A/N~ To answer a few questions:
~How many chapters is it going to be? I am approximating somewhere around thirty or thirty-five
~When am I going to post again? Well, I think this chappie can answer that question! I will try to post at least every one or two weeks...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Eighteen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was at that very moment that Ginny Weasley came strolling into the room from her dormitory. "Well, I'd love to help you, Harry!" Ginny told him, a wide grin across her face. "What do you mean?" Harry asked her. How did she know that he wanted her to help him with anything? Ginny just held up a pair of Extendable Ears and laughed. When Harry saw this, he began to laugh as well. He knew there was a reason he helped Fred and George to open their joke shop. "Well, sure, I guess you can help us," Harry told her, smiling. Now all they had to do was to get at least one more person to help them out, like Neville.
The four kids all went off to the Great Hall, discussing some of the details of the plan. In particular, they were discussing why Bellatrix Lestrange could not use the spell successfully. Harry thought he knew why, however. Dumbledore had told him about a force contained in a room in the Department of Mysteries that Voldemort hated, and that Harry had large amounts of. He didn't know what that force was, but he did know that it had something to do with the veil, and using that spell. He decided not to tell the others however. He didn't know why he didn't want to tell the others, but there was something he felt that told him not to tell them.
After dinner was over, he snuck off to the library. He wanted to find out what that force was. He began looking for information about the Department of Mysteries, and about all forces in nature that Voldemort could possibly detest. He began thinking it was something about 'love', but that would be too simple. It couldn't be that, it had to be something else. He stayed up late that night, researching in the library. But he did not find anything that would help him. Everywhere he looked, they avoided mentioning the force that was contained within that room. He didn't know how he would ever find out what it was.
The weekend went by quickly, as did the next couple of weeks, and before Harry knew it, the month had turned to November. The Halloween feast was like it normally was. The Great Hall was decorated magnificently, and the food was better than normal. There was also a lot more food than normal. But Harry was sitting in the common room on this November day, looking through his trunk. He pulled out his two-way mirror. "Sirius!" he said into the mirror. Nobody else was in the common room, they were all at lunch. Moments later, Sirius' face appeared, a ghostly shade of white was now the color of that familiar face. It was not smiling like normal, but instead it looked very horrible. "Yes, Harry, what do you need?" Sirius asked him. "Well, I was just wondering how you were making out in there," Harry told him. "I'm fine, Harry. Just promise me you won't come here!" Sirius exclaimed. "You don't look fine! You look like you're about to die!" Harry told him. "Harry, I told you before, you don't need to be trying to help me! Remember what happened the last time you tried to help me? I wasn't even in trouble then!" Sirius replied. "But this time you are in trouble!" Harry told him. He was getting very angry at his godfather. Sirius' face disappeared once more. He knew that he didn't have much time to go save his godfather.
At that moment, Neville Longbottom walked into the common room. "Neville! Come here, I need to talk to you!" Harry shouted. Neville walked over to where Harry was sitting, and took a seat next to him. "What's up?" Neville asked. "You know how my godfather fell behind that veil in he Department of Mysteries last year?" Harry asked him. "Yes, I saw what happened," Nevilled replied. "Well, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I are going to go help him out of there, and we wanted to know if you would be willing to help," Harry told him. "Of course! I'd be glad to help ya out, Harry!" Neville told him, "When are we going?" "Well, I was thinking we could go tomorrow," Harry replied.
"Tomorrow?! Are you crazy? We can't go tomorrow!" Neville said. "Why not? Tomorrow is Saturday, and mostly everybody will be going to Hogsmeade, so it would be the perfect time to go to the Ministry!" Harry replied. Just then, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny walked in, all laughing about something that must have been quite hilarious. "Guys, come here," Harry told them, waving them over to where he and Neville were standing. "I was thinking about going to the Ministry tomorrow," Harry told them, not staring anyone in the face. "Well, if it means saving Sirius, I guess so," Ron replied, smiling. "Sure, I see no harm," Ginny agreed. "Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? Are you sure you want to do this Harry?" Hermione said, her voice trembling as she spoke. "You're not backing down on me now, are you Hermione?" Harry asked her. "No, I'm not backing down. If you're in, I'm in. I'm just not sure about the whole tomorrow thing. We haven't really had much time to think of a plan," Hermione told him. "We'll be fine, Hermione. I just need to know, are you in or out?" Harry asked her again. "I'm in," she finally gave in. "Great! It's settled. We're going tomorrow!" Harry said, his face lighting up. He was finally going to save his godfather.
The day went by very slowly for Harry. He could not wait until the next day. But he had a weird feeling that something was going to happen. He didn't care though. He just wanted to help Sirius. He would do anything for Sirius. He could not sleep that night. He kept waking up after having dreams of the veil. He saw himself, laughing as he pointed his wand at someone. He couldn't make out who it was. Then he saw Neville. He was also pointing his wand at the same person. He saw Sirius behind him, telling him to stop, and he saw another person near the person he was pointing the wand at. It was Voldemort. He was laughing. He knew the person he was pointing his wand at must've been a death eater. He didn't know who it was though. Obviously Voldemort must not of cared about him very much, as he was about to let Harry and Neville both do something bad to the person.
The next morning, Harry got out of his bed, and he saw Neville sitting up on his bed, sweating like a pig. "What's wrong Neville?" Harry asked. "Well, I had this horrible dream that I...I...k-k-k-illed somebody. It was terrible Harry!" Neville told him. He sounded horrible, and his face was white as a ghost. "Calm down, Neville," Ron said, sitting up in his bed, "There's nothing to worry about." Ron got out of his bed, and started to change. Harry did so as well, and Neville quickly followed their lead, getting dressed as well. They all headed down to breakfast together, Ginny joining them when they emerged from their dormitory. "Hey Ginny!" Harry said, smiling. "Oh, hey Harry!" she replied. They entered the Great Hall together. Not many people were in there already, but Hermione was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet. "Harry! This says that death eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic yesterday! But they didn't get away. They were caught on their way to the Department of Mysteries!" Hermione told them. "What?" Harry replied, in a state of disbelief. He took the newspaper, and sure enough, there in bold letters were the words "Death Eaters Caught in the Ministry of Magic Building!" He was shocked at this news, but was glad they were caught. There was no telling what they could have been after.
"It's going to be a lot harder to get in there now. The security will be on red alert after that break-in," Hermione told Harry, looking very nervous. "It'll be alright Hermione. We'll definitely be under the invisibility cloak, so nobody will see us except someone with a magical eye like Moody's," Harry replied, not feeling nervous at all. He had to go save his godfather. "So, how soon are we leaving?" Neville asked them. "Well, right after breakfast, I guess," Harry answered. They continued to eat breakfast. Harry ate a lot more than usual. He needed energy that day so that he could fight someone if necessary. He had a weird feeling that something bad would happen, but that wasn't going to stop him from helping Sirius.
They went back to the common room after breakfast, and got a few things together. They all got dressed in their robes with their wands in their pockets. "Hold on, how are we getting there?" Hermione asked. "Well, I'm going to be in my animagus form, and the rest of you can use broomsticks to get there," Harry told them, grabbing his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. They checked to make sure they had everything before heading out of the common room and going through the portrait hole. They went out of the school, and out to the school grounds.
As soon as Harry made sure nobody was watching him, he transformed into his phoenix shape, and took off into the air. The rest followed, going high so nobody could see them. Harry led the way, across the school grounds, across the Forbidden Forest, and then across the town of Hogsmeade. At last they reached the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, and they got off their broomsticks in an alley nearby. They grabbed their broomsticks, and Harry transformed back. They headed out of the alleyway, and got ready to go save Sirius.
Harry and the rest of the group crammed their way into an old telephone booth, where Harry picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers 6-2-4-4-2. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." the phone said. "Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. We're here to save an old friend," Harry spoke into the phone. Five badges slipped out of the phone. One of them read:
HARRY POTTER
Rescue Mission
They took their badges, and headed down through the elevator. They were taken to the main entrance, now under the invisibility cloak. They snuck past a few security guards and entered the main elevator. They pushed the button for the very last floor, where the Department of Mysteries was located. They reached the last floor, and followed the hallway to the end. They heard someone walk into one of the other rooms in that corridor and stood dead still to avoid making any sound.
The group entered the door to the Department of Mysteries. They were in the revolving room, and they tried a few doors to see which would work. "Alohomora!" Hermione shouted, unlocking one of the doors. It still would not open. "Oh well, it's not that one," she said, laughing slightly. Harry knew which door it was. He opened the door, and automatically dropped to the floor in pain. His scar was burning very badly.
An excruciating pain was pulsating through every last inch of his body. He could not move. It was as if he was frozen in that same position. "Harry, are you okay" Hermione asked him. But he did not reply. He couldn't hear her say anything. All he could hear was a cold laugh coming from just a few feet ahead. "No," he muttered to himself through the pain. "That's right Harry. Get up, you can do this!" a voice in his head said to him. He had only heard that voice in dreams, and when the dementors came. It was his father's. "I will do this," he told himself. He got up from where he was lying moments before, and grasped his wand firmly. He shut the door behind him and locked it, so the others could not interfere. "I knew you would try to save him again. You always would," Voldemort said to him. "Where are you? Show yourself! Fight like a man!" Harry yelled. At this, he was thrusted upwards, and slammed against the far wall. "I thought we'd have a little chat first," the cold voice said, letting Harry down to the floor again, "So, let's see, do you know what is in the prophecy?" "No clue," Harry lied. "Liar!" exclaimed Voldemort, slamming him once more into the wall, "Tell me now!"
"I will never tell you anything!" Harry said. "Fine, we'll do it your way," Voldemort's cold voice replied, echoing through the room. Harry fell to the ground. "Harry! Don't let him control your mind like this! Fight back. Remember, your wands can't work against each other. This is just a battle of the minds!" his father's voice came back to him. Harry tried not to concentrate on anything as he put up his mental barrier. Now Voldemort could not read his mind. "Do you want to know what's in the prophecy?" Harry asked him. "It's too late Potter. I already know. Remember, I am inside your mind," Voldemort said, his face a little saddened. Harry knew why. He had just been thinking about something that was a lie. He had been thinking so hard about the prophecy saying that he would defeat Voldemort. That's what Voldemort thought. But Harry had fed him bad information. Voldemort was losing at his own game.
"Crucio!" Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry. Harry fell to the ground in pain, but then he heard the door open. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were all standing there, their wands raised high in the air, pointing straight at Voldemort. "So, you came to help your dear little friend Harry?" Voldemort asked, still holding the curse on Harry. Ron started to run at Voldemort, but Hermione grabbed his arm. Voldemort laughed at the sight, his cold, shrill laugh echoing through the darkness of the room. He lifted the curse, and turned to Ron, who was still being held by Hermione. Harry saw something interesting though. He saw the veil at the end of the room. It was emitting a glow, and a voice was coming from behind it. "Harry! Come quick! This is your chance!" the voice was saying. It was Sirius.
Apparently nobody else could hear it, so Harry ran off towards the veil in hopes of saving Sirius. Voldemort looked on as Harry ran towards the veil. There was no stopping him. "Undorido Dethegath!" Harry yelled at the veil. Nothing happened. He concentrated more, not thinking about what Voldemort was planning to do. "Undorido Dethegath!" he yelled once more, pointing his wand at the veil. He watched as silver mist erupted from the end of his wand, turning into the stag. It went through the veil and emerged moments later, carrying the body of Sirius Black. "Sirius!" exclaimed Harry, "We have to get out of here!"
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A/N~ I want more reviews before I post more!!
~How many chapters is it going to be? I am approximating somewhere around thirty or thirty-five
~When am I going to post again? Well, I think this chappie can answer that question! I will try to post at least every one or two weeks...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Eighteen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was at that very moment that Ginny Weasley came strolling into the room from her dormitory. "Well, I'd love to help you, Harry!" Ginny told him, a wide grin across her face. "What do you mean?" Harry asked her. How did she know that he wanted her to help him with anything? Ginny just held up a pair of Extendable Ears and laughed. When Harry saw this, he began to laugh as well. He knew there was a reason he helped Fred and George to open their joke shop. "Well, sure, I guess you can help us," Harry told her, smiling. Now all they had to do was to get at least one more person to help them out, like Neville.
The four kids all went off to the Great Hall, discussing some of the details of the plan. In particular, they were discussing why Bellatrix Lestrange could not use the spell successfully. Harry thought he knew why, however. Dumbledore had told him about a force contained in a room in the Department of Mysteries that Voldemort hated, and that Harry had large amounts of. He didn't know what that force was, but he did know that it had something to do with the veil, and using that spell. He decided not to tell the others however. He didn't know why he didn't want to tell the others, but there was something he felt that told him not to tell them.
After dinner was over, he snuck off to the library. He wanted to find out what that force was. He began looking for information about the Department of Mysteries, and about all forces in nature that Voldemort could possibly detest. He began thinking it was something about 'love', but that would be too simple. It couldn't be that, it had to be something else. He stayed up late that night, researching in the library. But he did not find anything that would help him. Everywhere he looked, they avoided mentioning the force that was contained within that room. He didn't know how he would ever find out what it was.
The weekend went by quickly, as did the next couple of weeks, and before Harry knew it, the month had turned to November. The Halloween feast was like it normally was. The Great Hall was decorated magnificently, and the food was better than normal. There was also a lot more food than normal. But Harry was sitting in the common room on this November day, looking through his trunk. He pulled out his two-way mirror. "Sirius!" he said into the mirror. Nobody else was in the common room, they were all at lunch. Moments later, Sirius' face appeared, a ghostly shade of white was now the color of that familiar face. It was not smiling like normal, but instead it looked very horrible. "Yes, Harry, what do you need?" Sirius asked him. "Well, I was just wondering how you were making out in there," Harry told him. "I'm fine, Harry. Just promise me you won't come here!" Sirius exclaimed. "You don't look fine! You look like you're about to die!" Harry told him. "Harry, I told you before, you don't need to be trying to help me! Remember what happened the last time you tried to help me? I wasn't even in trouble then!" Sirius replied. "But this time you are in trouble!" Harry told him. He was getting very angry at his godfather. Sirius' face disappeared once more. He knew that he didn't have much time to go save his godfather.
At that moment, Neville Longbottom walked into the common room. "Neville! Come here, I need to talk to you!" Harry shouted. Neville walked over to where Harry was sitting, and took a seat next to him. "What's up?" Neville asked. "You know how my godfather fell behind that veil in he Department of Mysteries last year?" Harry asked him. "Yes, I saw what happened," Nevilled replied. "Well, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I are going to go help him out of there, and we wanted to know if you would be willing to help," Harry told him. "Of course! I'd be glad to help ya out, Harry!" Neville told him, "When are we going?" "Well, I was thinking we could go tomorrow," Harry replied.
"Tomorrow?! Are you crazy? We can't go tomorrow!" Neville said. "Why not? Tomorrow is Saturday, and mostly everybody will be going to Hogsmeade, so it would be the perfect time to go to the Ministry!" Harry replied. Just then, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny walked in, all laughing about something that must have been quite hilarious. "Guys, come here," Harry told them, waving them over to where he and Neville were standing. "I was thinking about going to the Ministry tomorrow," Harry told them, not staring anyone in the face. "Well, if it means saving Sirius, I guess so," Ron replied, smiling. "Sure, I see no harm," Ginny agreed. "Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? Are you sure you want to do this Harry?" Hermione said, her voice trembling as she spoke. "You're not backing down on me now, are you Hermione?" Harry asked her. "No, I'm not backing down. If you're in, I'm in. I'm just not sure about the whole tomorrow thing. We haven't really had much time to think of a plan," Hermione told him. "We'll be fine, Hermione. I just need to know, are you in or out?" Harry asked her again. "I'm in," she finally gave in. "Great! It's settled. We're going tomorrow!" Harry said, his face lighting up. He was finally going to save his godfather.
The day went by very slowly for Harry. He could not wait until the next day. But he had a weird feeling that something was going to happen. He didn't care though. He just wanted to help Sirius. He would do anything for Sirius. He could not sleep that night. He kept waking up after having dreams of the veil. He saw himself, laughing as he pointed his wand at someone. He couldn't make out who it was. Then he saw Neville. He was also pointing his wand at the same person. He saw Sirius behind him, telling him to stop, and he saw another person near the person he was pointing the wand at. It was Voldemort. He was laughing. He knew the person he was pointing his wand at must've been a death eater. He didn't know who it was though. Obviously Voldemort must not of cared about him very much, as he was about to let Harry and Neville both do something bad to the person.
The next morning, Harry got out of his bed, and he saw Neville sitting up on his bed, sweating like a pig. "What's wrong Neville?" Harry asked. "Well, I had this horrible dream that I...I...k-k-k-illed somebody. It was terrible Harry!" Neville told him. He sounded horrible, and his face was white as a ghost. "Calm down, Neville," Ron said, sitting up in his bed, "There's nothing to worry about." Ron got out of his bed, and started to change. Harry did so as well, and Neville quickly followed their lead, getting dressed as well. They all headed down to breakfast together, Ginny joining them when they emerged from their dormitory. "Hey Ginny!" Harry said, smiling. "Oh, hey Harry!" she replied. They entered the Great Hall together. Not many people were in there already, but Hermione was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet. "Harry! This says that death eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic yesterday! But they didn't get away. They were caught on their way to the Department of Mysteries!" Hermione told them. "What?" Harry replied, in a state of disbelief. He took the newspaper, and sure enough, there in bold letters were the words "Death Eaters Caught in the Ministry of Magic Building!" He was shocked at this news, but was glad they were caught. There was no telling what they could have been after.
"It's going to be a lot harder to get in there now. The security will be on red alert after that break-in," Hermione told Harry, looking very nervous. "It'll be alright Hermione. We'll definitely be under the invisibility cloak, so nobody will see us except someone with a magical eye like Moody's," Harry replied, not feeling nervous at all. He had to go save his godfather. "So, how soon are we leaving?" Neville asked them. "Well, right after breakfast, I guess," Harry answered. They continued to eat breakfast. Harry ate a lot more than usual. He needed energy that day so that he could fight someone if necessary. He had a weird feeling that something bad would happen, but that wasn't going to stop him from helping Sirius.
They went back to the common room after breakfast, and got a few things together. They all got dressed in their robes with their wands in their pockets. "Hold on, how are we getting there?" Hermione asked. "Well, I'm going to be in my animagus form, and the rest of you can use broomsticks to get there," Harry told them, grabbing his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. They checked to make sure they had everything before heading out of the common room and going through the portrait hole. They went out of the school, and out to the school grounds.
As soon as Harry made sure nobody was watching him, he transformed into his phoenix shape, and took off into the air. The rest followed, going high so nobody could see them. Harry led the way, across the school grounds, across the Forbidden Forest, and then across the town of Hogsmeade. At last they reached the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, and they got off their broomsticks in an alley nearby. They grabbed their broomsticks, and Harry transformed back. They headed out of the alleyway, and got ready to go save Sirius.
Harry and the rest of the group crammed their way into an old telephone booth, where Harry picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers 6-2-4-4-2. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." the phone said. "Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. We're here to save an old friend," Harry spoke into the phone. Five badges slipped out of the phone. One of them read:
HARRY POTTER
Rescue Mission
They took their badges, and headed down through the elevator. They were taken to the main entrance, now under the invisibility cloak. They snuck past a few security guards and entered the main elevator. They pushed the button for the very last floor, where the Department of Mysteries was located. They reached the last floor, and followed the hallway to the end. They heard someone walk into one of the other rooms in that corridor and stood dead still to avoid making any sound.
The group entered the door to the Department of Mysteries. They were in the revolving room, and they tried a few doors to see which would work. "Alohomora!" Hermione shouted, unlocking one of the doors. It still would not open. "Oh well, it's not that one," she said, laughing slightly. Harry knew which door it was. He opened the door, and automatically dropped to the floor in pain. His scar was burning very badly.
An excruciating pain was pulsating through every last inch of his body. He could not move. It was as if he was frozen in that same position. "Harry, are you okay" Hermione asked him. But he did not reply. He couldn't hear her say anything. All he could hear was a cold laugh coming from just a few feet ahead. "No," he muttered to himself through the pain. "That's right Harry. Get up, you can do this!" a voice in his head said to him. He had only heard that voice in dreams, and when the dementors came. It was his father's. "I will do this," he told himself. He got up from where he was lying moments before, and grasped his wand firmly. He shut the door behind him and locked it, so the others could not interfere. "I knew you would try to save him again. You always would," Voldemort said to him. "Where are you? Show yourself! Fight like a man!" Harry yelled. At this, he was thrusted upwards, and slammed against the far wall. "I thought we'd have a little chat first," the cold voice said, letting Harry down to the floor again, "So, let's see, do you know what is in the prophecy?" "No clue," Harry lied. "Liar!" exclaimed Voldemort, slamming him once more into the wall, "Tell me now!"
"I will never tell you anything!" Harry said. "Fine, we'll do it your way," Voldemort's cold voice replied, echoing through the room. Harry fell to the ground. "Harry! Don't let him control your mind like this! Fight back. Remember, your wands can't work against each other. This is just a battle of the minds!" his father's voice came back to him. Harry tried not to concentrate on anything as he put up his mental barrier. Now Voldemort could not read his mind. "Do you want to know what's in the prophecy?" Harry asked him. "It's too late Potter. I already know. Remember, I am inside your mind," Voldemort said, his face a little saddened. Harry knew why. He had just been thinking about something that was a lie. He had been thinking so hard about the prophecy saying that he would defeat Voldemort. That's what Voldemort thought. But Harry had fed him bad information. Voldemort was losing at his own game.
"Crucio!" Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry. Harry fell to the ground in pain, but then he heard the door open. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were all standing there, their wands raised high in the air, pointing straight at Voldemort. "So, you came to help your dear little friend Harry?" Voldemort asked, still holding the curse on Harry. Ron started to run at Voldemort, but Hermione grabbed his arm. Voldemort laughed at the sight, his cold, shrill laugh echoing through the darkness of the room. He lifted the curse, and turned to Ron, who was still being held by Hermione. Harry saw something interesting though. He saw the veil at the end of the room. It was emitting a glow, and a voice was coming from behind it. "Harry! Come quick! This is your chance!" the voice was saying. It was Sirius.
Apparently nobody else could hear it, so Harry ran off towards the veil in hopes of saving Sirius. Voldemort looked on as Harry ran towards the veil. There was no stopping him. "Undorido Dethegath!" Harry yelled at the veil. Nothing happened. He concentrated more, not thinking about what Voldemort was planning to do. "Undorido Dethegath!" he yelled once more, pointing his wand at the veil. He watched as silver mist erupted from the end of his wand, turning into the stag. It went through the veil and emerged moments later, carrying the body of Sirius Black. "Sirius!" exclaimed Harry, "We have to get out of here!"
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A/N~ I want more reviews before I post more!!