Chapter Eleven 5/7/04
Then the next day arrived, the last day of examination. He studied the notes that Hermione had made copies for Harry the previous day. He was forever grateful for her lending, otherwise, he wouldn't had study this much today. Remus had divulge much of his time drilling memorization of dates and events into Harry. Saying how important in knowing history.
"But Remus, I don't see why I have to learn all this rubbish," Harry complained.
"Harry, you must show respect for history, if we don't know our own history, then they will most certainly repeat itself."
"Is there such proof for that Remus?"
"Of course, with all the wars we've had, and some of them have repeated itself. Such as Hitler for example. An evil Smuggle dictator," he explained.
"Muggle dictator..? I think I remember that being mentioned at my Primary school. I heard he did was awful."
"It was, he killed six million Jews, and the devastation of Muggle lives were huge. Just like with Voldemort today. If we all knew the Muggle history as well as Wizarding history, there wouldn't be much wars repeating."
"True..." Harry leaned back, thinking about the killings of Jews by Hitler and the killings of Muggles by Voldemort and realized something. "You're right, history's repeating itself."
"Exactly, elimination of Muggles is just like elimination of Jews, it's sad to know that there are so many prejudiced minds in this world," he sighed. Then the two didn't speak for awhile, and both males heard a soft snore in another seat across from Remus. The two inspected that Sirius had fallen asleep, with small drool coming out of his mouth onto the table.
Harry looked over to Remus, smirking, and both took out their wands. Deciding to take a bit of break and play with Sirius. "Tarantellga!" both shouted, purposely waking Sirius up from the shoutings and began to dance.
"Wha--HEY! Take this off of me!" Sirius exclaimed, trying every effort to stop dancing. But failing miserably as two males broke down in fits of laughter. "This isn't fair you know! Attacking a sleeping person!"
"We couldn't resist Sirius," he spoke, after trying to calm himself, but broke into another mirth of laughs.
"Yeah, you were snor-snorting," Remus couldn't speak well during laughing. "Snoring," he tried again. "And I was helping alone!"
"Oh fine, blame it on history for being so boring!" Sirius grumbles as he dances, which now is in the art of Macrena. "Oh for god's sake, take this off!" Which caused them to crack up even more. Then after another five minutes worth of laughing and dancing. Sirius had soon laughing with the others, enjoying themselves. Remus took off the spell off Sirius who finally caught some breather.
"Oh... I will get you both one day!" he panted after dancing nonstop for fifteen minutes. "Cruelty that was!" Sending Harry and Remus into another fits of laugh. Sirius shook his head at the two. "Alright, alright, that's enough," he grinned.
"Whew..." Harry let out a heave of breath. "I guess I have to go back to studying huh?"
"Yes Harry, we only have two hours, and I hope what I told you earlier will prep you up some more interest in history. With that, the three males went back to studying, reviewing some notes about the Goblin wars. At five, Harry stopped studying and ate his dinner before going to Hogwarts.
"Good luck Harry, only last examination to do," Remus said, smiling. Harry nodded, the thought of being finished with the OWLs and finished for the year sounds very appealing.
"Don't fall asleep during the examination," Sirius remarked. "It won't do you good..."
"Yes, do listen to him, since HE fell asleep. Got a Dreadful in History of Magic," Moony chuckles as Sirius punched him on the shoulder playfully. Then stole a peck from Remus. "Good bye Harry, see you at ten?"
"Yeah, ten, bye," Harry went down the hatch back to Hogwarts. When he sat next to Hermione and Ron, and greeted them. "Hey..."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione whispered, pushing slightly at a roll of parchment towards him. Confused, he picked the parchment up. "This came today, I don't know if they know that you're at Hogwarts..."
"I see.... I'll read it later," Harry said, putting the parchment into his pockets. "Thanks Hermione, so what's up, how's the last examination?"
"Oh, it was tedious, but I'm glad we're finished with OWLs."
"No kidding," Ron said after swallowing a meat of chicken's leg. "It was horrid and boring. It was a wonder that I didn't fall asleep..." at that, Harry laughed. "Oh what's so funny?"
"Remus admitted that Sirius fell asleep during the examination in History of Magic," Hermione widened in shock.
"He didn't!"
"He did," he laughed more loudly.
"Ha, well at least I didn't do more horribly than Sirius then," Ron smiled at this and picked up the speed in eating.
"Ugh Ron, do you have to eat so fast?" Hermione's nose wrenched up in disgust.
"What can I say? When something cheers me up, I eat more! Plus, I AM a growing boy..." he went back to eating. Hermione shook her head sadly. After another twenty minutes of chatting, Harry suddenly felt a pull in behind his navel. Harry widened in shock, recognizing the pull.
"No!" Then his surroundings became a blur around Harry, wondering what portkey it was. He remembered the parchment that Hermione gave him and cursed. 'She wouldn't give me that! Would she...?' Then with a loud colliding thud and landed someplace dark with soft glow.
"Lumos!" Someone said, lighting the area. Harry recognized the person as Lucious and saw other eleven dark features behind him. His stomach clenched, afraid of what's going to happen. "Where, and who are you!?" he demanded. Harry stayed silent, trying to figure where he is. "Is that you Potter?"
He dared not move from where he is, still trying to figure out where he is. The lumos light gave that much clue, and what he saw, was full hall of small glassy, dusty orbs with inscription at the bottom. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand what this place is.
"Alright, if you're invisible, might as well, try to make you visible!" he casted the de-disillusionment charm blindly. The fifth one hit Harry. "Ah-ha! But it isn't disillusionment charm..? How about... accio invisibility cloak!"
Fear gripped at his stomach as his cloak came off of him. 'Shit!'
"Well, well, well..." he drawled, smirking at him.
"Malfoy," Harry sneered.
"Is 'ittle baby Potter scared!?" a voice of a woman said, using mock-baby tone.
"You wish Lestrange!"
"Tut, tut, that's not very nice, now do us a favor and pick up that orb next to you," she said, sneering. Harry looked to where the Death Eaters were pointing at. He saw his name and the Dark Lord on the small gold plaque under the glassy orb.
"You want this?" Harry asked, delaying time.
"Yes, now pick it up!" Lucius responded, Harry felt a smirk playing on his face.
"What will happen if I don't?"
"Then she," a Death Eater spoke, shoving a body towards Harry, "gets it!" Harry stared at the body in horror. Never mind how she had treated him for all the time she's been horrible to him. Only last summer did he began to respect for the fact that she's Harry's mum's sister. More fear gripped at his stomach, clenching, trying to think what to do. "Well!?"
"You promise not to kill her?" he said, clenching his jaws.
"Of COURSE we promise!" Bellatrix said, using a tone that Harry didn't like. Harry glared at the woman and shifted at the orb they wanted to pick up now. Then it hit him like a pile of big rocks. The Prophecy! So he must be at the Ministry of Magic, in the depths of Department of Mysteries. If he gave the orb to them, then Voldemort would know what it entails and he would have much more determination to finish him off. He didn't want that, but he also didn't want Aunt Petunia to die either.
"We don't have all night boy!" one of the Death Eaters sneered.
"I'm weighing the consequences, so shut up!" Harry snapped. To say that the Death Eaters were stunned is an understatement.
"How dare you try to be inferior to us!" Bellatrix exclaimed, pointing the wand at him. "Cr--"
"No! We can't harm the Prophecy! Wake her up," with the commanding voice. One of the Death Eater said 'enervate' and woke her up.
"Wha--Where am I!?" she squeaked, looking around fearfully. "Oh no, the freaks!"
"Crucio!" Lucius Malfoy cursed the woman at his feet. Harry felt a pang of anger at him, and for his Aunt suffering.
"Stop it!" yelled Harry. "I'll pick it up damnit!" When the scream didn't stop, Harry hastily picked the Prophecy up. "Stop that!" Lucius took the curse off of her, smirking.
"Excellent, now hand it over," he drawled, setting his left hand out to have Harry set the Prophecy deposit on his hand.
"Never! Reducto!" Harry yelled, sending the spell at the orbs around them. "Reducto!" he caused more to fall, shattering into pieces. Several silvery figures rose up and some spoke. He lurched forward, picking Aunt Petunia up and shoving his way through the Death Eaters who were now protecting their heads from the glass.
A white silvery woman spoke, "...war rages on, the one with the unicorn's hair..."
A serenely white man with tuff shirt said, "...shall die at the hands of the Shadows..." Harry continues to push his way and out to the small corridor-like way with all the shelves and saw the numbers and blindly ran down the right side, hoping the exit was in the direction. The figures around him still speaking, some sounding so forlornly.
"...love will prevail in the end..." another woman spoke, with sad eyes.
"...torment sets The Only One back, but He shall purge on..." Harry swat at his forehead, as it was sweating, and with Petunia over his shoulders, running as fast as he could. Setting as much distance between himself and the Death Eaters. Harry could clearly hear some of their sayings.
"Don't stun him! We need the Prophecy!"
"He's going to get away, don't let him get out of our sight!" Harry smirked at his advantage, and blindly pointed the wand at someone.
"Stupefy!" He heard someone crashing with a thud.
"Forget him! We need to get Harry Potter!" one yelled, Harry can still hear the foot stomps behind him, and went another go.
"Impedimenta! Stupefy! Reducto!" he pointed the last spell at the shelves next to him, causing to shatter behind him as he plowed on. Harry knew he slowed the gang of Death Eaters down dramatically. But he felt something was off, Aunt Petunia was kicking him, and saw a shape of a stick from her sleeves. Widening in realization, "Aunt Petunia!?"
"Stupefy!" she shrieked at Harry, but missed.
"It's okay Aunt Pet--"
"Stupefy!" she tried again, but Harry narrowly dodged it.
"Petunia! Stop!" Harry yelled as he continued to run and finally found the door, and wrenched it open and closed it behind him. Locking the door, and panting out of breath. "Petunia..." She shoved herself away from him, pointing the wand at him, smiling evilly.
"...? Petunia?"
"Heh, heh, heh, thought I was your aunt? I don't think so Boy! Now hand the Prophecy over!" Harry's stomach clenched, his skin grew cold. This wasn't Aunt Petunia?
"Who are you!?" Harry asked, clearly enraged, and some confusion evident on his face.
"Hmm, who betrayed your parents? Who was the guy that was so small, and so feeble?" Harry's skin crawled, then his face wrenched in distaste and disgust.
"Wormtail."
"Very good! I thought you were just like James.... apparently not," she, or a he shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't you talk about my dad like that!" Harry spat, pointing the wand at Peter.
"Or you'll do what?" he asked.
"You know, you're being very uncharacteristically out of character. Who knew that you were someone who had to BEG Voldemort for your life! Tell me Wormtail, why did YOU betray?" Harry said, still having his Prophecy, and wand poised at the fake Aunt Petunia. Who is slowly shifting body back to normal, and also his wand back at Harry's torso.
"Am I now?" he asked, "Well, I suppose you would like to know why I betrayed? Of course, the answer was simple. I simply love to look up to stronger people. How else would I be able to save my own skin?"
"You... you should've been in Slytherin!" he snarled at Petterigrew.
"Yes... the old hat said that I did, but," he shrugged, "something came up."
"I'm going to kill you!" he roared, shouting a curse at Wormtail. "This is for my parents! Engorgio!" Peter screamed in agony as the painful boils appeared nearly every inch of his body. "Stupefy!" cursing the rat-animagi person and knocked out cold. Harry suddenly became aware of his surroundings, he saw a bird hatching and un-hatching, a time turner turning, and the poundings on the door, trying to get through. Harry checked his Prophecy, making sure it's still clutching in his left hand, and tore out of the room in the exit opposite where he stood and stepped out into a circular room with twelve doors.
"Oh crap..." he cussed, as the walls and the doors spun around him speedily in a blue blur from the torches. Then slowed down to a stop, Harry stared around, trying to pick the right door out of the room. He blindly opened the door second to his left and entered the room what seemed like an island, with sun shining. Some were gentle sounds of waves, with faint background music. "Wha--?" Harry felt calmed down somewhat. He couldn't point out what was making him feel so calming. Everything in this room seem to have everything he needed to enjoy himself. But somehow, the room felt wrong as it was missing something. He examined his environment he was in and saw several doors leading out of the room. He chose the door directly in front of him, wading into the water to open the door that seems to be standing all it's own.
Harry opened the door with ease and entered the room, and realized that he must have accidentally walked into space. He blinked in shock at how the planets floated around him, the stars don't seem to even twinkle. Harry thought it must be something with the atmosphere that causes the stars to twinkle. He looked around himself, in daze, the beauty in this room, to say that it was stunning is understatement. Then behind him, he heard several foot falling, speeding to catch up with him. He twirled around, and faced to face with MacNair and Bellatrix's husband.
"Ah-ha! Now you can't get away Potter!" Mr. Lestrange gleefully said.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, pointing at MacNair, who dodged and sent a Cruciatus Curse at Harry whom Lestrange pushed the wand away from Harry into the space.
"Hey!"
"We're not supposed to harm him until we get the Prophecy you idiot! Accio Pro--"
"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted again, sending at Lestrange whom this time got the curse full on. "Engorgio!" He sent another hex at MacNair who got minimal boils, but still very painful. Harry turned around again, and ran into another door and back out in the circular room again. The doors spun around him dizzily and slowed down.
"Augh, I need to get a way out of here damnit!" He tried one of the doors and found it locked. Frowning, thinking this must be the way out of the Department of Mysteries. He knew he had to hurry or the Death Eaters will catch up with him soon. 'Augh, I could at least use that knife about now!' Harry thought, remembering the knife Sirius gave two Christmas ago. "I really need to find the exit!" No sooner than he said the 'exit' word, the door spun open. "Ah-ha!" He ran out of the circular room, and recognized the corridor as it was on the day of his Hearing the previous summer. Running towards the lift, pressing the button madly and got on the elevator. He turned around in time to see Lucius and few others sending curses and hexes at Harry but the door shut in time. He pressed the floor that leads to get out of the Ministry. He even hoped that if there was ANY guards here at the Ministry right now.
Harry took this moment to calm down a little, but prepared himself for anything once he got out of there. He looked at the Prophecy in his hand again and examined a little, in awe of the beauty as soft blue light emitted from the Prophecy. He knew what entailed inside, but how would he activate it anyways..? Then he remembered the silvery figures when they came out of the orbs. All he had to do was smash it. The lift's door opened and saw that the Atrium was empty, and ran towards the place that would get him out of the there using the telephone place. After that, he wouldn't know how to get back to Hogwarts, or how to reach anyone for that matter. But Harry knew he had to get out of the Ministry as soon as possible. Harry soon heard foot steps running behind him.
'Shit! I'm out in the open!' Harry looked to his left and saw the Golden Statues in the pool of water and dove behind one of the statues as a curse flew pass him. 'I really could use some help right about now...' Harry thought, as he shouted a Petrify Hex at a Death Eater, who immediately froze and fell with a thud. More curses flew his way.
"Stupefy! Engorgio! Tarantalla! Incendio! Impedimenta!" Harry went into a frenzy of hexes and curses at the Death Eaters, some weren't lucky, others dodged them all and the battle continues to rage on. Harry started to feel a little worn out from shouting, and from where he was hiding. Which wasn't comfortable to say the least. His pants were trenched in water, the hiding position uncomfortable, and when he did attack the Death Eaters, he had risks of being hit. He couldn't afford to lose concentration right now. Then he heard a soft pop then a loud pop behind him. He pivoted around at his spot pointing at the Death Eater, which turned out to be Lucius.
"You're quite good at fighting Potter, now please give us the Prophecy! My patience's wearing thin."
"Never! Impedimenta!" Harry shouted the hex at Lucius and ran around him, to continue running at the telephone box, hoping to reach it unscathed, or at least survive. But then he heard another pop, and collided into someone. "Oof!"
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" a hissing voice said. Harry's skin went cold, even though he was sweating. "Potter, how nice to see you here," Harry took several steps away from the person. It was Voldemort, sneering at him. "Now hand over the Prophecy."
"Never!" Harry spat, his mind going into full drive, trying to think fast of what to do.
"Unwise," he hissed, "Accio Prophecy!" Harry lost the grip of the Prophecy and went to Voldemort's hand. Harry's mind reeled really fast and before he could even think, he yelled.
"Accio Prophecy!" Harry won back the orb into his left hand again. "Impedimenta! Reducto!" He pointed the last hex at the chandelier just above him which came down crashing on Voldemort who fell to the floor. With a very sickening thud, and Harry ran around him and finally reached the telephone box.
"GET HIM! DO NOT LET HIM GET AWAY!" Voldemort yelled at his servants who had been watching the little duel. Harry shut the door behind him.
"C'mon, c'mon, hurry up damnit! Oh no, what if they're..." Harry couldn't finish the sentence, if he did. Then it could come true. He didn't need that, and prayed that they're not at the top, waiting for him to get out of the Telephone box. What then? If they weren't, then where could he go? Where are the members from the Order? Didn't they say they were guarding Department of Mysteries? Had one of them been hexed, stuffed and hidden away or.. Or worse? He couldn't bear at the thought. He only hoped whoever was on duty would notice their disappearance. Harry looked at his watch, and it read 11 P.M. He was amazed at how much time had passed.
But Sirius and Remus, and Professor Snape would most definitely be worrying. Wouldn't they know that Harry had disappeared without a trace? Would Hermione know that he'd disappeared by the word 'no!'? If she didn't, then he wouldn't know what to do. It was hopeless, and he's good as caught once he step out of the box into Death Eater's hands again. He dreaded even more as the window panes were hit by the street lamps, and his vision crawled into view and he saw what he dreaded the most.
Lucius and Bellatrix stood there, smirking evilly as the Telephone Box finally stopped.
"That wasn't very nice of you to treat Dark Lord like that!" she spoke, snarling.
"Well, what am I suppose to do? Surrender? I don't think so," Harry vigilantly said. "Stupefy!" he cursed another hex at Lucius Malfoy who finally got hit by a hex and knocked out. "Now it's just the two of us!" he spat.
"Yes, very well," she chuckled. "Now hand over the Prophecy!"
"Never! And you killed one of my friends, how DARE you torture the Longbottom's family! I'll kill you!" Harry yelled, feeling enraged once more at the woman.
"Ha, ha, ha! Longbottom, why that family does have a tendency to do with the victims of Dark Ar--"
Harry couldn't take it anymore, and yelled, "Crucio!" Bellatrix fell to the floor, shrieking for two seconds and got back up. Her smirk wiped away from her face.
"How dare you! But indeed, was that your first time? Well Potter, you have to MEAN it! Ha, ha, ha! Pure angry, and hatred won't work for cruciatus curse. You want to have your victims to have pain, you need to enjoy it! Accio Prophe--"
"Impedimenta!" Harry yelled in pure hatred. How dare she make fun of Harry, for not wanting to enjoy pain? Well, he'll show her! "I'll prove that I do enjoy watching YOU in pain! Crucio!" Harry went another go at Cruciatus Curse at the woman, who now screamed in agony. Harry chuckled at the pain, but he didn't know how to take it off... as soon he thought that, the curse was taken off of her.
"Augh! How dare you! You are not Dark Lord! Ac--" Harry rammed into her, sending her down, and casting Petrificus Totalis on her and continued to run away. Harry couldn't believe it, he actually casted the Crucaitus Curse on her. Would he end up in Azkaban now? He couldn't bear at the thought of it. He really hoped that he would run into someone familiar. Heck, he hoped to run into the Minister of Magic, despite his hatred for the man. Harry slowed down as he walked into an alley way and leaned against the brick walls. Panting out of breath.
'Now what?'
Then the next day arrived, the last day of examination. He studied the notes that Hermione had made copies for Harry the previous day. He was forever grateful for her lending, otherwise, he wouldn't had study this much today. Remus had divulge much of his time drilling memorization of dates and events into Harry. Saying how important in knowing history.
"But Remus, I don't see why I have to learn all this rubbish," Harry complained.
"Harry, you must show respect for history, if we don't know our own history, then they will most certainly repeat itself."
"Is there such proof for that Remus?"
"Of course, with all the wars we've had, and some of them have repeated itself. Such as Hitler for example. An evil Smuggle dictator," he explained.
"Muggle dictator..? I think I remember that being mentioned at my Primary school. I heard he did was awful."
"It was, he killed six million Jews, and the devastation of Muggle lives were huge. Just like with Voldemort today. If we all knew the Muggle history as well as Wizarding history, there wouldn't be much wars repeating."
"True..." Harry leaned back, thinking about the killings of Jews by Hitler and the killings of Muggles by Voldemort and realized something. "You're right, history's repeating itself."
"Exactly, elimination of Muggles is just like elimination of Jews, it's sad to know that there are so many prejudiced minds in this world," he sighed. Then the two didn't speak for awhile, and both males heard a soft snore in another seat across from Remus. The two inspected that Sirius had fallen asleep, with small drool coming out of his mouth onto the table.
Harry looked over to Remus, smirking, and both took out their wands. Deciding to take a bit of break and play with Sirius. "Tarantellga!" both shouted, purposely waking Sirius up from the shoutings and began to dance.
"Wha--HEY! Take this off of me!" Sirius exclaimed, trying every effort to stop dancing. But failing miserably as two males broke down in fits of laughter. "This isn't fair you know! Attacking a sleeping person!"
"We couldn't resist Sirius," he spoke, after trying to calm himself, but broke into another mirth of laughs.
"Yeah, you were snor-snorting," Remus couldn't speak well during laughing. "Snoring," he tried again. "And I was helping alone!"
"Oh fine, blame it on history for being so boring!" Sirius grumbles as he dances, which now is in the art of Macrena. "Oh for god's sake, take this off!" Which caused them to crack up even more. Then after another five minutes worth of laughing and dancing. Sirius had soon laughing with the others, enjoying themselves. Remus took off the spell off Sirius who finally caught some breather.
"Oh... I will get you both one day!" he panted after dancing nonstop for fifteen minutes. "Cruelty that was!" Sending Harry and Remus into another fits of laugh. Sirius shook his head at the two. "Alright, alright, that's enough," he grinned.
"Whew..." Harry let out a heave of breath. "I guess I have to go back to studying huh?"
"Yes Harry, we only have two hours, and I hope what I told you earlier will prep you up some more interest in history. With that, the three males went back to studying, reviewing some notes about the Goblin wars. At five, Harry stopped studying and ate his dinner before going to Hogwarts.
"Good luck Harry, only last examination to do," Remus said, smiling. Harry nodded, the thought of being finished with the OWLs and finished for the year sounds very appealing.
"Don't fall asleep during the examination," Sirius remarked. "It won't do you good..."
"Yes, do listen to him, since HE fell asleep. Got a Dreadful in History of Magic," Moony chuckles as Sirius punched him on the shoulder playfully. Then stole a peck from Remus. "Good bye Harry, see you at ten?"
"Yeah, ten, bye," Harry went down the hatch back to Hogwarts. When he sat next to Hermione and Ron, and greeted them. "Hey..."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione whispered, pushing slightly at a roll of parchment towards him. Confused, he picked the parchment up. "This came today, I don't know if they know that you're at Hogwarts..."
"I see.... I'll read it later," Harry said, putting the parchment into his pockets. "Thanks Hermione, so what's up, how's the last examination?"
"Oh, it was tedious, but I'm glad we're finished with OWLs."
"No kidding," Ron said after swallowing a meat of chicken's leg. "It was horrid and boring. It was a wonder that I didn't fall asleep..." at that, Harry laughed. "Oh what's so funny?"
"Remus admitted that Sirius fell asleep during the examination in History of Magic," Hermione widened in shock.
"He didn't!"
"He did," he laughed more loudly.
"Ha, well at least I didn't do more horribly than Sirius then," Ron smiled at this and picked up the speed in eating.
"Ugh Ron, do you have to eat so fast?" Hermione's nose wrenched up in disgust.
"What can I say? When something cheers me up, I eat more! Plus, I AM a growing boy..." he went back to eating. Hermione shook her head sadly. After another twenty minutes of chatting, Harry suddenly felt a pull in behind his navel. Harry widened in shock, recognizing the pull.
"No!" Then his surroundings became a blur around Harry, wondering what portkey it was. He remembered the parchment that Hermione gave him and cursed. 'She wouldn't give me that! Would she...?' Then with a loud colliding thud and landed someplace dark with soft glow.
"Lumos!" Someone said, lighting the area. Harry recognized the person as Lucious and saw other eleven dark features behind him. His stomach clenched, afraid of what's going to happen. "Where, and who are you!?" he demanded. Harry stayed silent, trying to figure where he is. "Is that you Potter?"
He dared not move from where he is, still trying to figure out where he is. The lumos light gave that much clue, and what he saw, was full hall of small glassy, dusty orbs with inscription at the bottom. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand what this place is.
"Alright, if you're invisible, might as well, try to make you visible!" he casted the de-disillusionment charm blindly. The fifth one hit Harry. "Ah-ha! But it isn't disillusionment charm..? How about... accio invisibility cloak!"
Fear gripped at his stomach as his cloak came off of him. 'Shit!'
"Well, well, well..." he drawled, smirking at him.
"Malfoy," Harry sneered.
"Is 'ittle baby Potter scared!?" a voice of a woman said, using mock-baby tone.
"You wish Lestrange!"
"Tut, tut, that's not very nice, now do us a favor and pick up that orb next to you," she said, sneering. Harry looked to where the Death Eaters were pointing at. He saw his name and the Dark Lord on the small gold plaque under the glassy orb.
"You want this?" Harry asked, delaying time.
"Yes, now pick it up!" Lucius responded, Harry felt a smirk playing on his face.
"What will happen if I don't?"
"Then she," a Death Eater spoke, shoving a body towards Harry, "gets it!" Harry stared at the body in horror. Never mind how she had treated him for all the time she's been horrible to him. Only last summer did he began to respect for the fact that she's Harry's mum's sister. More fear gripped at his stomach, clenching, trying to think what to do. "Well!?"
"You promise not to kill her?" he said, clenching his jaws.
"Of COURSE we promise!" Bellatrix said, using a tone that Harry didn't like. Harry glared at the woman and shifted at the orb they wanted to pick up now. Then it hit him like a pile of big rocks. The Prophecy! So he must be at the Ministry of Magic, in the depths of Department of Mysteries. If he gave the orb to them, then Voldemort would know what it entails and he would have much more determination to finish him off. He didn't want that, but he also didn't want Aunt Petunia to die either.
"We don't have all night boy!" one of the Death Eaters sneered.
"I'm weighing the consequences, so shut up!" Harry snapped. To say that the Death Eaters were stunned is an understatement.
"How dare you try to be inferior to us!" Bellatrix exclaimed, pointing the wand at him. "Cr--"
"No! We can't harm the Prophecy! Wake her up," with the commanding voice. One of the Death Eater said 'enervate' and woke her up.
"Wha--Where am I!?" she squeaked, looking around fearfully. "Oh no, the freaks!"
"Crucio!" Lucius Malfoy cursed the woman at his feet. Harry felt a pang of anger at him, and for his Aunt suffering.
"Stop it!" yelled Harry. "I'll pick it up damnit!" When the scream didn't stop, Harry hastily picked the Prophecy up. "Stop that!" Lucius took the curse off of her, smirking.
"Excellent, now hand it over," he drawled, setting his left hand out to have Harry set the Prophecy deposit on his hand.
"Never! Reducto!" Harry yelled, sending the spell at the orbs around them. "Reducto!" he caused more to fall, shattering into pieces. Several silvery figures rose up and some spoke. He lurched forward, picking Aunt Petunia up and shoving his way through the Death Eaters who were now protecting their heads from the glass.
A white silvery woman spoke, "...war rages on, the one with the unicorn's hair..."
A serenely white man with tuff shirt said, "...shall die at the hands of the Shadows..." Harry continues to push his way and out to the small corridor-like way with all the shelves and saw the numbers and blindly ran down the right side, hoping the exit was in the direction. The figures around him still speaking, some sounding so forlornly.
"...love will prevail in the end..." another woman spoke, with sad eyes.
"...torment sets The Only One back, but He shall purge on..." Harry swat at his forehead, as it was sweating, and with Petunia over his shoulders, running as fast as he could. Setting as much distance between himself and the Death Eaters. Harry could clearly hear some of their sayings.
"Don't stun him! We need the Prophecy!"
"He's going to get away, don't let him get out of our sight!" Harry smirked at his advantage, and blindly pointed the wand at someone.
"Stupefy!" He heard someone crashing with a thud.
"Forget him! We need to get Harry Potter!" one yelled, Harry can still hear the foot stomps behind him, and went another go.
"Impedimenta! Stupefy! Reducto!" he pointed the last spell at the shelves next to him, causing to shatter behind him as he plowed on. Harry knew he slowed the gang of Death Eaters down dramatically. But he felt something was off, Aunt Petunia was kicking him, and saw a shape of a stick from her sleeves. Widening in realization, "Aunt Petunia!?"
"Stupefy!" she shrieked at Harry, but missed.
"It's okay Aunt Pet--"
"Stupefy!" she tried again, but Harry narrowly dodged it.
"Petunia! Stop!" Harry yelled as he continued to run and finally found the door, and wrenched it open and closed it behind him. Locking the door, and panting out of breath. "Petunia..." She shoved herself away from him, pointing the wand at him, smiling evilly.
"...? Petunia?"
"Heh, heh, heh, thought I was your aunt? I don't think so Boy! Now hand the Prophecy over!" Harry's stomach clenched, his skin grew cold. This wasn't Aunt Petunia?
"Who are you!?" Harry asked, clearly enraged, and some confusion evident on his face.
"Hmm, who betrayed your parents? Who was the guy that was so small, and so feeble?" Harry's skin crawled, then his face wrenched in distaste and disgust.
"Wormtail."
"Very good! I thought you were just like James.... apparently not," she, or a he shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't you talk about my dad like that!" Harry spat, pointing the wand at Peter.
"Or you'll do what?" he asked.
"You know, you're being very uncharacteristically out of character. Who knew that you were someone who had to BEG Voldemort for your life! Tell me Wormtail, why did YOU betray?" Harry said, still having his Prophecy, and wand poised at the fake Aunt Petunia. Who is slowly shifting body back to normal, and also his wand back at Harry's torso.
"Am I now?" he asked, "Well, I suppose you would like to know why I betrayed? Of course, the answer was simple. I simply love to look up to stronger people. How else would I be able to save my own skin?"
"You... you should've been in Slytherin!" he snarled at Petterigrew.
"Yes... the old hat said that I did, but," he shrugged, "something came up."
"I'm going to kill you!" he roared, shouting a curse at Wormtail. "This is for my parents! Engorgio!" Peter screamed in agony as the painful boils appeared nearly every inch of his body. "Stupefy!" cursing the rat-animagi person and knocked out cold. Harry suddenly became aware of his surroundings, he saw a bird hatching and un-hatching, a time turner turning, and the poundings on the door, trying to get through. Harry checked his Prophecy, making sure it's still clutching in his left hand, and tore out of the room in the exit opposite where he stood and stepped out into a circular room with twelve doors.
"Oh crap..." he cussed, as the walls and the doors spun around him speedily in a blue blur from the torches. Then slowed down to a stop, Harry stared around, trying to pick the right door out of the room. He blindly opened the door second to his left and entered the room what seemed like an island, with sun shining. Some were gentle sounds of waves, with faint background music. "Wha--?" Harry felt calmed down somewhat. He couldn't point out what was making him feel so calming. Everything in this room seem to have everything he needed to enjoy himself. But somehow, the room felt wrong as it was missing something. He examined his environment he was in and saw several doors leading out of the room. He chose the door directly in front of him, wading into the water to open the door that seems to be standing all it's own.
Harry opened the door with ease and entered the room, and realized that he must have accidentally walked into space. He blinked in shock at how the planets floated around him, the stars don't seem to even twinkle. Harry thought it must be something with the atmosphere that causes the stars to twinkle. He looked around himself, in daze, the beauty in this room, to say that it was stunning is understatement. Then behind him, he heard several foot falling, speeding to catch up with him. He twirled around, and faced to face with MacNair and Bellatrix's husband.
"Ah-ha! Now you can't get away Potter!" Mr. Lestrange gleefully said.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, pointing at MacNair, who dodged and sent a Cruciatus Curse at Harry whom Lestrange pushed the wand away from Harry into the space.
"Hey!"
"We're not supposed to harm him until we get the Prophecy you idiot! Accio Pro--"
"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted again, sending at Lestrange whom this time got the curse full on. "Engorgio!" He sent another hex at MacNair who got minimal boils, but still very painful. Harry turned around again, and ran into another door and back out in the circular room again. The doors spun around him dizzily and slowed down.
"Augh, I need to get a way out of here damnit!" He tried one of the doors and found it locked. Frowning, thinking this must be the way out of the Department of Mysteries. He knew he had to hurry or the Death Eaters will catch up with him soon. 'Augh, I could at least use that knife about now!' Harry thought, remembering the knife Sirius gave two Christmas ago. "I really need to find the exit!" No sooner than he said the 'exit' word, the door spun open. "Ah-ha!" He ran out of the circular room, and recognized the corridor as it was on the day of his Hearing the previous summer. Running towards the lift, pressing the button madly and got on the elevator. He turned around in time to see Lucius and few others sending curses and hexes at Harry but the door shut in time. He pressed the floor that leads to get out of the Ministry. He even hoped that if there was ANY guards here at the Ministry right now.
Harry took this moment to calm down a little, but prepared himself for anything once he got out of there. He looked at the Prophecy in his hand again and examined a little, in awe of the beauty as soft blue light emitted from the Prophecy. He knew what entailed inside, but how would he activate it anyways..? Then he remembered the silvery figures when they came out of the orbs. All he had to do was smash it. The lift's door opened and saw that the Atrium was empty, and ran towards the place that would get him out of the there using the telephone place. After that, he wouldn't know how to get back to Hogwarts, or how to reach anyone for that matter. But Harry knew he had to get out of the Ministry as soon as possible. Harry soon heard foot steps running behind him.
'Shit! I'm out in the open!' Harry looked to his left and saw the Golden Statues in the pool of water and dove behind one of the statues as a curse flew pass him. 'I really could use some help right about now...' Harry thought, as he shouted a Petrify Hex at a Death Eater, who immediately froze and fell with a thud. More curses flew his way.
"Stupefy! Engorgio! Tarantalla! Incendio! Impedimenta!" Harry went into a frenzy of hexes and curses at the Death Eaters, some weren't lucky, others dodged them all and the battle continues to rage on. Harry started to feel a little worn out from shouting, and from where he was hiding. Which wasn't comfortable to say the least. His pants were trenched in water, the hiding position uncomfortable, and when he did attack the Death Eaters, he had risks of being hit. He couldn't afford to lose concentration right now. Then he heard a soft pop then a loud pop behind him. He pivoted around at his spot pointing at the Death Eater, which turned out to be Lucius.
"You're quite good at fighting Potter, now please give us the Prophecy! My patience's wearing thin."
"Never! Impedimenta!" Harry shouted the hex at Lucius and ran around him, to continue running at the telephone box, hoping to reach it unscathed, or at least survive. But then he heard another pop, and collided into someone. "Oof!"
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" a hissing voice said. Harry's skin went cold, even though he was sweating. "Potter, how nice to see you here," Harry took several steps away from the person. It was Voldemort, sneering at him. "Now hand over the Prophecy."
"Never!" Harry spat, his mind going into full drive, trying to think fast of what to do.
"Unwise," he hissed, "Accio Prophecy!" Harry lost the grip of the Prophecy and went to Voldemort's hand. Harry's mind reeled really fast and before he could even think, he yelled.
"Accio Prophecy!" Harry won back the orb into his left hand again. "Impedimenta! Reducto!" He pointed the last hex at the chandelier just above him which came down crashing on Voldemort who fell to the floor. With a very sickening thud, and Harry ran around him and finally reached the telephone box.
"GET HIM! DO NOT LET HIM GET AWAY!" Voldemort yelled at his servants who had been watching the little duel. Harry shut the door behind him.
"C'mon, c'mon, hurry up damnit! Oh no, what if they're..." Harry couldn't finish the sentence, if he did. Then it could come true. He didn't need that, and prayed that they're not at the top, waiting for him to get out of the Telephone box. What then? If they weren't, then where could he go? Where are the members from the Order? Didn't they say they were guarding Department of Mysteries? Had one of them been hexed, stuffed and hidden away or.. Or worse? He couldn't bear at the thought. He only hoped whoever was on duty would notice their disappearance. Harry looked at his watch, and it read 11 P.M. He was amazed at how much time had passed.
But Sirius and Remus, and Professor Snape would most definitely be worrying. Wouldn't they know that Harry had disappeared without a trace? Would Hermione know that he'd disappeared by the word 'no!'? If she didn't, then he wouldn't know what to do. It was hopeless, and he's good as caught once he step out of the box into Death Eater's hands again. He dreaded even more as the window panes were hit by the street lamps, and his vision crawled into view and he saw what he dreaded the most.
Lucius and Bellatrix stood there, smirking evilly as the Telephone Box finally stopped.
"That wasn't very nice of you to treat Dark Lord like that!" she spoke, snarling.
"Well, what am I suppose to do? Surrender? I don't think so," Harry vigilantly said. "Stupefy!" he cursed another hex at Lucius Malfoy who finally got hit by a hex and knocked out. "Now it's just the two of us!" he spat.
"Yes, very well," she chuckled. "Now hand over the Prophecy!"
"Never! And you killed one of my friends, how DARE you torture the Longbottom's family! I'll kill you!" Harry yelled, feeling enraged once more at the woman.
"Ha, ha, ha! Longbottom, why that family does have a tendency to do with the victims of Dark Ar--"
Harry couldn't take it anymore, and yelled, "Crucio!" Bellatrix fell to the floor, shrieking for two seconds and got back up. Her smirk wiped away from her face.
"How dare you! But indeed, was that your first time? Well Potter, you have to MEAN it! Ha, ha, ha! Pure angry, and hatred won't work for cruciatus curse. You want to have your victims to have pain, you need to enjoy it! Accio Prophe--"
"Impedimenta!" Harry yelled in pure hatred. How dare she make fun of Harry, for not wanting to enjoy pain? Well, he'll show her! "I'll prove that I do enjoy watching YOU in pain! Crucio!" Harry went another go at Cruciatus Curse at the woman, who now screamed in agony. Harry chuckled at the pain, but he didn't know how to take it off... as soon he thought that, the curse was taken off of her.
"Augh! How dare you! You are not Dark Lord! Ac--" Harry rammed into her, sending her down, and casting Petrificus Totalis on her and continued to run away. Harry couldn't believe it, he actually casted the Crucaitus Curse on her. Would he end up in Azkaban now? He couldn't bear at the thought of it. He really hoped that he would run into someone familiar. Heck, he hoped to run into the Minister of Magic, despite his hatred for the man. Harry slowed down as he walked into an alley way and leaned against the brick walls. Panting out of breath.
'Now what?'