Boyfriends
As me and Dad walked to the bathroom Ministry entrance, I fidgeted nervously with my skirt and glanced around anxiously. I had a purse I borrowed from Ginny on my shoulder and inside of it was some extra Polyjuice potion, a map of the Ministry, and a book of spells. My wand was stuck in the waist band of my skirt.
I had to keep on my toes if this was ever going to work. I imagined Fred in heaven, laughing his arse off right now. He better be thankful, after all this trouble I'm going through to get his revenge. I was trying to pay attention to Dad, who was spouting off facts about Tyler.
Tyler is 22 and her middle name is Paige. She's a half-blood, her mom's a muggle, her dad's a wizard. She got into the Ministry because her dad works there and put in a good word about her. She has a set of younger siblings who are triplets. Two girls and one boy and their names are Amber, Allison, and Andrew. Her dad's name is Steven and her mom is Marilyn. Tyler's favorite color is green because she was born in a place that's always rainy and covered in lush forests. Her favorite Honeyduke's sweets are cauldron cakes, and she has a goldfish named Victor because she's a huge Bulgarian Quidditch fan. She lives in London about five minutes from the Ministry.
Also, she has a boyfriend named Jared, whom she met at the Ministry. He works in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Her best friend is Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend, who works at the Ministry, Department of Magical Transportation. I wondered how much flirting Dad had to do to get all this information out of her.
It seemed pretty easy to remember, I only had to stay out of bathrooms and weird girl-part problems and out of the way of her boyfriend. What if I see him? How serious are they? Is he going to try to kiss me! I shook my head as I followed Dad around the corners and turns. He couldn't possibly. But what if he did? My stomach did back flips.
Finally, we made it to the grimy, over used Ministry bathrooms. I tried to follow Dad into the men's side but, realizing my mistake, I hurriedly pushed myself into the girls. I waited for an empty stall. When it came, I went inside and stepped carefully into the toilet, as to make sure I didn't get the hem of my robes wet. When I pulled the chain handle, I felt a swooping sensation and felt my feet hit the hard marble floors of the Ministry of Magic. I opened my eyes.
The golden statues of the house elf, wizard, witch, and centaur, with their water-spouting body parts, took up much of the middle. Tired looking witches and wizards scuttled along. To the left and right were fireplaces, occasionally bursting with emerald flames and spawning a person. The back wall farthest from me had many golden grilled elevators. At the front door, through which come the witched and wizards who went the telephone booth route, was the bored looking wand inspector. As I watched, a heavy stream of "The Ministry wished you a pleasant day," sounded and many witches and wizards step from the ragged, faded, red booth, each neatly pinning a badge on to the front of their robes and proseded to the wand inspector. Every time he wasn't checking a wand, he was reading a magazine with bikini clad muggle girls on the front. They were not moving.
Hastily, I tried to find Dad, but remembered that I was Tyler and I had to act like her. I also remembered that Dad never told me what Jared looks like. What if I run right into him and don't even recognize him?
I picked my way through the many people swarming around me. I tried to avoid large groups and shortly made it to the elevators. I stepped in gingerly and was trailed by a flock of Memos. Putting on my best girly voice, I asked the gray haired wizard at the front to press the 'Department of Mysteries' button.
"You sound different today, Tyler." He stared at me as though trying to get the answer subconsciously. I began to sweat, and I stammered.
"Yes well, I..er.. have a cold." I gave two tiny coughs. Luckily, his stop came and he left with a "Feel better soon.". I settled back against the wall. This wasn't too hard. Just as long as I don't see her boyfriend, I'm fine.
The golden grills slid open again and a brown haired, blue eyed man walked in. He had broad shoulders and long arms wrapped in muscle. I supposed he was handsome. He grinned at me.
"Hey, Honey." he said. Oh, Merlin's Beard no! What was I going to do? If I ignored him, he'd know something was up.
"Hey er...Sweetie." I said in an unconvincing girly voice. I grinned awkwardly at him and then turned away.
"You sound different," Damn it. "You feeling OK?"
"Yes, I just have a little cold, that's all."
"Why don't you go home and rest." He was completely facing me, and we were alone in the elevator. Could this get any worse? I cleared my throat.
"Oh no, I have very much work to be done. Very much indeed." I sounded like a ridiculous old lady. Jared inched closer and closer. His hand was now trapping me against the the elevator wall. I tried to keep my cool, but internally I was freaking out. I placed my hand on his chest as he moved his face even closer to mine, his eyes closed. I searched my mind for something to do.
"I don't want to get you sick." I stuttered. Inside, I was screaming 'Help!'
"I don't care." He leaned even closer and I had no idea what to do. I couldn't let him kiss me. There is no way that was happening. I only had one option left and I took it as the grills slid opened.
I slapped Jared across the face and sprinted out of the elevator, looking back and seeing his stunned face, rubbing his jaw. The grills closed again and I tripped my way down the poorly lit hallway. A few people passed me as I made my way to a different elevator. I took that one down to my Dad's office. I walked quickly towards the door and when I was in the safe house, I slammed the door and slid down the wall. My Dad sat at his desk, looking at me curiously.
"Help me!" I panted. He raised his eyebrows.
"What happened?"
"I met her boyfriend in the elevator! He tried to kiss me!" My dad laughed.
"What did you do?" he asked, still laughing.
"I..er.. slapped him across the face and ran out of the elevator." I said, twisting and untwisting my fingers. My dad snorted.
"Great. Couldn't you think of something else to do. I'm pretty sure he's sitting somewhere, completely confused." He said, grinning.
"Well, what was I supposed to do!" I asked him incredulously.
"I don't know. Never mind that. What are you going to if you see him again?" I thought for a moment...
"I'll figure that out when, and if, that happens. But right now, I have to go. How much time do I have on the Polyjuice potion?" He checked his watch.
"Uhh... about fifteen minutes. You should probably take some more." He handed me a bottle of the foul smelling liquid. I closed my eyes, pinched my nose, and took a swig of the nauseating juice. I gagged.
"Well, I better get going. Tootleo!" I said in my mock girly voice. I turned and strutted out of his office.
I felt pretty good this time. I was a little for confident. For the several people who waved when I passed, I waved back and for people who I chatted with, I kept up with my 'cold' story. I went back to my own department and I was felt my mood lighten. That was, until I saw Jared again. He was striding towards me and when I saw him, I turned right around and continued in the opposite direction. I heard his distant shouts.
"Hey! Hey Tyler! Wait up!" he caught up with me and turned me around. I tried not to glare at him. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know that the person who he thought was his girlfriend was actually a boy on a revenge mission. He dropped his voice.
"Hey, what happened back there?" I felt bad. He still had a hint of a red mark across his cheek in the shape of my hand.
"I can't talk right now. I have to go." I turned to walk away but he grabbed my hand. He held fast to it and it was useless to try to pull away. He spun me around and looked deep into my eyes.
"Please? You can talk to me." It was very, very awkward having this moment with a boy.
"No, I can't. Just trust me." I ripped my hand from his grasp and turned on my heel to stride away.
I hope Fred is enjoying him self. I'm positive he's up there watching me right now. Watching every thing from my Jared filled moments to my panic attacks. I better get going. The potion will wear off in about an hour and it might take a while to find Rookwood. I stayed in Tyler's office with the map spread out on her desk. I had marked places he might be with dad last night. Rookwood's man focus is the Hall of Prophecies. I decided I should start there. It would seem logical.
I made my way back towards the east wing of the Mysteries floor and into the big round room, with dark walls and blue flickering candles. Thankfully, Hermione taught me the spell that puts a glowing, red 'X' on the door. I inscribed the 'X' on the exit. The moment I closed the door, the walls shifted, moving the exit. A ring of burning red twirled around until the room stopped. The 'X' still remained on the exit door, bright as ever.
I proseded to the next one. It was a room with a tank in it. It has some very odd swimming fish in it. A closer look told me these were not fish, but indeed white, swimming brains. I backed away and burned an 'X' on that door.
Next was a room which had a single glass container in it. A large jewel egg sat in that jar. Suddenly, a crack formed on its beautiful shell. A Hummingbird popped from the egg, sat suspended in mid air for a few seconds and then dropped back into the egg, the lid landing right on top as though it never happened. It continued it process a few times. The never ending cycle was hypnotizing. A fog encased my head. I left that room after burning the 'X' on the door.
The next room was exactly what I was looking for. A walls with stacked high with shelve after shelve of little glass orbs. Thousands of them glittered from high above, basking in the pale light that came from the chandelier. After standing in the mist of the of the spheres, my real treasure stood out from the background. Rookwood was standing next to a shelf labeled with a 'D' and he was bent over his clip board, scribbling furiously. My anger became more pronounced as I stared at the man. He was so light weight, not having to hurt after losing a brother, a twin brother at that. I drew my wand and stepped from the shelter of the shelves. I saw Rookwood's face turn from surprise to confusion.
"Hello, Rookwood." I sneered, in a very Snape like manner, not bothering to use my mock girl voice. He was dieing anyway, he wouldn't have anyone to tell.
"Hi Tyler, I didn't expect to see you here. Why does your voice sound different?" He asked. I could tell he was suspicious. Maybe he thought, one day, after killing someone's brother or sister, that they would come to him, pretending to be someone that was the opposite gender. I snorted. I didn't answer his question.
I muttered the French spell and a jet of lethal purple light shot out the end of my wand. It hit Rookwood and lifted him off the ground, his back bending into a perfect loop. He writhed in pain, but didn't scream. Odd noises were erupting from his throat. I watched him, his eyes the size of dinner plates. His face was pale and sweaty, screwed up in pain. The loop-shaped Rookwood turned in almost graceful circles until, he let out a blood curdling scream. Not just a scream, a shriek, a wail of absolute horror. Like he was being dipped in lava or fed to dragons with the world's sharpest teeth. Then he fell, onto the floor, in a heap. And Rookwood was dead.
I turned and left the room, but not before taking a last glance at the glittering orbs that floated above the motionless form that was Rookwood.
But then sometime caught my eye. The shelve named 'W'. Could there be a prophecy for Weasley? Might as well look, my job was done. I traveled the length of the shelve until it said 'We'. My fingers brushed against each dusty, bronze name plate below the spheres.
My breath caught. Inscribed on the little name plate were the words:
George Weasley and Fredrick Weasley
I felt a rush of excitement. I picked up the orb from it's shelve and held it in my hand for a moment. It felt warm, as though it had been sitting in the sun all day. Then, carefully, I dropped the glittering orb.
It was slow motion as I watched the orb, spiraling down, the light reflection off of it, until it hit the wood floor and shattered into millions of crystal pieces.
Out of the debris rose a ghostly form of a faceless wizard. He spoke in a deep, clear voice, one that I thought I had heard before, but couldn't put my finger on. The voice said:
When the pain of one half is too great, caused by a man who changed fate. Killed the other half by being fooled, the living's pain pooled and pooled. But the living part can always change, his world in which was maimed. To seek the help of an enemies other, can bring back his sacred brother.
I couldn't breathe. To bring back Fred?
Sorry for my rambling. Here is the beginning of my whole main point of my story. I'm not sure if my prediction makes any sense, but I thought it sounded pretty cool. And sorry for going all melo dramatic with killing Rookwood, I really hate him. He killed Fred for crying out loud! :'( I think he deserved what he got! Also, I don;t own anything and I did use some of the things J.K. Rowling wrote in the 5th book about the Department of Myteries like the swimming brains and the Humming bird egg. I'll update soon. I wanted to write another chapter tonight, ut this one took me forever, It's one in the morning right now. You'll just have to wait to see what happens! Review and thanks to those who already have! :)