Harry slid behind a rafter and wiped his brow. He was breathing heavily and looking over his shoulder. This fight was madder than any fight he had ever been in before. He was so used to fighting people one-on-one, but now at any moment, he had 3 or 4 people shooting spells at him. He managed to escape into a separate room down a long hall of rooms, he was sure he was alone. He lit the end of his wand and gasped at the sight. There were rows and rows of shiny crystal ball like orbs, these had to be the prophecies! He needed to move fast, just in case the fight followed him in there. He ran down row after row, each crystal orb had a name below it so he knew he had to be looking for his own. As he passed down a row he heard a slight hum coming from one of the orbs, it was calling to him. The placard read 'The Heir' and below it in red said 'Harry... Potter?' and then there were more question marks. Who was Potter? Was that perhaps his father's true name? The name he refused to give Harry when he was little because he "didn't deserve it," well it looked like whoever made the prophecy thought he did. Harry picked it up in his hands, how was he supposed to work this thing? It wasn't speaking to him, it had only called him to it. Harry shook it then put it by his ear, still nothing! Harry heard a door open then small voices.
"It's in here?"
"Yes, we must find it and protect it!"
Harry heard the sound of quick feet coming towards him, he rushed around the next isle of orbs and hid. He listened, the feet stopped very close to him, then gasped.
"No!"
"He's found it already, dear God..."
"That means he's in here, we must find him!"
To Hell you will, Harry thought. With that, he pushed over the shelf he was behind, letting it fall onto the people. He heard them scream and try to get away, but he hadn't thought that through. Instead of just falling onto the people, the shelf was actually so high that it merely toppled over onto the next shelf, the only things that hit the ground were the orbs. The room was suddenly filled with sound, not words but high pitched screeches, and the sound of glass hitting the floor. This was definitely going to alert everyone of the room.
Sure enough, in about a minute the room was filled with loud voices mixed in with the shattering of all the glass. It lit up as well, meaning the fight had moved into the room. Harry took off in the other direction down some isles that were still standing. He felt like a coward for running away from the fight, but he was too tired to think as fast as he usually did. This was around the point in the fight that his father would just beat him already, he was never trained on stamina.
The further he ran, the farther the fight seemed. He took this time to play with the orb a little bit more, hoping it might say something to him now that he was away from others. While he was distracted with that, he had no idea the shelves had started to come down again, one in particular was going to stream glass directly on him. By the time he figured this out, it was a moment too late, or so he thought. Right before the glass shattered on him, he was pushed to safety by a flame of red hair. He thought it must be Ginny for a moment until their eyes met. Harry recognized her immediately, the woman with his eyes... There was a light between them as soon as their eyes met, Harry felt an instant connection with this woman but... but how? He'd never met her before in his life, but they seemed so close. They sat on the floor and stared at each other for a really long time, studying one another. What was this feeling? Who was this woman?
Harry wished he could have pondered that for a little bit longer but the fight had reached him once more. He stood up quickly and backed away from the woman, who was still on the ground clutching her stomach now.
"Go somewhere!" he yelled at her, streaks of light coming towards them. He shot one back and heard a yelp through the darkness.
"Come on get up! Get out of the way, move!" Harry shouted at the woman once more. Instead, she merely whimpered and fell down.
"Damn it" Harry whispered to himself as he stuffed his wand into his trousers. He hurried over to the woman and turned her over, he dragged her across the messy floor until he spotted a small office to store her in. He put her in a hidden corner, then kneeled down to speak to her.
"You need to hide here, until you feel better okay? Are you a member of The Order?" he asked before he could catch himself. The woman was breathing heavily, swallowed hard, then nodded.
"Shit... Okay, stay here, alright? Do you know Ron Weasley? I'll go find him and-"
"Harry no! Don't hurt her!" a man's voice burst into the room, Sirius Black had entered
"Sirius," Lily whimpered. Harry stood quickly and pointed a shakey wand at the man.
"You're supposed to be dead" he said, voice coming out higher than he meant. Sirius looked Harry in the eye, then put his hands up to show he had no wand.
"Harry... Please, don't hurt that woman." Sirius pleaded, coming towards him.
"I wasn't hurting her, I was helping her!" Harry retorted, "And don't come any closer!" he warned, Sirius stopped in his tracks.
"He's telling the truth Sirius, he helped me in here." Lily breathed.
"Are you alright Lily?" Sirius asked her, noticing how it seemed she was having a hard time catching her breath.
"L-Lily? Did you say Lily?" Harry looked from Sirius to the woman, "That's Lily?"
"You remembered?" Sirius' eyes widened.
"What have you told him Sirius?"
"He said 'You look just like him, but with Lily's eyes.' That's what you said right, right before I killed you!" Harry started to sounds more manic and threatening, Sirius tried to calm him down.
"Harry... Please be calm."
"You'd better start talking or I'll take all this shit down!" Harry's wand was shaking harder, the adults in the room knew he was about to get reckless.
"Okay, okay listen, Harry. There is so much you don't know and-"
The woman named Lily screamed as Sirius suddenly froze and hit the floor. Into the room came Bellatrix.
"Bella..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief to finally have somebody on his side in the room. Bellatrix rushed over to him to see if he was alright, her sights then saw Lily, who had now stood up. Bellatrix pushed Harry out of the way just as Lily shot a spell at her, they began to duel.
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Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had found safety in an empty room after fleeing up a flight of stairs.
"Wheres Lavendar and Neville?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"I dunno," Ron panted, "I lost sight of them after that Death Eater blew up the water tank."
"You don't supposed they drowned? The water was filling up that room!" Hermione panicked.
"They swam out like the rest of us." Ginny snapped, obviously annoyed, she took a large swig out of a bottle she retrieved from her robes.
"What is that? Its the second time you drank it since I've seen you," Ron questioned her aggressively.
"Its water you prat, I was going to offer you some but now I hope you dehydrate," Ginny shot back.
"Don't get snippy with me! It's your fault we're all here in the first place! Dating Harry Lestrange, of all people, and now look at him! He's killed dad and he's not only a Death Eater, he's You-Know-Who's son! His actual kid! He's lived with him his whole life and calls his father! How do you plan to redeem yourself?" Ron lectured her, still in disbelief by what he had seen earlier. All this time, Harry was Lord Voldemort's son. It was no wonder he acted so mysterious, he was hiding so many secrets. Ron couldn't believe the boy in his school year was the actual son of a genocidal maniac, what else could everyone be hiding?
"I don't plan to do anything at all but stay by Harry's side." Ginny said plainly. Ron ran up and grabbed her by the front of her robes.
"You can't be serious! You stupid little girl, what are you playing at? Your boyfriend kills your father and you still plan to be with him? What's going on in the stupid little head of yours?"
"Ron stop! Now is not the time to do this, we have to worry about getting out of this alive!" Hermione begged him. Ron and Ginny stayed staring at each other for a moment, Ginny smirked at him. He threw her down to the floor and turned to Hermione.
"He's his son Hermione! What am I supposed to do with that information, who knew about this? Does Dumbledore know? If he did, would he have let him go to Hogwarts? Did The Order know is that why..." Ron trailed off a bit, something clicked in his head. There had to have been a reason The Order were so interested in Harry, it wasn't because he was the son of Death Eater, it was because they knew who his father was.
"All this time they knew... And they put you in without giving you any other details? They put you in the line of fire and left you without any information," Hermione started to fume, obviously she and Ron were on the same wave-length.
"You both think The Order knew about Harry's real dad the whole time?" Ginny pipped up, taking all this in.
"They had to have, think Ginny! Nearly all their meetings are about Harry! Everyone one I've listened in on, every one I've attended, Harry was always a main topic and they never told me why. They were keeping this from me. I was man enough to join but too much of a child to get the truth!" Ron raged, starting to pace.
"This is ridiculous, I can't believe they would keep something like that from us! We should've known to protect ourselves! I should've known they were hiding things from the moment you had to find out through a door that Harry killed Mad-Eye Moody!" Hermione went on, "I don't remember Dumbledore saying anything about Harry's father while I was working for him. I didn't even question why he wanted me to give him the stuff but I should have, stupid I'm so stupid!"
"Don't beat yourself up lovely, it's not your fault. We trusted these adults and they let us down, we don't trust them anymore and from now on we do our own thing to survive. And that starts with getting out of this fight alive..."
"There's a door back here, it leads to a vent, maybe we could watch the fight from above," Ginny said from the corner. She opened the vent and started to crawl through it, Ron and Hermione followed suit.
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"Draco, Draco get up! Come on there's a war going on!" Blaise shook the unconscious Ginny's body roughly. While everyone started running and fighting, he dragged his friend to a safe corner and tried to wake him up. He knew this was Draco if that meant the other girl was the real Ginny. See, earlier, Blaise's and Draco's polyjuice potion had worn off and they found each other but not find Harry nor Kasse. So, they decided to meet back up outside with Goyle and regroup, that is when they found Goyle passed out and the real Ginny was gone. They formulated a plan that Draco would take the remaining bottles of polyjuice potion and drink them so that he could stay Ginny while they searched for the real one and Blaise would stay behind him in the shadows to not be caught.
They never did end up finding the real Ginny, and they just so unluckily ran into the teenaged Gryffindors instead. Blaise thought fast and captured the group as to not give away Draco's identity. Then, once they got to the door of the Department of Mysteries, Blaise pretended to take "Ginny" hostage and go inside so they could find their friends. Ron came from nowhere and jumped them, Draco had to participate because he was supposed to be Ginny. Blaise also had his back turned after being dragged to the scene of the meeting of all the teens and could only hear the fight pertaining to who was the real Ginny. While the others went to fight, he knew he had to protect Draco's sullen Ginny form.
Which led to where they were now, Blaise breathed a sigh of relief when Ginny started to stir.
"Thank God, you're awake! Now, we have to go help fight! The Order, The Death Eaters, everyone is here fighting and they may find us soon, come on Draco!" Blaise informed the girl. Ginny got up on all fours slowly, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. Blaise went over to her, "Are you okay mate?" he asked. She only sobbed lightly and breathed heavily.
"Come on Draco, let's get you up, even if you can't fight we still need to get you somewhere safe. Draco?" Blaise tried to pick the girl up by wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders and hoisting her into a standing position even though she cried out as he did so.
"Help…" Ginny whined weakly, holding her stomach tight.
"Are you hurt? What's the matter Dra-" Blaise stopped mid-sentence, he looked at the girl and noticed blood seeping out from under her skirts. He knew enough about polyjuice potion to know it would never make someone do that.
"You're not Draco…"
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Harry was watching the fight between Bellatrix and the woman named Lily with great intensity. He was frozen in his spot, the women dueled with such a ferocity that he had never seen before. It wasn't hate or fear, but something stronger that drove them, and that was passion. That was something Harry had noticed his whole life, when people do things out of love, passion, and adoration, the actions were done 100x stronger. But why was Lily fighting with so much passion? Was she in love with Sirius and mad that Bella hurt him? She was definitely protecting someone, her moves and spells were all precise and hard, she was like a mother bear protecting her young. Was this why Harry could never beat his father in a duel? Was this why his magic was never as good as his father's? Because he was always trying to fight with hate and rage when really he needed passion? After watching these women fight, that was the conclusion he drew.
Lily screamed, something happened while Harry's mind had drifted, he watched the red-haired woman slide across the floor and hit the wall. She groaned loudly and held her stomach. Bellatrix descended upon her, looking smug. Although Harry was happy to see Bella win, he couldn't help but feel very anxious for Lily.
"Now, Potter, what have you got to say for yourself?" Bellatrix asked, raising her wand.
"Please! No!" Lily begged, Harry's body started to shake, why did he feel like he'd heard this woman's screams before. Bellatrix started to say her spell to take the woman out.
"Please!... I'M PREGNANT!" Lily admitted, a cold rush went through Harry's body. Bella might not have heard the woman in time to stop her spell, Harry's feet moved for him.
"MUM NO!" He screamed, he ran up behind Bellatrix and grabbed her arm, forcing it upwards and shattering the ceiling. Three Gryffindors fell from the roof and onto the floor. Ron looked around, confused by the scene, he spotted Lily on the ground.
The room was still, Harry still held onto Bella's arm, Bellatrix stood frozen in her spot by both Harry's outburst and Lily's news. Lily stayed looking at Harry, heartbroken to hear him call someone else mum. It was the first time Harry had ever called someone that and really felt it.
"Mum, please… She's with a child, you can't hurt her." Harry whispered into Bella's ear. She was in a trance, all she ever wanted was to be a mother, especially the mother of Lord Voldemort's child. To hear The Heir call her mum melted her heart, she'd finally gotten what she wanted.
"Of course I won't… Knowing this now." Bellatrix lowered her arm with Harry still clutching to it. Bellatrix could never take a child away from their mother. She remembered after finding out she couldn't have children and The Dark Lord asking her to go with Wormtail to capture the Potter's baby and she refused. She could never do that, not when all her babies had been taken from her.
"I'll take her somewhere else, you stay safe and hidden Harry, get out of here if you can," Bella told him, she grabbed Lily up under her arms and disapparated from the room. Harry looked around, he vaguely remembered three Gryffindors falling from the sky but they were no longer there. He broke out into a cold sweat, frantically, he patted his person… Where was the orb! He ran around the room, tearing things apart desperately, but soon had to face the truth. The Gryffindors had stolen the Prophecy and fled the room. Harry was enraged, that was not only his property but it was his chance to prove to his father that he was truly something to be proud of. The door to the room was open, if he moved fast enough he might be able to catch them. Harry clutched his wand in his hand and took off back into the fight, there was no time to hide anymore.