centerbBounce & Fall/b/center

centerimg MsoNormal>Harry swallowed hard as he sped round and round through the chimney's passageway. Hogwarts was very far away, and he had never actually traveled by floo powder to Hogwarts. Still, he wasn't nervous. He had killed Lucius Malfoy. That meant that now, he was strong enough to kill anyone that came though his way. And then suddenly, he felt as if he had been turned over. He looked up, and saw that he had just bounced against Dumbledore's chimney.

Harry reached out for it but he was speeding backwards, heading to who-knew-where. His heart sped. He could end up in Knockturn Alley, but Hagrid would defiantly not be there to save his skin once again. Harry closed his eyes, waiting to stop, when he finally fell onto the floor with a large thud.

He stood up, dusted himself quickly; and stared into the room from behind is glasses. He was undoubtedly in the Ministers Office, in which he had been last year after some trouble at Hogwarts. Although he didn't expect anyone to be there at that time of night, he did, and to his horror, it wasn't only the Minister. Severus Snape stood in front of him, staring at him in a disgusted manor. Mackenzie Delacroixe, the new Minister, looked at Harry from behind Snape with utter bewilderment.

"Mr. Potter, may I inquire as to why do we owe your presence today, at this time of night?" Snape hissed at him, his eyes narrowed. Harry stood up to full length and looked at Snape dangerously. "I didn't mean to come here at all. I tried to go to Dumbledore's Office but..." He was cut down harshly by Snape who continued his phrase, "It bounced you back. Yes Potter. Dumbledore is unable to anyone, including me. Its because of the same reason that we sent you here when we heard that you were heading that way. I am speaking with Mr. Delacroixe here to send someone to pick up Malfoy's body as quick as possible."

The Minister still stood silent behind Snape, but the walked forward. "We saw all what happened Mr. Potter. Now don't you worry, you won't be punished at all, after all it wasn't your fault," he said with a faint grin. Harry smirked, and searched his pocket for his wand. He looked at it, and gasped slightly. The tip had been cut off, and now dangled loosely from a side. Snape noticed that, and chuckled. Delacroixe looked at Harry's wand too and raised his eyebrows.

"We'll, I believe, Harry, that you will not be able to leave the ministry. I shall send and auror to escort you to Diagon Alley to fix your wand. As for today, you shall sleep here at the Ministry. I shall inform Arthur immediately about what is happening," He said quickly. Harry nodded, still, disapproving Mackenzie's idea. He turned to Snape harshly and said, in an inquisitive yet mature manner, "What do YOU mean with "Dumbledore's unable to anyone'? Isn't he supposed to always know what's happening to me?"

Snape sniggered. "That is none of your business Potter. The headmaster told me not to tell you anything until you were to get onto the Hogwarts Express," He said, his eyes still narrowed. "Ah, we'll, Delacroixe, I shall be departing now, farewell." And so, Snape waked out the door, and blasted it shut leaving Harry and the minister alone.

Delacroixe smiled widely at Harry. "Now, Harry, follow me," He said as he went out the door. Harry followed obediently and looked around. Most of the lights in this floor had been shut down, and very few candles were lit. "Now, Now Harry, follow me...quickly," Mackenzie's voice was heard from next to the elevator and Harry strolled towards the Minister. As they entered the elevator, Mackenzie pointed at the 7th floor button, and the door closed. The elevator sped upward quite slowly.

"So, Harry, do you have any acquaintance from the Auror Department that you would like to be your companion tomorrow?" The minister asked nudging him slightly. Harry looked at him bewildered. "Er...Is Nymphadora Tonks still working here?" He asked feeling quite stupid. Delacroixe jumped then nodded. The elevator stopped and Harry walked out into what seemed a huge circular room with a huge ladder in the center. He looked up and saw that the staircase moved up for about 2 miles. Mackenzie smiled at him.

"This is the Ministry rest center. Everyone who has a connection with the Ministry has a room in which he/she can sleep when they can't get back home on time. You room shall be labeled with your name in the letter P. Just go up and find your name, say it to the operator, and, have a pleasant night. I shall be sending someone to wake you up at nine thirty. Night," The minister said, and then closed the elevator door. Harry looked up, his hair tangled in his glasses. He stared at the staircase, and then began to climb slowly. Why was everyone so nice to him after he had just killed someone? What was Snape hiding? Harry couldn't get rid of those unpleasant doubts until he finally reached the door labeled "Potter, Harry". As he stopped, the staircase divided in two, and the floor of the ladder in which he was standing expanded until it reached the door.

Harry walked slowly towards the door and looked down. He was very high, and all he could see was the staircase and the millions of doors that were on the circular walls. As Harry reached for the doorknob, a cool woman's voice appeared which made Harry look around. "Identification?" The voice asked. Harry looked around and said, "Er...Harry Potter." The voice quickly spoke again, this time more briskly. "Matching voice patterns............Access Granted. Welcome Mr. Potter." Harry opened the door and walked inside.

The room was enormous. The living room was decorated with many couches, stained glass in the windows, lamps, and skin mattresses. Harry's eyes fluttered open. He walked around and looked at a door on the left, which had a golden plate on the top. It read:

iHarry Potter. Ministry Visitor/i

Harry looked down at the doorknob and slowly turned it. He looked inside, and gasped. A large closet was placed to a side, and his trunk lay next to the bed, which had cozy red bed sheets. On the other side of the bed, there was a wide variety of magazines, and through the window you could see the Tour Eiffel. Harry jumped onto his bed and buried himself under the bed sheets. He instantly fell asleep after a long night of troubles.

That night, Harry had a nightmare. Lord Voldemort was in front of him, smiling wickedly and burying his wand into Harry's chest. Then he yelled, "Either must die at the hand of the other...that would be you! Avada Kevadra!" The spell crashed and sank into his skin. He felt an enormous pain in his stomach and then fell. Everything went Dark, and the last thing he saw, was Voldemort's face staring at him.

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