The detention room was full of students. Each one was writing with the magic quill, face twisted in pain as the invisible dagger wrote and dug into their skin.
Harry wrote as fast as he could, knowing from experience the faster he wrote the pain wouldn't be as bad as writing slowly.
The room was complete silence except for the occasional whimper in pain. Umbridge watched over them all like a hawk, a placid smile on her toad face. It was late, past ten, and they had been there for hours already. The students grades were slipping, they were tired and hungry, and their arms were being scratched open around every five minutes.
Harry was the most tired. If he wasn't with Umbridge, he was having nightmares. So, with no choice, Harry refused to sleep. The circles under his eyes were darker then ever. He blinked slowly, fighting the urge to just stop blinking and fall asleep. It wouldn't take much, he was so tired... Just close his eyes and out like a light.
He fell asleep in a split second, but that was all it took.
Harry was seeing through Voldemort's eyes, and it was terrifying.
He was in the prophecy room, surrounded by prophecies. Red and black sparks filled the air, a high pitched, pained screaming filling the air. Harry felt himself laugh, and finally, found the source of the screaming.
Sirius.
"Tell me!" he felt himself say, which Sirius responded with, "You'll have to kill me."
He felt the word Crucio sprout from his lips, and watched as Sirius twisted and cried out in pain.
Harry bolted up and screamed.
The entire great hall jumped and turned to Harry, including Ron and Hermione, who instantly knew he had fallen asleep and had a dream.
"Something wrong, Mister Potter?" Umbridge asked.
Harry ignored her, just looked at Ron and Hermione with fear in his eyes. Luna and Neville stared as well, but they were more concerned.
"We need to go." he said suddenly.
He jumped up, and Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna jumped up to follow him. His best friends... His true followers.
"I'm sorry, but you're not going anywhere!" Umbridge snapped.
"You can't stop us!" Harry snapped as he stormed towards the door.
"Sit back down, or-" Umbridge started, but Harry didn't let her finish.
"STUPEFY!" he cried, turning around and blasting Umbridge back.
Her face was priceless as she flew back in a burst of light.
"Harry!" Hermione cried.
"It's Sirius! He's at the ministry, Voldemort's torturing him!" Harry explained the rest of the dream as they walked out of the grand castle.
"Harry," Hermione said as they walked out of Hogwarts into the cold, brisk night, "We can't just go the ministry headquarters!"
"You're right," he smiled, "We need the help of a certain evil queen."
He pulled out his mirror, and then realized he had no clue what to do to actually activate it.
Regina was asleep in her motel when Harry finally figured it out. Her room was a mess of clothes she poofed up and random books, and the small mirror on a stand on her night dresser was easily unnoticed.
But when the surface swirled purple, Regina snapped awake.
She grabbed the mirror with fear and joy, and smiled as she saw Harry's face.
"Harry!" she cried out, noticing the distraught expression of his friends in the background, "What's wrong?"
"I had a dream, about Voldemort, torturing Sirius, and the dreams are always real!" Harry stammered, and Regina blinked.
"Where?" she asked.
"The ministry! We need to rescue him!" Harry cried, and Regina nodded slowly.
"Where are you now?"
"Hogwarts."
Regina nodded, closed her eyes, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
She reappeared behind Harry, and the group jumped.
"Let's go." she said, and with that, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, Harry and Regina disappeared.
Far away, hiding at the ministry, a death eater approached their lord.
"The boy and his friends are on their way, and they bring the Mills woman."
Voldemort smiled, and hissed, "Everything is going according to Gold's plan."
Gold and Voldemort had crossed paths a long time ago.
Twenty nine years, to be exact, when Voldemort was rising to Power and Gold was about to be cursed to Storybrooke.
Voldemort was searching Horcruxes, and found an ancient spell that opened portals to magical worlds. Gold knew a few things, and was more than curious over these wizards with wands and spells. They instantly clicked, of course, both being manipulative and evil, and Gold helped him work with horcruxes, and Voldemort taught him about their magic and spells.
Only a few months ago, Voldemort had returned to power. Gold wanted to get rid of a miss Mills because of her threat of power to him, and Voldemort wanted a powerful ally. Voldemort sent the Lympaphoree to lure her away, and that was when Gold ambushed her.
And the rest, is history, as they say.
Regina and Company appeared above the prophecy room.
"Is this where you had your dream?" Regina asked.
"No..." Harry whispered, then started walking.
The others followed him as he made his way around halls and then down a large flight of stairs. The group came upon a vaulted door, and Regina simply waved her hand. The door opened, and the group walked in, wands at the ready, Regina clutching her fists, ready to summon a fireball.
"This way!" Harry hissed, and the group snaked their way through the shelves of prophecies to where he had seen Sirius being tortured.
"Here!" he cried, then looked around.
"I don't see him." Hermione whispered.
Harry was silent, just looked around, trying to find a trace of his godfather.
"Harry!" Ron cried, and the group swiveled to a figure coming out of the darkness. The figure was cloaked in black with a silver mask that his their face.
"Run!" Harry hissed, and the group turned to run, but another figure blocked their path.
More figures appeared out of the darkness, until finally, the group was surrounded in a circle.
Regina clutched her hands, and asked Harry, "I assume these are death eaters?"
"Yeah." Harry said, whipping his head around.
Regina grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him closer, protectively.
"Well, well, well." a voice said, and the group jumped to find two death eaters, one a tan, insane-looking woman, and a death eater man without a mask. They both looked insane.
"Who are you?" Regina snapped.
"Bellatrix LeStrange and Lucius Malfoy." Harry breathed.
"Malfoy?" Regina snorted, "That explains it."
"No need to explain who you are." Lucius sang, "Miss Mills. Voldemort's been waiting to meet you."