A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 103: Ministry

"Where's Umbridge?"

"We left her in the forest, with the centaurs."

"Hermione Granger, that's an awful thing to do to a person. Completely unrelated though, did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"But how did you get out? I doubt the Slytherins were eager to let you go."

"Well, actually, th-" Ron started, but I intervened.

"They weren't. On the other side, they were easy to take down. Ginny's incredible Bat-Bogey Hex helped a lot too. Got rid of Bullstrode in an instant."

"Well, let's see if Sirius is home now. And fast."

"We can use Umbridge's office now that she's in the woods."

"But the Inquisitorial Squad..."

"They either ran away or are knocked out.. or something else." I turned over to look at Ginny as she said that, only to notice how weird they were all looking at me. My conversation with Blaise was probably not that normal, ok, but really now. He was a really good guy. We went there and everything was like we left it. Hermione and Harry threw the Slytherin on the ground a couple confused looks but moved quickly towards the fireplace.

"Nr 12 Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted as he hurled a fistful of Floo Powder inside and shoved his head in the green flames.

About five minutes later, he got out and looked at us.

"He's not there. That means he's at the Ministry. Oh, we wasted so much time. C'mon."

"Are you sure he's not there?"

"He wasn't around, and Kreacher said he was not there."

"Kreacher? Are you sure about this?"

"Pleassse, Selene, we can't waste any more time, please let's go!"

"Ok, if you say so."

"But how are we going to get there?"

"We fly, of course." Luna looked so dreamy, but under all of that I could see a little smirk. The sneaky little bastard knew about this. That was what her vision a couple months ago was about. In the forest, far less deeper than usual, we found Thestrals, a lot of them. It was tricky for Ron, Hermione and Ginny, as they couldn't see them, but we managed to make them ride the creatures.

The flight was not incredibly wonderful, with the cold weather and half of us fearing death, but it was manageable. As soon as we arrived, it was relatively easy to find the place we were looking for. And when we got inside the room, it was full of globes that were filled with what seemed to be thick fog. The room of prophecies. So it wasn't a myth. We got to the place where Sirius was supposed to be but didn't find anything.

"I don't get it, they were supposed to be right here."

"Harry Potter"

"What? " Harry turned around to look at Neville.

"Your name is on this"

He took the globe and a woman emerged from it, or rather a projection of a woman. Her words were terrifying, if not a bit dramatic, but it wasn't like there were any breaking news. At least I knew I had to die someday, but Harry would live.

"Harry? Harry! Are you there?" It was coming from my brother's pocket. The mirror...dammit. We forgot about that.

He took it out and looked at it, confused.

"Sirius? But I thought you were-"

"Listen Harry, there's no time to explain, but you all have to get out of there, NOW!"

"But-"

"No, we'll talk later, I'm fine. Just go back to school."

"Ok th-"

*Crack*

And the mirror shattered in his hand.

"Oh, itty bitty little boy, tsk tsk tsk, you thought my cousin was here, didn't you? Such a shame, the Dark Lord once thought you were smarter. But that's obviously not the case." Out of the dark, six figures emerged, Death Eaters with their masks on. All except one: the woman who was talking. As soon as she came into light I recognized her.

Voluminous, black, curled hair, thin and rather short, with an odd shaped wand in her hand and eyes made of pure madness. Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked even more sick than in the memory of her questioning, the one when she didn't want to tell Dumbledore anything. Azkaban was a far worse place than I imagined if it managed to do something like that to this woman. The man next to her, Lucius judging by the hair, extended his hand.

"Give me the prophecy Potter, and you can live."

"He won't do that."

"Oh, you're the Longbottom boy, aren't you? How's mom and dad? Oh, and look, another Potter here, the girl. How comes you're still alive, half-blood? "

"Why don't you ask your own half-blood master, Bella? I'm sure he'll be happy to answer."

"How dare you call him a half-blood!?"

"Oh, dear, didn't he tell you about his muggle father? Tsk tsk, what a shame. Oh, well, I guess you're not so close to him as you thought."

"Enough talk. Get them!"

We ran through the labyrinth of shelves, trying to make them lose us, shooting spells without looking, breaking prophecies and occasionally hitting one of our pursuers. Soon enough, we reached an exit, and ran inside the next room, closing the door as fast as possible. We were inside what looked like a room carved into rock. The floor was getting progressively lower towards the middle, but in the center was a little hill with a rock arch, where a veil was bound. It was silent; at least at first.

"Help us"

"We're locked here."

"None of us can get out"

"Who's there? "

"I don't think they can hear you, Harry." I squinted at the thin, see through veil, but there was nothing there. Although it seemed to move on its own.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The people in the veil.Can't you hear them Mione?"

"Inside of it? But-"

"Does it seem to you like there's anyone behind it Harry? That's the only explanation."

Soon, the Death Eaters opened the door and we were fighting them. As I barely avoided what looked suspiciously like a death spell, I saw Lucius next to the arch, with his wand pointed at Harry.

"Give me the prophecy or they will die. All of them."

"Don't do that Harry! He's gonna take it to Voldemort!"

When my brother was distracted, a spell was aimed at him. I jumped in front of him and it hit me square in the back. -Stupefy!- I flew across the room. My head hit the stone wall, causing me to black out. I was out of the fight. The last thing I heard were a few loud apparition noises. Hopefully, help arrived.