CHAPTER SIX-
Room 13A, Department of Deceased and
Missing
Hermione sat down at the restaurant at the Ministry. She had obviously hurt Harry very
badly, but didn't know why it was a big deal of what she said. She thought over what she said...
"Well... you can drop me out of the picture. I used to like you Harry... but not anymore. I'm sorry. I
don't think I'm going to date for a while. Ron and I weren't meant for each other and neither are we.
Friends?"
Maybe Harry had actually liked her.
"Mocha Coffee, please," Hermione said to the waiter.
"1 galleon," they replied and collected their fee and prepared the coffee.
Someone sat down next to her. It was Harry.
"I'm sorry for how I acted," Harry said. Hermione pushed her hair behind her ear.
"I am too... I mean-- Come on Harry, we can't date."
"I don't want to, Hermione. The part where you said that we were never meant for each other
was kind of harsh. Your attractive, funny, smart... it makes me think I can never have that kind of
girl. There's only one person like you in the world... and that's yourself. Your on and a kind."
The waiter brought over Hermione's coffee. She didn't notice though, because she was very
busy kissing Harry right on the lips. They parted and Hermione sighed.
"I hate myself. Why did I just do that? Oh ya... because that's the nicest thing anyone's ever
said about me."
"Oh my god," a voice said loudly. Hermione and Harry turned at the same time and saw Ron
standing there. "You bitch." Ron took off for the elevator.
"Oh no," Hermione said quietly and got up. She looked at Harry and bent down to kiss him
again. He backed away.
"This isn't right. Go to Ron. Get him. I'm not going to ruin everyone's friendships."
Hermione looked taken aback.
"Get up," Hermione demanded.
"What?" Harry said.
"GET UP!" she declared. "Your coming with me to find Ron and I don't care what you say
about it."
Harry jumped up as if some invisible force pulled him off his seat.
Ron was in the elevator, not knowing where he was heading. He just wanted to go to the
bottom floor of the Ministry and sit and think. When the lift finally stopped, Ron exited the area and
stepped onto cracked pavement. There were wires hanging from the ceiling and he walls weren't
painted. Drywall was everywhere. Where was he? The unfinished Affotts?
A ding came from behind him. It had to be Hermione and that ungrateful guy who was kissing
her, Harry.
Ron took off running to a darkened corner. There was a door there... it was a brick red in
color and had a brown doorknob. It said 13A on it in fading bronze.
Hermione and Harry stepped out of the elevator and looked around. It was a dismal place and
unoccupied.
"Ron?" Hermione called out as she came closer to the corner Ron was in.
"Crap," Ron panicked and looked at the door. "Couldn't hurt right?"
He stood up quickly and opened it. He stepped inside...
Hermione and Harry rounded the corner... Ron wasn't there, neither was the door.
'C'mon, he might have gotten off at a different floor," Harry said and they went back into the
lift.
Ron was in pure darkness.
"Where is the light switch?" he asked himself. His thoughts were answered as lights turned on
simultaneously. The room was an absolute white. Everything in it was a pearly whiteness. There was
four filing cabinets set up in the room. A table sat in the corner. Ron edged over to the cabinets with
reverence on his face. What was this place. He opened the filing cabinet– It was a listing from A-Z on
many different people. People Ron had never heard of before.
"Aaham, Remulap–" Ron said to himself as he took out the first filing folder. He opened it and
began reading.
"Dead... killed with Remington Curse. Remington Curse inflicts eye pain until your– oh my
god– your eyeballs burn out... happens in approximately twenty seconds. Killed on January 14th,
1675."
Ron put the folder back in. At that moment, a folder flew past his face and onto the top of the
filing cabinet. It then disappeared. A voice echoed in the room all of a sudden.
"New file successfully filed!" the voice boomed.
If what Ron was thinking was true, then this was amazing. It was records of everyone who
had died in the Wizard World. Ron looked around at different names of his friends just for fun.
Hermione and Harry didn't appear anywhere in any of the cabinets. Neither did Parvati, Lavender,
Seamus, Neville, or Dean. Why should they? They aren't dead.
"Trelawney... Sibyll... found it!" Ron said importantly. "Wait..." he frowned. "She's... not dead–
It says: Kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy and followers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a
raid. If you would like to see her, please say the person's last name and first.– Trelawney, Sibyll."
Ron gasped. A video image appeared in front of him. Professor Trelawney was groaning in
pain. Spells kept being shot at her and she twitched and screamed everytime they collided with her
chest.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "STOP IT!"
"PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY!" Ron called out to no one.
"Mr. Weasley... put the file down."
Ron shot around and dropped the file. The image faded and vanished. A familiar figure stood
there. Fat and dressed in mismatching colors of pink and sea green with a vultures hat on her head.
"Umbridge!"
"Professor Umbridge, you mean?" she said sternly. "Would you mind telling me what the hell
your doing in the Ministry of Magic's private room?"
"Would you mind telling me why the heck you have files and images of people being
tortured?" Ron shot back.
"We use these files to find missing persons and remember those who died. Trelawney's
footage is being monitored in a back-up file right now, over nine floors above you in a high-security
room."
"Oh," Ron said simply and picked up the file and put it away.
"I will still be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, so be cautious. I might be
awarding you a week or two of detention for being in here or even better, BEING ON THIS BOTTOM
FLOOR which is off limits. Did you not see the signs posted everywhere in the lobby and in the
elevator."
"Sorry ma'am," Ron apologized.
"Never come back here again. Don't let anyone know about it," Umbridge instructed.
In Dumbledore's office, everyone chatted about Trelawney.
"We don't know where she is... or who is there. All we know is that she is being tortured for
information about where all the teachers went and her predictions about the Dark-Lord returning,"
Tonks informed
"Predictions are merely opinion," Mad-Eye rumbled. "They will not get anything out of it."
"Even so," Dumbledore said, "they can sometimes be turned into reality."
Another piece of paper flew into the office. Fudge snatched it and read quickly. He then let out
a hearty laugh.
"All Muggles are present and accounted for. Aurors have placed a memory charm over each
quadrant in the city."
Everyone clapped and cheered.
"That is one thing out of the way," Dumbledore said. "Now... we will do well if we can find
Sibyll. When is Severus coming down here again?"
"As soon as he gets settled in at the Headquarters sir," Lupin said.
"Good... so far– people have been killed, kidnapped, places have been raided, Dementors and
Death Eaters are on the loose. The second war has begun. We have a long time until it ends."
Room 13A, Department of Deceased and
Missing
Hermione sat down at the restaurant at the Ministry. She had obviously hurt Harry very
badly, but didn't know why it was a big deal of what she said. She thought over what she said...
"Well... you can drop me out of the picture. I used to like you Harry... but not anymore. I'm sorry. I
don't think I'm going to date for a while. Ron and I weren't meant for each other and neither are we.
Friends?"
Maybe Harry had actually liked her.
"Mocha Coffee, please," Hermione said to the waiter.
"1 galleon," they replied and collected their fee and prepared the coffee.
Someone sat down next to her. It was Harry.
"I'm sorry for how I acted," Harry said. Hermione pushed her hair behind her ear.
"I am too... I mean-- Come on Harry, we can't date."
"I don't want to, Hermione. The part where you said that we were never meant for each other
was kind of harsh. Your attractive, funny, smart... it makes me think I can never have that kind of
girl. There's only one person like you in the world... and that's yourself. Your on and a kind."
The waiter brought over Hermione's coffee. She didn't notice though, because she was very
busy kissing Harry right on the lips. They parted and Hermione sighed.
"I hate myself. Why did I just do that? Oh ya... because that's the nicest thing anyone's ever
said about me."
"Oh my god," a voice said loudly. Hermione and Harry turned at the same time and saw Ron
standing there. "You bitch." Ron took off for the elevator.
"Oh no," Hermione said quietly and got up. She looked at Harry and bent down to kiss him
again. He backed away.
"This isn't right. Go to Ron. Get him. I'm not going to ruin everyone's friendships."
Hermione looked taken aback.
"Get up," Hermione demanded.
"What?" Harry said.
"GET UP!" she declared. "Your coming with me to find Ron and I don't care what you say
about it."
Harry jumped up as if some invisible force pulled him off his seat.
Ron was in the elevator, not knowing where he was heading. He just wanted to go to the
bottom floor of the Ministry and sit and think. When the lift finally stopped, Ron exited the area and
stepped onto cracked pavement. There were wires hanging from the ceiling and he walls weren't
painted. Drywall was everywhere. Where was he? The unfinished Affotts?
A ding came from behind him. It had to be Hermione and that ungrateful guy who was kissing
her, Harry.
Ron took off running to a darkened corner. There was a door there... it was a brick red in
color and had a brown doorknob. It said 13A on it in fading bronze.
Hermione and Harry stepped out of the elevator and looked around. It was a dismal place and
unoccupied.
"Ron?" Hermione called out as she came closer to the corner Ron was in.
"Crap," Ron panicked and looked at the door. "Couldn't hurt right?"
He stood up quickly and opened it. He stepped inside...
Hermione and Harry rounded the corner... Ron wasn't there, neither was the door.
'C'mon, he might have gotten off at a different floor," Harry said and they went back into the
lift.
Ron was in pure darkness.
"Where is the light switch?" he asked himself. His thoughts were answered as lights turned on
simultaneously. The room was an absolute white. Everything in it was a pearly whiteness. There was
four filing cabinets set up in the room. A table sat in the corner. Ron edged over to the cabinets with
reverence on his face. What was this place. He opened the filing cabinet– It was a listing from A-Z on
many different people. People Ron had never heard of before.
"Aaham, Remulap–" Ron said to himself as he took out the first filing folder. He opened it and
began reading.
"Dead... killed with Remington Curse. Remington Curse inflicts eye pain until your– oh my
god– your eyeballs burn out... happens in approximately twenty seconds. Killed on January 14th,
1675."
Ron put the folder back in. At that moment, a folder flew past his face and onto the top of the
filing cabinet. It then disappeared. A voice echoed in the room all of a sudden.
"New file successfully filed!" the voice boomed.
If what Ron was thinking was true, then this was amazing. It was records of everyone who
had died in the Wizard World. Ron looked around at different names of his friends just for fun.
Hermione and Harry didn't appear anywhere in any of the cabinets. Neither did Parvati, Lavender,
Seamus, Neville, or Dean. Why should they? They aren't dead.
"Trelawney... Sibyll... found it!" Ron said importantly. "Wait..." he frowned. "She's... not dead–
It says: Kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy and followers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a
raid. If you would like to see her, please say the person's last name and first.– Trelawney, Sibyll."
Ron gasped. A video image appeared in front of him. Professor Trelawney was groaning in
pain. Spells kept being shot at her and she twitched and screamed everytime they collided with her
chest.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "STOP IT!"
"PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY!" Ron called out to no one.
"Mr. Weasley... put the file down."
Ron shot around and dropped the file. The image faded and vanished. A familiar figure stood
there. Fat and dressed in mismatching colors of pink and sea green with a vultures hat on her head.
"Umbridge!"
"Professor Umbridge, you mean?" she said sternly. "Would you mind telling me what the hell
your doing in the Ministry of Magic's private room?"
"Would you mind telling me why the heck you have files and images of people being
tortured?" Ron shot back.
"We use these files to find missing persons and remember those who died. Trelawney's
footage is being monitored in a back-up file right now, over nine floors above you in a high-security
room."
"Oh," Ron said simply and picked up the file and put it away.
"I will still be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, so be cautious. I might be
awarding you a week or two of detention for being in here or even better, BEING ON THIS BOTTOM
FLOOR which is off limits. Did you not see the signs posted everywhere in the lobby and in the
elevator."
"Sorry ma'am," Ron apologized.
"Never come back here again. Don't let anyone know about it," Umbridge instructed.
In Dumbledore's office, everyone chatted about Trelawney.
"We don't know where she is... or who is there. All we know is that she is being tortured for
information about where all the teachers went and her predictions about the Dark-Lord returning,"
Tonks informed
"Predictions are merely opinion," Mad-Eye rumbled. "They will not get anything out of it."
"Even so," Dumbledore said, "they can sometimes be turned into reality."
Another piece of paper flew into the office. Fudge snatched it and read quickly. He then let out
a hearty laugh.
"All Muggles are present and accounted for. Aurors have placed a memory charm over each
quadrant in the city."
Everyone clapped and cheered.
"That is one thing out of the way," Dumbledore said. "Now... we will do well if we can find
Sibyll. When is Severus coming down here again?"
"As soon as he gets settled in at the Headquarters sir," Lupin said.
"Good... so far– people have been killed, kidnapped, places have been raided, Dementors and
Death Eaters are on the loose. The second war has begun. We have a long time until it ends."