Haidee had not seen much in her vision, only the blank and glazed eyes of Sirius, but it seemed that whatever Harry had seen was more informational. Once they had landed, she could see that they were heading for the Ministry of Magic. Harry snuck them in through the visitor's entrance, and without a word of question, she followed.
Harry's visions, unlike Haidee's, seemed to be in the present. She assumed that was why he was rushing, scared that Sirius was being tortured by Voldemort at that very moment. Haidee, however, had never had visions of the present. She had had visions of the near future, such as when Harry won his case earlier that year, but that was still hours ahead. But she trusted Harry. It must have been horrific for him to see Sirius like that in his vision and it seemed he knew what he was doing as he was leading everyone in a specific direction until they reached the Department of Mysteries.
She followed Harry, her wand at the ready, as he led them all through all sorts of mysterious doors with all sorts of scary things behind them. He kept going, pushing further, entering new rooms and changed new doors, like a maze, they were trapped.
Haidee's hearts started to pound, the darkness was consuming. With every new door, she lost a little bit of hope of ever finding their way out of there. She had seen brains in a tank, glowing eggs and speaking archways. She was terrified.
One door, then another. Was it the same door? Another door another room, another door, until he found one he recognised. Haidee recognised it too. It was the same door she remembered seeing in her vision, the one she, he, Voldemort, were so eager to enter.
"This is it," said Harry impatiently. "It's through here."
Haidee held onto her wand tighter as he burst through the door as if expecting it to be locked.
She recognised it instantly. She had seen it before. Walls as high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty, glass orbs. It was identical to the one she had seen in her vision, the vision in which Dumbledore had asked her to focus on a prophecy, Harry's prophecy.
"Harry," she said softly, getting an eerily urgent feeling that they shouldn't be there. "Harry, we need to go."
"No," he said firmly. "Sirius is here." Haidee swallowed nervously, remembering her vision and how critical it was to Dumbledore, but she could do nothing but follow the others as they entered further.
"I don't think Sirius is here," she said quietly, but the room was so still, it almost echoed. Harry did not respond.
"You said it was row ninety-seven?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Harry breathed as he continued to look around. Haidee held up her wand, the light that was illuminating from it was little, but it was all she had as she wandered around the shelves, looking for Sirius, looking for row ninety-seven.
"Keep your wands ready," said Harry as they followed the numbers of the shelves. Haidee had seen the number forty-nine, they were heading in the right direction.
"Ninety-seven!" whispered Hermione, causing everyone to gather. Haidee rushed over as a horrid feeling washing over her.
Standing beside Harry as he looked around the row, in search for Sirius. Haidee's attention, however, was occupied by the orb that she found familiar. Sitting there, on the edge of the shelf, just as it had been in her vision, stood the prophecy, the one Dumbledore was anxious to know if it had been taken or if it had not been. But it was still there, which meant, it would soon not be, just as it was in her vision.
They should not be there. Like a trigger in her soul, she was instantly repelled from that place. They were not supposed to be there.
"He should be here," said Harry, looking around furiously. Sirius was nowhere to be found. "Anywhere here . . . really close."
"Harry," Hermione called.
"What?" he snarled.
"I think Haidee is right. I . . . I don't think Sirius is here," said Hermione calmly.
"We shouldn't be here," she said again, fear quivering her voice. "You don't understand." She remover her eyes from the orb for the first time since she had laid eye upon it, looking into the darkness to find Harry. She moved from her position, walking further down the ails of shelves to find him, explain to him.
"Have you seen this?" Ron asked Harry, who was now right next to the orb.
"What?" Harry asked eagerly as if Ron had found a clue on where Sirius was.
"It's- It's got your name on it," Ron said, pointing to the prophecy. In an instant, Haidee's heart began to pound as she watched the interaction from the other side of the shelf.
"No!" said Haidee desperately, seeing Harry reached for the orb. "It must not be touched! It must not be moved!" she said, rushing over to him. She had never discovered who took the prophecy, she had never seen it in her vision and the thought had never occurred to her once that it might have been Harry himself, who did the misdeed. All she knew was that Dumbledore was not pleased to see it had been disturbed.
"It's got my name on it," Harry replied, taking the orb in his hand. She was not fast enough to reach him before he had grabbed it. When Harry grabbed it, nothing happened at all and Haidee's panic seemed to have been for no good reason.
"Dumbledore did not want the prophecy moved," she said quietly as she made her way towards Harry, staring at the glowing orb in his hand. Then, from right behind them, a drawling voice spoke.
"Very good, Potter. Now, turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."
Black cloaks were emerging from the darkness, and she recognised them from the recent vision she had in the dark room with the blue hue.
"It's Mr Malfoy," Haidee said softly, but in the intense silence of the boundless room, her voice spread to every ear in reach. The masked figure turned to her in surprise and she stared into the mask with fear in her eyes, before looking around the room and into the darkness. "He's not the only one. There are many Death Eater's here," she explained, swallowing a lump in her throat, she could feel them approaching, all their eyes on her.
"You," the taunting voice of Lucius Malfoy spoke, "must be Haidee."
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked, not giving Haidee any time to answer, not that she would have. Malfoy knowing her name was not a good sign, not a good sign at all, and her heart plummeted to the ground.
Many of the Death Eaters started to laugh. "The Dark Lord always knows!" said a triumphant voice to her left.
"Always," echoed Malfoy. "Now, give me the prophecy."
"I want to know where Sirius is." Harry was not getting it. Haidee had been right. Her vision was not of the present, it was of the future. What Harry had seen had not been real, Sirius was not in danger at that moment.
"I want to know where Sirius is," mimicked a woman's voice.
"Hand over the prophecy and nobody needs to get hurt," said Malfoy cooly, but it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"Yeah, right!" said Harry. "And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?" The words were hardly out of his mouth before the female Death Eater shrieked, "Accio proph-"
"Protego!" Harry defended, stopping the spell just early enough for it to rest at the tips of his fingers, where he was able to catch it.
"He knows how to play," the woman's high pitched, mad voice said from the shadows as a woman. "Itty, bitty baby. Potter."
"No one attack until we have the prophecy!" Malfoy boomed urgently. "Now, let's everybody just calm down . . . shall we? All we want is that prophecy," Malfoy replied, looking directly at Harry before switching to Haidee, who unconsciously stepped back.
"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Harry asked vigorously.
"You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood!" Bellatrix exclaimed in her loyalty towards Voldemort.
"Do not attack!" harped Malfoy. "It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?" Malfoy stated, once again holding back Bellatrix from fighting the children prematurely. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really. 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?" he said as he wandered closer to the children, threateningly, his voice slick like venom.
"Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do . . . is give it to me. Then I can show you everything." He stuck out his hand, longing for the prophecy Harry held so tightly in his hand. Harry looked directly into Lucius' eyes as he thought for a moment.
"I've waited fourteen years," Harry muttered.
"I know," Malfoy said in fake sympathised.
"I guess I can wait a little longer," he said a bit louder, his tone swirling with more confidence. "Now," he commanded. "Stupefy!"
The whole room burst into war. Spells flew strategically across the room from the depth of the dark that was only mere meters away from them. All the children split as the Death Eaters circled them, each of them going in a different direction.
Haidee barley knew how she had gotten herself into this mess and now, she was running as fast as she could down a long and seemingly endless hallway between the towering shelves, into the dark depths of the room.
"Get the girl," she heard Malfoy command, hading in a different direction than her. She watched as a figure appeared behind her in a mist of black smoke, their wand outstretched to harm her.
"Expelliarmus!" she chanted, looking backwards at the looming figure as she continued to run forward. The wand flew from the figure's hand and into the darkness behind them. To retrieve their wand, they stopped following Haiddee, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty as her eyes frantically searched the dark of the room, looking for any movement or sound that was threatening or approaching.
Her lungs ached from the running. It seemed that she had been running a lot frequently, so it had become known to her that her fastest running was not very fast indeed. Yet her lungs still ached for air when she stopped to breathe, scared her loud panting would give away her location in the darkness.
"Stupify!" She ducked just in time to dodge the spell that came hurtling towards her. With her head lower to the ground, she watched as feet started marching towards her fallen figure causing her to scramble to her feet in an attempt to get away.
"Stupify" her soft voice called, aiming at the feet. Although she had hit her target, it had been as if it had caused no difference, for as the figure she aimed at fell due to her spell, another replaced it, charging after her.
Quickly and clumsily, she got to her feet, trying to regain her balance as she ran. Deciding to turn instead of running in a straight line, she skidded into a figure as she turned her third corner. She tumbled into Luna, who was looking straight ahead.
Haidee panted, her expression nothing less than terrified as she wondered why Luna looked so much more at ease than she was. She followed her gaze and watched as the towering shelves that held the millions upon millions of prophecies started to tumble.
Orbs started to rain from the darkness above them as the tower fell like dominos, each one knocking the next one down as it fell. The orbs shattered into the tiniest of pieces as they crashed to the floor, the debris flying up in a mist of glass.
"Get back to the door!" she heard Harry yell, who was ahead of them, already sprinting towards the exit, their panic fueled not only by the Death Eaters that threatened their life, but also the falling shelves that seemed to be gaining on them, no matter how fast they ran.
Her legs carried her as fast as she could go, but she was still the furthest behind in the group. She kept looking behind her as she ran fearing that the Death Eaters were only seconds away from snatching her.
"Impedimenta!" she cried, hitting a figure behind her.
When she had turned back to face the group, she felt the wind that swirled around the room, caused by appearing and disappearing Death Eaters and the falling towers push all the hair out of her face.
Harry, who was leading the group, and furthest away from Haidee, turned to look behind him just as Haidee had and their eyes met, her face coiled in terror. Harry would never forget the horrified expression Haidee expressed as she ran. He stared into her oddly coloured eye, they were aghast and brimming with tears. Her eyebrows furrowed in exhaustion and terror, her hands moving back and forth as she sprinted.
Her expression was pleading for help, assistance she knew they couldn't provide her; as if she already knew her fate. Feeling a presence appear behind her, her eyes still glued to Harry's, she outstretched her arm in one last attempt to be saved. Harry watched, helplessly, as if in slow motion, a hand emerge from the darkness behind Haidee and snatch her from her sprint mid-stride.
As he ran, she disappeared into the darkness. The shattering towers consuming her as she was separated from the group. Harry called for her, his strained voice booming through the endless room; but it was too late. Haidee had disappeared into the depth of the room, a Death Eater by her side. The last he saw of her was her fingertips, outstretched as if reaching for someone, fading into the darkness.