Chapter Twenty Five- The Hall of Prophecy
It is of much relief to me when we finally land in London. Harry instantly piles us into the Visitors Entrance. "They're just going to let us walk straight in?" I whisper as we land in the Atrium and head towards the lifts. "Apparently." Ginny whispers back.
"Level One: Department of Mysteries." A cool voice says. We step out of the lifts and head through a door into a circular room with loads of doors. "Which one, Carina?" Harry asks, knowing I've been here before. "That one." I say, pointing to a door. We walk through it into another long hall, with another door at the end. "Through there." I say.
Harry scans the rows inside the Hall of Prophecy, looking for something he won't find. "Harry, I already told you, he's not here. Come on, we need to get back to Hogwarts." I say. "It's got your name on it, Harry." Neville says, pointing at an orb. Great. Just great. Harry walks over and picks it up off the shelf. I can hear footsteps in the distance. "Harry, we need to get out of here, now!" I say, trying to pull him towards the exit.
"Very good, Potter, now just hand the prophecy to me." A masked Death Eater says. "Don't do it, Harry." I say through clenched teeth. "Where's Sirius?" Harry demands. "You know you really ought to learn the difference between dreams, and reality." The Death Eater steps closer, and pulls off his mask. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand it over, or we will start using wands." My father says. I can barely make out a couple other Death Eaters surrounding us. "If you do anything to us, I'll break it." Harry says.
Someone laughs behind the Death Eaters. "He knows how to play. Itty, bitty, baby, Potter." Bellatrix Lestrange taunts, coming forward. "You're Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville confirms. "Neville Longbottom, isn't it? How's Mum and Dad?" She teases. "Better, now that they're about to be avenged!" Neville says. Bellatrix looks about to duel him, but Father holds her back. "Lets everyone just calm down." He says. "All we want is that prophecy, Potter."
"Harry, give it to me." I say. "I have an idea." Harry shakes his head and makes a motion to Hermione. "And why do you want it?" He asks the Death Eaters. "Smash shelves." Hermione hisses into my ear. I pass the message on. "Haven't you always wanted to know the secret of your scar?" Father asks. "Why did Voldemort need me to come and get it?" Harry says coldly.
"You dare say his name?" Bellatrix snaps. "Filthy Halfblood!" "Calm down, Bella." Father snaps. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made." "NOW!" Harry yells. "Reducto!" I yell. The nearest shelf comes crashing down. Pearly white figures start speaking. "Run!" I hear Harry yell, and take off, not sure of which direction I'm going. "Stupefy!" I call over my shoulder, hoping I hit a Death Eater.
Suspense, suspense... Sorry for the cliff hangar, I thought it would be a good place to end the chapter.