He didn't even have to time to spare for a curse. (Verbally)

He didn't have much time to think either, as he yelled out curses.

Everyone else had gotten out, except those who had been hit with the killing curse or something as damaging.

Percy had betrayed him -them.

He was in deep shit.

And he couldn't apparate.

He crouched above the frozen ground, listening. They had stopped shooting curses, though he did not sense anyone trying to sneak up on him.

"Potter! You are surrounded, you can't get out, and you can't take all of us -despite what you might believe. I would suggest that you take your Gryffindore nature of shove it. The Master will be here soon." That voice, familiar -Malfoy.

If he was probably going to die, he might as well fight. If he could hold out until Voldemort arrived…

He shot a curse in the direction he heard the voice come from.

He could almost feel Malfoy's glee as a spell blew up to gravestone he was currently crouching behind.

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His old classmate Seamus, now divorced with a couple children, was stumbling around. Harry could tell the he was feeling something odd, but what he did not know. As Seamus fell, Harry and Sirius moved to him and knelt.

Harry put his hands over the man, ignoring the noise around him, and when he opened his eyes he looked into Ron's face, "It's Coactum Haero."

"What is it?"

He saw Hermione frown. She wouldn't know of it -it hadn't been used in England or any nearby countries as far as he knew, but she knew Latin, and was puzzeling it out. Harry about it due to some connections he had -he belonged to the Dark Force Defense League even. He would have never thought he would after Lockheart, but it had turned out to be mildly useful.

"A spell that spreads," Harry said as he stood. "Nobody Touch Him!"

"What can we do?" asked Sirius

"We need to get everyone out of here. I don't know how many people Seamus has already touched, or who they touched -and whoever set this spell in motion is probably coming to clean up."

"Ron," he heard Hermione say, as another guest fell. She had her wand in hand, and incanted something over Seamus, then pursed her lips and nothing happened.

Harry looked at his godfather. "Sirius, close the doors. We can't let anyone out." The dark haired man nodded and moved to seal the doors. It was unusual to have an apparation barrier around, especially at a friendly gathering like this, but they had decided to do so for fear of attack. And the ever pursuing reporters.

Harry called his staff to him as yet more fell, and cast his senses out. Yes, there were dark wizards waiting outside -they didn't know yet whether or not the spell had taken effect.

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The blurry world started coming into focus as he stumbled forward a few steps, catching his balance. Blinking, he looked around.

A second later he remembered what was going on and stiffened. He surveyed the group -everyone was here. Except Harry of course.

Someone was gently pulling the reporter out of the hall, and another was telling everyone to calm down, that they were safe now.

He could see a Mediwitch tending to a man who hit be hit with the Cruciatus. Harry had moved the man out of harms way. If he hadn't, the man would have been outside the circle, and would have met a worse fate by now.

Percy was still lying on the ground. Ron's eyes narrowed

Ron moved over to him. He bent down, grabbed the traitors arm and hauled him up. "You just handed him over to them! My best friend! I'm gonna make you pay, brother."

The usually composed man wore a look of intense confusion. "No… what? Ron…"

"You bastard," Ron shot at him.

It was Ginny though, who punched him. Her face was filled with grief and anguish.

Hermione stood a few feet away with her wand pointed at Percy, and she quickly performed a spell to bind him.

"He is a possible Death Eater," she said to two Aurors, who promptly hauled his brother away. Ron finally looked around -they were in a large room, apparently a ministry building. It couldn't have been in the actual ministry, however, because he could tell that they were not underground. His father was conversing with a man at the other side of the room, Bill was with them -though he was looking at Percy as he was taken away.

Ginny was standing there trying to get her emotions in check.

"Hermione, where exactly are we?" he asked.

"The Department of Mysteries -That's the Head, over there, talking to the Minister."

Ron glanced around again in shock. "…How did you-?"

"Ron… I am training to be an Unspeakable."