Backed into a corner, clutching the prophecy, Harry cursed. Lucius Malfoy stood in front of him, smug. Harry barely listened to the (supposedly) soothing words the man tried to sway him with. He was too busy strategizing on how he was going to get out of this. He needed time, and a lot of it. Although, it didn't look like he was going to get out of this one.

"Itty bitty Potter," Bellatrix cackled, twirling her wand around her fingers. She looked as deranged as ever, with dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. "Why don't you just hand it over?" She pouted, in her cutesy baby voice that sent shivers down his spine. She slowly reached her other hand out, keeping her wand at the ready. "Come on… just put it into my hand." She smirked.

Harry scowled at her. "And why would I do that?" He mocked. "Just hand over the prophecy? So you could give it to your little half-blood leader?"

Bellatrix gasped and she snatched her hand away, like she was burnt.

"Half-blood." Harry spoke slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. "Did you know he was a half-blood? He's got a muggle dad… or has he been telling you he is a pureblood this whole time?" Harry smiled slowly, watching Bellatrix's face turn red.

"Watch your tongue, Potter!" She shrieked, her mouth curling into a snarl. "Or I'll cut it out of your mouth!"

Lucius held a hand up to stop her, "Bellatrix, quiet." He hissed quietly, before turning his attention back to Harry. His face eased into a pained smile, and his voice was velvety. "Potter," He took a step forward, reaching out his hand. "Hand over the prophecy," his deep voice rattling in Harry's brain.

Harry took a defensive step backwards, clutching the prophecy to his chest. He could feel the uneasiness of his friends behind him, hearing as they shuffled. He gripped his wand in his hand, looking into the foggy crystal of the prophecy.

"Wouldn't you like to know the reason for your connection with the Dark Lord?" Lucius cooed at him, slowly taking steps forward, with an outreached hand. "Why he couldn't kill you as a baby?" He asked. "Wouldn't you like to know the answers to everything? It's all in the palm of your hand."

Harry swallowed. "I've waited fourteen years." He said, gazing up into the blond man's eyes.

"I know." He frowned.

"I suppose I could wait a little longer." Harry tilted his head. "Now! Stupefy!" He cried out, flinging his wand towards Lucius and Bellatrix. Behind him, he heard his friend's voices ring out as they cast spells, yet he watched as the two Death Eaters disappeared from view.

Harry broke into a sprint as the other masked Death Eaters vanished into thin air. His friends instantly followed him, and he could only make out the sounds of their shoes on the ground, the light of their wands barely illuminating the dark room. He turned sharply, making his way around a corner, then skidded to a stop. He flung his arms out, stopping Ron and Hermione in their tracks.

Lucius Malfoy appeared in front of him, standing tall, with his hand reached out, a glare in his eyes. His face was stern as he remained motionless.

He took a breath, and dashed to the left, going down a different corridor, trying to lose him. He heard Malfoy vanish into the air again, and focused on running faster. He felt a few of his friends behind him, but he stuttered to a stop as he hit a main crossroad again.

He squinted as Ron and Hermione came up behind him, their wands outstretched, as more masked Death Eaters appeared on either side of them. In the back of his mind, he registered that the others had gotten separated, yet he knew he couldn't worry about that right now.

"Stupefy!" He shouted, watching the red light from his wand miss it's target as the Death Eater disappeared. He continued running as Hermione and Ron chanted the same spell, hearing their heavy breathing as they followed him. The glass felt slippery in his hands from his sweat, and his fingers curled tightly around the prophecy to keep it from slipping.

As he dashed into another main corridor, he collided into someone. Quickly jumping back, he saw that it was Neville, with Luna and Ginny. Hermione and Ron came up from behind, and they all stood in a loose circle, glancing at one another.

Harry turned around, black smoke flying towards them.

"Reducto!" Ginny shouted, light flying from her wand. The Death Eater was thrown backward, and Harry was temporarily blinded by the white light that filled the room. Suddenly there was silence, yet he tensed, uneasy.

He heard it before he saw it. Breaking glass. Then, shelves falling to the ground. Finally, he saw how they all topped over one another, just like dominos.

"Get back to the door!" Harry yelled, spinning on his heel. His arms pumped faster than he thought they ever could, and his legs screamed at him, yet he kept going.

They skidded around a corner, and he had to duck from a falling glass ball. He cursed under his breath as prophecies started falling in front of him, dropping from the sky like sharp raindrops.

He saw the door in the distance, and he felt himself running faster, his own glass prophecy still clutched to his chest. He pushed the door open, and immediately was falling. An involuntary shriek came out of his mouth as he fell, as darkness covered his vision.

He felt his body jerk, and stop. Suddenly, he was staring at the ground. The magic breaking his fall let go of him, and he hit the ground.

There was silence for a heartbeat. He thought about how his head really hurt, and how he could feel blood dripping from his nose. He thought about how he could hear his friends' heavy panting, most likely injured themselves.

Then suddenly, he was curled into himself, trying to protect the prophecy as Death Eaters swirled over them in their weird, dementor-esque forms. He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping his wand.

When he blinked his eyes open, they stopped. He also noticed he was alone.

Standing up, his eyes locked onto Hermione with a wand digging into her throat, a masked Death Eater behind her, gripping her hair. He spun around, seeing all of his friends with the same fate.

Lucius Malfoy stood in front of him, slowly walking up to him with his cane. "Did you really think that children stood a chance against us?" He slowly smirked, passing by Harry, before turning around with a dramatic flair. "I'll make this simple, Potter." He spat at the last word, yet reached his hand forward. "Give me the prophecy," He forced out through clenched teeth. "Or watch your friends die."

Harry turned his head away, rubbing his fingers on the cool glass. He glanced over at Luna, with a bloody mouth. His eyes flickered over to Neville, looking defeated, as Bellatrix of all people, held him in a tight hold.

He closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. Letting it out, his eyes flickered to his hand. He swallowed, and slowly brought his hand up, mere inches from Malfoys.

"Stop!" Someone shouted from above. Harry flinched, and his eyes shot upwards. A body fell from the sky, dropping into a roll, and body slammed Malfoy out of the way.

Break

To be fair, Percy expected to join the fight a lot earlier than he did. However, he underestimated how hard it would be to find Harry and his friends. Once he got to the Ministry, he fell behind them, but managed to make it to the weird room with a bunch of glass balls, stacked to the impossibly tall ceiling.

Then, he was trying to time his entrance just right. But he fucked it up, and chasing after a bunch of teenagers in pitch black darkness, while trying not to let glass fall and shatter on his head, was a little difficult. He could only use the light from their wands as a guide, yet it was somewhat dim, and a bit unhelpful.

He couldn't even try and fight the Death Eaters, wand or sword, as they would just vanish into black smoke, and fly away. It was a little infuriating, and he became increasingly more worried as he smelled blood.

He halted to a stop as there was complete silence. No screaming, no feet pounding on the ground, there was nothing.

"Reducto!"

His head whipped around as a white light filled his vision, trying to search for the spellcaster. Then, he heard the sound of breaking glass.

Lots and lots of breaking glass, and in the distance he saw shelves coming down. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath, as he broke into a sprint, barely remembering to use the wand clutched in his left hand to blast some of the falling crystal balls out of the way.

He turned a corner, running down the main corridor, before spotting something in the distance,

Percy finally found the door that Harry entered. He barreled through, and only barely managed to grab the sides of the door frame before falling. His body jerked, and his fingers clenched.

He squinted his eyes, peering down to the sight below him. Harry stood in the middle, holding a crystal glass ball, and being goaded by the platinum blond hair man (like Draco's, his mind registered) holding a cane. His eyes darted around, and he saw Hermione, Ron, and a few others, held captive by masked Death Eaters.

"Give me the prophecy," The man spoke, holding out his hand, tense. "Or watch your friends die."

Harry paused, and glanced around. Percy didn't even know what that crystal ball did (no one really told him much), but he knew that it was probably something important, and that Harry should probably not give it to the Death Eater.

He held his breath, watched as Harry contemplated, before finally raising his arm to hand it over, decided that right now was going to be his grand entrance, and he jumped.