room of prophecies bursting into brilliant, blue flames behind us.
"I don't see Ron, Ginny, or Luna," said Hermione anxiously. I whirled around on the spot. Sure enough, all three of them, were nowhere to be found.
"What? I thought they were right behind us," said Neville, panting hard.
"Right then," I said. "We have three goals at the moment. 1) Find Luna, Ginny, and Ron. 2) Rescue Liz, Kid, Patty, Tsubaki, Maka, Black Star, and Soul. 3) Get out of here alive. Is everyone clear?" I said, trying my best to impersonate Maka, who is a natural leader.
Hermione and Neville nodded. "Right," said Hermione.
"I suppose the best we can hope for right now is to try another door," said Neville, yanking open the door nearest to him. "Please don't let it be the room of exploding fire that we just left…"
"Neville, there's no such thing as exploding fire," Hermione lectured. She gasped, for we had just come out unto the most unusual room yet. It looked like a giant cave, with large, column-like pillars scattering the ground. Forming the ground would be more accurate, for the pillars towered out of the abyss, almost creating a floor, except for the fact that to get from one pillar to the next, we would have to take a running leap, and hope that we make it. But what was most terrifying of all, was sitting on top of the pillar in the center of the room, I recognized her from Soul's descriptions, it was the witch Medusa, Maka, Soul, Liz, Patty, Black Star, and Tsubaki chained to the pillars around the center one, unconscious. Kid was lying at her feet, obviously unconscious as well. All seven of them looked as if they were stuck in a nightmare…a nightmare that they couldn't escape.
"They've been attacked by Dementors," I muttered to Hermione and Neville.
Medusa looked up. "Welcome children. I always do enjoy meeting new beings of magical blood, like myself," she greeted, her voice was smooth and pleasant. But there was nothing warm about it, which is why goosebumps were creeping across my skin.
"We're nothing like you," said Hermione defiantly.
"While we're here," I said, completely changing the subject at random. "Would you be so kind as to let Willoffire123 go? We need her to finish this story, or we'll all be stuck here forever. I know you have her, you had the perfect motive. The perfect motive being that you've already done it once."
"That's not a motive, Harry," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, give the author back! Oh, and the Academy students too," I said, already more than slightly irritated.
"You have no proof!" Medusa said defensively. "Well, the part about me abducting the author. If you want your friends back," She got off her little perch that she had been sitting on and put a foot on Kid's chest. "You'll have to fight for them," she said menacingly, and without giving us a chance to respond, she lunged.
By now, I was officially 'pissed off' as Soul would say. This woman was burning my fuse awfully close, now she has to pay.
"BRING IT ON! WITCH LADY!" I shouted in annoyance.
"Careful Harry," said Hermione, sounding amused.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Be careful, don't die," I said, throwing hex after hex at Medusa.
"No, I was about to say that living with Maka and the others has made you start to talk in an American accent," Hermione said, smirking.
"Whatever," I said. "CONFRINGO!"
Black Star: YAHOO! We have a lead on what's-her-face.
Maka: He means our missing author, Willoffire123
Harry: You two are both supposed to be in a post-Dementor coma
Maka: We're magical. By the way, Willoffire123 gave me a few thank-you's to announce that I oh-so-conveniently just remembered to do. 1) She wanted to give a special thank you to her beta-reader, Devi, who's been an enormous help this whole time, and 2) She wanted to give another special thank you to one of her most loyal reviewers, DevilAngelScytheMeister, who has reviewed nearly every single chapter since Willoffire123 forced us to start this journey back in 'The Order of Resonance'.
Maka: That's about it. Remember to join our army-uh-rescue squad. We're gonna storm Medusa's fortress, along with Devi, to get Willoffire123 back...as soon as we figure out where the fortress is.
Harry: And none of us have the best directional skills in the world.
Black Star: Which is another way of saying that you guys can't find the bathroom in your own houses.
Maka: Hey, at least I can get out of the bathroom. Unlike a certain Black Star that I know.
(Black Star takes a trip to the emo corner)
Maka: Meh, he'll get over it.
Maka & Harry: Until next time!