Chapter Twenty One
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Spectator's PoV
Today was the day they decided to put the plan in motion. But of course, with giant lot of demigods, shadowhunters, a Dragon Rider, a god of mischief and the Golden Trio, they were a magnet for trouble.
The first part was successful. Nico and Jack managed to rein in Eragon's illusions, and set them on Umbridge, where she was coincidentally placed under a silent spell and a sleep spell, both cast by a certain demigod of Hades. The defenders of Hogwarts reconciled at the Department of Mysteries, where everything started to go wrong after Eragon said, "Here's the part where we improvise." Apparently, nobody was good at spontaneous improvisation, which left them with no choice—wandering around, hoping to bump into a Death Eater.
They did eventually bump into one, but in Harry's haste to get the Death Eater to lead them to his possibly tortured and already dead godfather, he cast a strong sleeping spell (seems they really like that particular spell). Eragon sighed, but he worked with what he had. Delving into the man's mind, he found nothing really interesting, just bits and pieces of information that they already acquired.
They walked some more, Loki inspecting the strange misty globes that looked suspiciously like the ones Sybil Trelawnley had. "These are prophetic globes," He announced, his signature smirk on his face. "And this one is yours, Harry."
Harry had felt the tug on his soul for a long time, and he resisted the urge to just out and grab the globe from Loki's hands. Instead, he forced himself to accept it kindly, and peered curiously into the globe.
Immediately he was assaulted by his nightmare : a high pitched scream of a woman, a baby crying nearby in the background, and worst, a strange cackle that undoubtedly came from Voldemort when he murdered Lily.
He staggered back with a cry, Hermione and Ron rushing to assist him before he fell over.
"Harry Potter. What interesting friends you've brought here with you. I'm sure Lord Voldemort will be delighted to see them." A voice cut through the silence, and Harry turned in time to see four Death Eaters surrounding them. The one who spoke had a familiar voice, it was Lucius Malfoy.
Loki, Eragon and Jack were nowhere to be seen, whilst the shadowhunters had their weapons out already, and their steles. Without waiting, a golden whip coiled around another Death Eater, this one was a female.
"Bellatrix Lestrange." Harry realised, as he watched Isabelle duel her with seemingly effortless strikes of her electric whip. The mad woman was cackling, and her laughter was so alike to Voldemort's Harry held back a shiver.
The others sprang into motion. Chaos reigned as fight erupted. The Death Eaters went down in only a few seconds, save Bellatrix, who had escaped.
Lucius snapped his fingers, and more Death Eaters came out. However, before they could attack, ice crept along the floor, swift and deadly as a snake. Whatever it came contact with, it became frozen. The Dark Followers stood no chance as they turned into temporary ice statues.
"Come one, let's go," Jack called. Eragon and Loki emerged. They ran into more Death Eaters, but not Sirius or Voldemort.
They came into a circular chamber, where Lucius was waiting for them. Apparently, he had ran away in the icy commotion. "Harry." He walked closer, but Jace pointed a blade at him. "Stop." He said.
Lucius paused. "Your team is powerful, Harry, but they will be nothing against the might of Voldemort. If you give me the globe, I can let your friends go, and you will get to know why Voldemort couldn't kill you when you were an infant."
"Says who?" Jace asked casually, flicking his blade around his fingers. "Who says we can't just delve into your mind and take the information, then leave you as a blubbering baby?" He leaned closer, and Harry watched Clary take her stele out.
Lucious grew uncomfortable. "Harry, don't you want to rescue your godfather? If Voldemort learns that I'm…missing, he won't be forgivable."
"Right." Loki drawled. "And that is reeeally believable, coming from you." He strode over, green magic crackling over his nimble fingers, so beautiful but deadly. "Voldemort doesn't even have Sirius. It was a giant trick to ambush us and kill Harry. Neither can live the other survives, am I correct?" He watched Lucius' paling face.
"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?" Harry felt a surge of relief at the news his godfather was safe.
Eragon turned to him, and for the first time looked squarely into his eyes. For some reason though, Harry's couldn't seem to focus. "We need to bait Voldemort to come out."
Jace slammed the hilt of his blade on Lucius' head, and the man crumpled like a rag doll. Clary drew something on his forehead, and black ink flowed out, making a rune. "There. He'll only remember he failed his master."
"Now it's time to get the show on the road."