"I told you not to come after me! And look what happened when you didn't listen to me! Voldemort is here, and ready to kill you!" exclaimed Sirius, a look of extreme worry on his face. He lifted his torn shirt sleeve to reveal a mark on his arm. It was a phoenix. He pushed hard on it with his thumb. "What are you doing?" Harry asked. "I'm signalling the Order. They'll be here any minute," Sirius replied. "Well, well, Mr. Potter, do you like the decorations?" he heard a cold voice say from behind him. He turned around and saw Voldemort laughing, while pointing at four bodies hanging from the ceiling by their legs. "Oh no! Look what happened to my friends!" he thought to himself. He had to do something. He was tired of watching people be torn away from him because of who he was.

"Let them go, and you can have me," Harry told him. "Oh really? Are you really giving up that easily Potter? I don't think you will," Voldemort replied in a cool drawling voice. "I'm being serious," Harry said. The bodies of his friends were let down easily. He couldn't believe what he was doing. "Harry! Don't do it!" he heard Hermione yell. Harry raised his wand, ready to do something, but Voldemort just called out, "Expelliarmus!" and Harry was left helplessly standing there. "Hahahahaha...You thought you could trick me, did you Potter? Well, I'm not really that stupid," Voldemort said. "Ah, I think so. Infragilis Contego!" Harry yelled, sticking his arm out and bending his wrist upward. He had done it. The wandless magic he had read about was working! The same spell he had learned with his wand was taking effect now, guarding Harry from danger. "What?! You can't do that!" Voldemort yelled, very angry.

He turned to Harry's friends, and got ready to do something, when Harry heard Sirius speak. "Crucio!" Sirius yelled, pointing his old battered wand at Voldemort. Voldemort fell to the ground at once, in great pain. Harry never knew Sirius was that powerful. He saw some Order members walk into the room, and watched as Dumbledore strode in after them. Harry took off the shield, and walked over to Lupin, who was his rightful guardian. "How are you feeling, Harry?" Lupin asked him. "I'm doin' alright, I guess," Harry replied. He watched as Dumbledore put a spell on Voldemort so he could not apparate or escape, and watched as he was taken away by many Order members. Sirius stood up, and walked over to Lupin. "Padfoot!" Lupin said, grabbing Sirius into a big hug. "I always knew there was something strange about you, Moony," Sirius said, laughing. "Ah, the same ol' Padfoot," Lupin said, breaking away from the hug.

Dumbledore walked over to where Harry was standing, the other kids quickly appearing around him. "Well done, Harry," Dumbledore told him, "Well done." "Thanks professor," Harry replied. "Now kids, I want you to get back to the school. Here take this," Dumbledore told them, handing them a little rubber ball that was in his pocket. "Portus," he said, pointing his wand at it. They kids all gathered around. "1....2....3...." Dumbledore counted, and the kids were gone in a whirl. They landed with a smash on the ground of the Entrance Hall, and got up. "Harry! That was great!" Ron said, giving him a good smack on the back. "Yes Harry, it was! And I'm ever so glad you're okay!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing him into a big hug. Seconds later, Ginny was also hugging him. "I'm so glad nothing happened Harry!" Ginny told him. "And I'm glad nothing happened to you guys," Harry told them all. "Nice job Harry," Neville said, patting him on the back.

Moments later, Dumbledore arrived along with Lupin, who was helping to support Sirius. The three adults walked through the doors of the castle, and Harry ran at them, giving Lupin and Sirius a big hug. "It's nice to see you again, Harry!" Sirius told him, "I thought you'd never come!" "What? I thought you didn't want me to!?" Harry replied, sounding slightly confused. "Well, I knew it wouldn't stop you. I just wanted to sound like I was worried about you coming. I knew you could handle Voldemort!" Sirius told him, shaking his shaggy hair out of his eyes. Arthur and Molly Weasley came walked towards them from behind the gargoyles which guarded Dumbledore's office. "Oh, Ron, we're so glad you're alright!" Molly said, grabbing her son. "Harry! I heard what you did! That was mighty brave!" Mr. Weasley said, shaking Harry's hand. "Sirius! Nice to see you again!" Arthur greeted his old friend, shaking his hand vigorously. "Oh, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, grabbing him into a giant hug. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said to her, smiling. She was like a mother to him. "Well, if you would all follow me, I think we need to have a little chat," Dumbledore said, pointing towards the entrance to his office.

Entering the office, Harry noticed that several paintings were in discussion, talking about the rise of Voldemort. "Please take a seat," Dumbledore said, making several chairs appear out of thin air. They were one short. Harry did not have a seat. "Where's mine?" Harry asked. "Oh, well I thought you could make your own," Dumbledore told him, winking at him and laughing. "Creo Insumo," Harry said, thinking real hard about a nice comfy chair. What appeared was a cushioned leather chair on wheels. He sat down, and got several jealous glances at his chair. Harry smirked, and looked back at Dumbledore, who was now sitting behind his desk, using his wand to pluck several silver strands of hair, which Harry knew were memories, and he put them in his pensieve which Harry had seen him retrieve as they entered the room. "Now, I wish for you, Harry, to tell me all of the details of tonight's events," Dumbledore told him.

"Well, first, me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville all flew to the Ministry of Magic. They were all on brooms, I was in my phoenix shape. We got our badges, and were taken to the main lobby of the Ministry of Magic building. We managed to sneak past the security under my father's invisibility cloak. When we entered the spinning room of the Department of Mysteries, Hermione tried a door. It would not open, so she tried Alohomora, but that did not work. I knew that wasn't the door however, and I opened the one which I had the feeling was right. It turns out it was the right door, although now for certain reasons, I do wish I had not opened it. Voldemort," Harry began, the Weasleys gasping at the use of his name, "was waiting behind the door for me. He got in my mind, and now he thinks he knows the prophecy. But I was thinking a lie. He had no idea the information he got from my mind was false. He lost at his own mind game. He put me under the Cruciatus Curse, but let it go when Ron tried to stop him."

"Ron! Oh, you could've gotten killed!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "Please Mrs. Weasley, I need to hear the rest of the story," Dumbledore told her. "Oh, yes Professor Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley returned very politely. "Well, that's when I snuck off to get Sirius out. Voldemort had hung all of my friends by their feet from the ceiling, but they were let go. Basically all that happened after that was that the Order members showed up, and you know what happened then," Harry told Dumbledore. "Yes, but how did you save Sirius?" Dumbledore asked very curiously. "Well, I used a spell. Undorido Dethegath. A stag erupted from my wand, went behind the veil, and emerged moments later carrying Sirius," Harry told them. "Thank you Harry. Now, Sirius, can you please explain to me what is behind the veil?" Dumbledore said, turning his attention to Sirius. Harry saw that Dumbledore had been writing things down on a piece of parchment. "Well Albus, it's as if I was in heaven," Sirius told him, very relaxed and laid back.

"Explain yourself," Dumbledore told Sirius, quite confused. "Well Albus, when I went through the veil, my body went into a sort of shock. I could not breathe, because there was no oxygen in the air, so I quickly used a charm that would supply my lungs with oxygen. Once I could breathe normal, I still could not see very well, as my vision was very blurry. After a little bit of time behind the veil, my vision became better, and I could see where I was. I was among the dead. I could see ghosts of many people, magical folk, and muggles. I even saw Lily and James. They looked so happy. I tried to wave to them, and talk to some of the ghosts, but it was as if they could not see me. My body was slowly becoming very weak, and I knew that I would soon be dead. But one thought kept my mind and body fighting against the, I guess you could say, virus which was in the air. It was infecting my body, slowly deteriorating my muscles. The thought that kept me alive was the thought of seeing my godson again. Harry was very lucky that he could save me before I died," Sirius explained.

"Well, Sirius, I thank you for sharing with me your experience. Now, would you care to tell me if you saw any death eaters behind there?" Dumbledore asked Sirius. "Well Albus, it just so happens that I saw a number of them, including Barty Crouch Jr. You know, the one that was killed the night I escaped the Ministry," Sirius told him. "Ah, just as I suspected. Voldemort was trying to get some of his elite members back," Dumbledore said quietly, more to himself than the others. "Molly, why don't you escort the children and Sirius to Poppy in the hospital wing. I suspect they'll need a little patching up before doing any strenuous activities, like quidditch perhaps," Dumbledore said, winking at Harry. Harry thought about their quidditch game, which was just one month away, on December 8th. He would need to practice with the team very hard these next couple of weeks if he wanted to win.

Molly helped them all to the hospital wing, Harry walking side by side with Sirius, who was limping, his right leg looking like it was broke. "Glad to have you back Sirius," Harry said to his godfather, smiling up at him. "And I'm glad to see you again Harry," Sirius said, smiling back at him. Sirius reached over and ruffled up Harry's hair a little bit. "Ah, you're looking more and more like James everyday," Sirius said, laughing. "Yeah, I get that a lot," Harry replied, laughing as well. Madame Pomfrey rushed to Harry's side and helped him into a bed as they entered the hospital wing. She followed by helping the other kids before making sure Sirius was safely in his own hospital bed at the end of the wing. Harry was separated from him by quite a distance, as he was on the total opposite end from Sirius.

"Now Harry, I'm going to need to give you a few different potions," Madame Pomfrey told him, looking extremely worried. "This one is for your suffering during the Cruciatus Curse," she told him. "How did you know I was put under the Cruciatus Curse?" Harry asked her. "Well Harry, I am a registered nurse. I can tell what is going on inside your body from your symptoms," Madame Pomfrey replied, shooting a glance at him like she thought Harry thought she was stupid. "Oh," Harry replied, at a complete loss of words. "So, drink this cup," she said, handing Harry a small cup with about an ounce of liquid in it. It was a creamy yellow color, and it was very thick. "I'm supposed to do what with this stuff?" Harry asked her, a look of disgust on his face. "You'll drink it Mr. Potter if you know what's best for you," she said, shooting him a stern look. He did as he was commanded, and immediately wished he hadn't. The medicine was very horrible tasting. It was very slow going down his throat, and it was very cold. It seemed to freeze his throat as it slid down. "Yuck!" he thought to himself, "I can't believe she's making me drink this!"

As it slid down his throat, he choked a little bit before it finally went down. "Okay, Mr. Potter. This last one is to give you back some of your energy, as it seems you lost a lot of it when you did that wandless magic," Madame Pomfrey told him. "How did you know I was using wandless magic?" Harry asked her. He was very puzzled by her knowledge. "Mr. Potter, for the last time, I am a registered nurse! I can tell by the way you act and look! Now, if you would please drink this fast. I need to get to my other patients!" she told him, her face turning as red as a cherry. Harry took the bottle of potion from her hands, and quickly drank it. It wasn't as bad as the other stuff, but it was still pretty bad. This one wasn't as thick. It was rather creamy, and went down in a heartbeat. However, it did not taste good at all. In fact, it tasted much like those vomit Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. He had the displeasure of tasting one of those once in his days at Hogwarts. He sat the bottle on the small table beside his bed when he had finished taking the potion, and Madame Pomfrey was off to take care of Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the gang.

He watched on as Ron and Hermione were given a slimy green potion. He could tell by the looks on their faces that it tasted just as bad as the ones he had taken. As he looked down to the end of the wing, he saw Sirius lying in his bed, reading what looked to be the back of a wrapper from a Honeyduke's chocolate bar. He had never read what was on the back of them, and never even knew there was anything on the back. He was puzzled by Sirius sudden interest in the package of chocolate. He shrugged it off and laid down on his bed, closing his eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

His dream was once again very strange. He was once again dreaming through the eyes of Voldemort. He was in a single room in what looked to be Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a very dark room, no doubt part of the basement. There was one other person in the room, and that was Wormtail. He had remembered earlier in the year when Wormtail was caught in Diagon Alley. He heard Voldemort speak, saying something along the lines of, "Wormtail, we're going to get out of here. There's no way they can stop me, not with my powers." Harry heard the familiar cold laugh before waking up. There were people surrounding him, including Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, and Madame Pomfrey. He was lying on the floor. He had fallen off while he was dreaming.