Mia couldn't remember where they went wrong.
They had made it to the Department of Mysteries all right, using what Zia had called a portal. Suddenly, through a whirlwind of sand, the six of them stood in a huge, dimly lit room, full of bookshelves. The only source of light was the orbs, so Hermione had cast, "Lumos".
Our first mistake, Mia thought, disarming yet another Death Eater. A dozen or so of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's nastiest had pounced the moment the spell left Hermione's lips. "Pertificus Totalis!"
"Get to the door!" Harry shouted above the chaos, and the nine of us scattered. Hermione and Mia ended up running between the same two shelving units.
"I don't think we've really met before," Mia said, planting a Greek Fire pod on one of the shelves. "Move!" she shoved Hermione onto the next row over a few feet later, mer3e moments before the wick of the bomb caught fire and it blew, crushing hundreds of glass orbs. "I'm Mia."
"Hermione- Stuptify!" the other girl cried, pointing her wand at one of the Death Eaters who managed to survive the flames. The two ran in silence for awhile, listening purely to the smashing of orbs, the shouts of cast spells, a few cast by the two themselves, and the cries of others, hopefully Death Eaters and not their friends. They suddenly came upon a set of shelving built directly into the stone wall. Hermione, not expecting it, ran into it with a "humph!", but quickly pushed herself off and continued on, now trailing behind Mia. The daughter of Poseidon was thankful for her fast reflexes and training at Camp in that moment, among dozens of that night.
"Pertificus Totalus!" Neville over his shoulder. He didn't know where the others went. He thought they came in from the side he ran out on. "Dang it," he muttered, realizing his mistake. He was a klutz, alone, and, to top it off, evil minions of the man who ordered his parents' tortures were after him.
Neville forged ahead, knowing that he was too far away to go back to the others, and that there would, eventually, have to be an exit. Rounding a corner of the maze of glass, he slammed headfirst- into a wall.
"Well, well, well," a voice crackled from behind him. "I finally get to finish the job I started all those years ago!"
During the split, Ron and Ginny both dove for the same isle. "Hey, Gin," panted Ron after several seconds of sprinting and spell casting. "How're you holding up?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," she said, glancing over at him. Her eyes widened. Without breaking stride, Ginny shouted, "Immobulus," pointing her wand over her brother's head – directly into a now immobile Death Eater's chest.
"Thanks," Ron cast another spell. "Hey, if we don't make it outta this, just know that I love you, okay?"
She briefly smiled., "Love you too, Ron. If I don't make it, tell Mum and Dad and everyone that I love them, too?"
"You'll at least make it, Gin."
"Guys! Over here!" Feyda suddenly came into their view. He held a door open, holding off a few Death Eaters with Harry. Hermione, Mia, and Zia had already disappeared through into the next room.
Time seemed to slow. Ginny and Ron both gasped. She screamed. "Crista!"
A/N: A nice little brother/sister moment for Ron and Ginny. Next chapter should be up next weekend. Review, please!