Chapter 29

A/N: Follows the MOVIE version.

"I'm not flying on something invisible." said Ewan, looking down, or thinking he was looking down, at an invisible threstle. "Anyway, you told Professor Snape about Sirius, he'll alert the Order."

"Snape hates Sirius." said Harry.

"Be that as it may, Snape is a member of the Order, he'll help us."

"No, he won't. Now, I'm going, are you coming?" said Harry.

"Yeah, fine. But you know I could just apparate."

"How many times do I have to say? You can apparate on school grounds." said Hermione

"I wasn't going to; I was going to go outside the apparition wards first."

"Oh."

"We could just take brooms." said Ron.

"The one problem is not all of us have our own brooms." said Hermione.

"I don't like flying." said Neville.

"This is the only way then." said Harry, getting on the threstle.

Luna, who was the only one who's 'seen' death, helped them all get on a threstle. After 10 minutes, they were on their way to London. By the time they got there it was dark and stormy.

* * *

"Harry, are you sure you know where you're going?" asked Ewan. The group had arrived to the Ministry and had followed Harry to the Department of Mysteries.

"Yes, I've seen this corridor many times." said Harry.

"Look, I'm not saying I don't believe you, but don't you think it's odd that you're following visions. I mean Snape said it during occulamancy lessons: there is a connection between you and the Dark Lord. Voldemort creates vision; visions that will make you do terrible things. Don't you think, just maybe Sirius isn't here. That you're following a vision Voldemort planted. That this is a trap?"

"I know one of Voldemort visions, this one wasn't like that, this is real." said Harry. Ewan sighed.

"If, I believe you… hell, I already lost my Head Boy badge, mine as well go out with a bang." said Ewan.

"That's the spirit." said Ron, putting his hand on his shoulder, and had a stupid grin on his face.

"Don't touch me." growled Ewan.

* * *

"This is it." said Harry. The room was basically all shelves of balls.

"Lumos." said Ewan. The others copied him.

"Shelve 91… is should be shelve 95." said harry running from shelve to shelve.

"95." He looked around. "He should be here."

"Harry" said Neville, looking at a certain ball. "This has your name on it."

Harry came back to Neville, Ewan right behind him. Harry went to pick up the ball.

"Harry… maybe you shouldn't touch it." said Ewan.

"It has my name on it." said Harry picking up the ball. The ball glowed in his hand.

"Harry!" said Hermione. Behind them was a masked man, a death eater.

"Where's Sirius?" asked Harry.

"You know you really should be able to tell the difference between dreams and reality." said the man taking off his mask, Lucius Malfoy. Ewan and Harry looked at each other. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy."

"Prophecy?" whispered Ewan.

"You do anything to us and I break it." said Harry.

A laugh echoed across the chamber. "He knows how to play." said a female voice. "Itty bitty baby Potter."

"Who are you?" asked Ewan.

Neville answered. "Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Neville Longbottom is it?" Bellatrix asked. "How's mom and dad?"

"Better now that they're about to be avenged!" said Neville pointing his wand at Bellatrix.

"Neville, No!" said Ewan grabbing Neville arms, while Harry put his arm across Neville chest. Bellatrix raised her wand also but Malfoy stopped her.

"Now let's everybody just calm down, okay." said Malfoy. Ewan released Neville, both Bellatrix and Neville lowered their wands. "All we want is that prophecy" finished Malfoy.

"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" asked Harry.

"You dear speak his name." whispered Bellatrix, loud enough for everyone to hear. "YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!"

Ewan was half tempted to tell Hermione to say his name too, just to see what Bellatrix did, but remembering that this was a serious moment; time for jokes would have to wait.

"He's just a curious lad." said Malfoy. "Prophecy's can only be retrieved by about whom they are made."

Harry looked at the ball, the prophecy. Suddenly, footsteps echoed all around the chamber.

"Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why He was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? Did you want to know the secret about your scar? All the answers are there, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me."

"He may be interested, but that doesn't mean you're share the information."

"Always the wise one aren't you, Ewan?" said Malfoy.

"It's a shame you didn't get to die with your parents, like everyone thought, don't you think Little Ewan." sneered Bellatrix.

The group was surrounded. Everyone formed a small tight circle.

"I've waited fourteen years…" said Harry.

Malfoy frowned. "I know."

"I guess I can wait a little longer. Now!"

"Stupefy!" yelled everyone at the Death Eaters. Then they ran. Everyone got spilt up. Ewan tried to stay with Harry, but ran into a Death Eater, "Impedimenta!" he yelled. Shelf after shelf passed him as he ran, through corners and rows. He turned one corner and ran face forward into a wall.

Of course it would have been hilarious if it were any other situation but not this one. Getting up he ran to where he heard shouting, only to find Ron and Hermione fighting two Death Eater. After taking those two down, the three students continued running, eventually finding everyone else, after they all ran into each other.

A noise made them all look down one row; a black mist was flying right at them. "Reducto!" shouted Ginny. A bright white light blasted the area, and then all was quiet. Suddenly, the other balls on the shelves started following them. Everyone stood there for a second, the ground started shaking, and glass flew everywhere.

"Get back to the door!" yelled Harry.

Running again, avoiding glass balls, instead of Death Eaters. Harry reached the door first and pushed it open, but instead of a hallway like last time, the room was different. The room was bare, except for a veil in an archway in the middle of the room.

"The voices…can you tell what their saying?"asked Harry.

"What voices?" asked Ewan.

"There are no voices." said Hermione.

"I can hear them too." said Luna.

"Please Harry." said Hermione. Harry looked around to the group, and then looked up. "Get behind me!" said Harry. Everyone went to stand behind Harry, except Ewan who stood next to him, all pointed there wands at a black mist above their heads when suddenly the mist attacked. Ewan waved his hands at the mist, but nothing happened. One second he was fighting, the next he was being held by the throat by a Death Eater.

Everyone was held, but one, Harry. Harry was in the center of the room, prophecy in hand.

Malfoy appeared laughing. "Did you actually believe you, or were you truly naïve enough to think, that children stood a chance against us?" he asked.

"I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends and brother die."

Harry looked around, his eyes finally resting on Ewan. 'No!' Ewan mouth to Harry.

"Don't give it to him Harry!" said Neville, Bellatrix pulled his hair, her wand resting on his throat.

However, Harry didn't listen, he handed the prophecy to Malfoy. "No!" yelled Ewan, struggling against the Death Eater. Suddenly, another flash of white appeared in the chamber. It was Sirius.

"Get away from my Godson." said Sirius, punching Malfoy in the face. More white flashed appeared attacking the Death Eaters holding Ewan and the others. The Order of the Phoenix had arrived. Malfoy rolled of the chamber floor then landed hard of the concrete, the prophecy smashed to bits.

Sirius Black, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody all stood with their wands out.

"Ewan, Harry, get the others and go." said Sirius.

"No I want to stay!" voiced Harry.

"Let's go Harry, our friends need us." said Ewan grabbing Harry's hand. "What about Sirius?" Harry asked.

"He'll be fine, they all will." said Ewan. Eventually the students all found each other.

"Do we go back to the threstle's?" asked Neville.

"Yeah, Harry, lead the other back to the threastle's, make sure they all get back to Hogwarts." said Ewan.

"What about you?" asked Harry.

"You keep forgetting. I can apparate. Now go, Harry, I trust you to get them to safety. Go!" Harry nodded though reluctantly, while Ewan ran back to the Order.

The battle was still commencing. Few of the Death Eaters were already taken out, while only one Order member was down and injured, Moody.

"Professor Moody!" yelled Ewan, running to his side.

"I was never your professor, Potter." growled Moody.

"You were to me, Episkey." said Ewan pointing his wand at Moody.

"Er- thanks Potter." Said Moody

"Ewan!" shouted Sirius, "I told you to leave!"

"I know, but I figured I' am eighteen, I can do as I please." said Ewan. "Protego!"

After a few seconds, Ewan got a tap on his shoulder, looking around he noticed Harry.

"Harry! I told you to leave!" said Ewan. Sirius smirked.

"Now who's sounding like me?" asked Sirius.

"I figured I couldn't let you get in trouble without Me." said Harry. "Look out!"

Ewan looked around only to get hit in the chest by jet of red light. He fell to the ground. His body felt on fire. He couldn't move and his breathing labored.

"Ewan!" said Harry. "Are you okay?"

"Har-" started Ewan, before he promptly passed out.

Bellatrix Lestrange started laughing. "Did I kill him?" she asked sarcastically. "Opps." Then she ran down the hall into the Ministry Atrium.

Harry growled and chased after her. "Cruico!" yelled Harry catching up to her.

"You got to mean it, Harry. She almost killed him, she deserves it. You know the spell Harry." said Voldemort showing up to the battle. Bellatrix started laughing. "Do it!" But instead of going to attack Bellatrix, Harry waved his wand to Voldemort, who quickly disarmed Harry.

"So weak." taunted Voldemort. Then out of the floo arrived Albus Dumbledore.

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way-"

"By which time I shall be gone, and you...shall be dead!"

Simultaneously, both men waved their wands at Harry and Bellatrix. Voldemort moving Bellatrix into the floo to leave, and Dumbledore pushing Harry away for safety, then they dueled.

At this point, Sirius was back with Ewan.

"Ewan- Ewan wake up." He said shaking Ewan's shoulder.

"Five more minutes, mummy." said Ewan.

"No Ewan, time to get up."

"Ow… my chest hurts." said Ewan, sitting up rubbing his chest.

"That because Bellatrix hit you with a really strong stunner. Could've killed you." said Lupin.

"Where's Harry?"

"We were going to go look, but we couldn't leave you here. Come on." said Sirius, helping Ewan to his feet. They went down the hall to the Atrium, what they saw they will never forget.

Harry was on the ground, his eyes dark, his body shaking.

"You've lost old man." said a voice from Harry's mouth. Harry grunted and moaned.

"Harry." said Dumbledore quietly; his eyes were that of fear and sadness. "Harry, it isn't how you are alike, it's how you are not."

Ewan went to step forward, but Sirius stopped him. Behind him, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville showed up. Ewan rolled his eyes. 'Of course they don't listen to me either.'

"You're the weak one. And you'll never know love. Or friendship. And I feel sorry for you." said Harry, with his own voice.

Popping noises and floo's flared to life. Dozens of witches and wizards appeared including the minister.

"He's back. Merlin's beard – here – here! – in the Ministry of Magic! – great heavens above – it doesn't seem possible – my word – how can this be-?"

The Order members each grabbed one of the D.A. members, Sirius holding on the Ewan, all apparting to the apparition wards in front of Hogwarts.

"Take them to the castle." said Sirius before apparating away.

Ewan lead Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny and Luna to the castle. Escorted the three Gryffindor's to their dorm and taking Luna back to theirs. None of them spoke a word about what happened. An hour later, Ewan was in the Headmasters office with Harry and Dumbledore. Dumbledore told Harry and him, about the prophecy.

Harry was quiet most of the time, and then he got pissed. He yelled at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore took it. Ewan, both surprised and amazed that Harry would yell at the Headmaster, didn't try and stop him.

Harry yelled out Snape didn't help them, how it wasn't fair that HE had to be the one to kill Voldemort, and how Dumbledore treated him throughout the year.

When his voice was hoarse and he stopped yelling, Dumbledore explained everything. That Snape did in fact inform the Order, that Voldemort had marked him, even though there was another choice, Neville Longbottom, and that Dumbledore was afraid that Voldemort would try and posse Harry and that is way he ignored him.

* * *

Days passed since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore was reinstated Headmaster of Hogwarts school, Ewan got back his Head Boy badge, Dolores Umbridge was removed from Hogwarts, suspended from the Ministry pending a full investigation for sending Dementor's to attack Ewan, the Ministry of Magic was forced to admit to the public that Dumbledore, Ewan, and Harry had been right all along, and that Voldemort had returned, and Cornelius Fudge was soon replaced by Rufus Scrimgeour as Minister for Magic.

"What are you doing?" Ewan asked Luna.

"Lost my possessions." said Luna.

"Again?" asked Ewan. "What is this, the fifth time this year?"

"Yeah, but everything will come back… in the end." She said before skipping off to the Great Hall.

* * *

They were on the train home, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Katie, and Ewan.

"I've been thinking about something Dumbledore told Me." said Harry

"What's that?" asked Hermione.

"That even though we got a fight ahead of us, we got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have." said Harry.

"Yeah?" asked Ron.

"Something worth fighting for."