Author's Note: Gaaah! I've hurt my finger so I can't type properly and that's so frustrating!

Ali – Will is… in a better place now (depending on your beliefs). Remember the Death Eater attack… yeah.

MissDitzy – Thanks a lot for the help. I took care of some of the stuff in the last chapter. As for the elevators – quote from OotP (British paperback version, page 678) "… as they passed through the golden gates to the lifts. He pressed the nearest 'down' button…" On the next page in the book it states; "…nothing was moving but the nearest torches, flickering in the rush of air from the lift…" I guess JKR just had to add them to achieve the right… spirit for the mysterious adventures… LoL. It would have ruined the suspense if there were electric lights. Or maybe lifts (elevators) aren't managed by electricity in the wizarding world? If I'm not mistaken (which I often am), they haven't even got electricity in the wizarding world. But hey, I guess the power of magic can move lifts without electricity. C'mon, it's the wizarding world, anything is possible. Now I've been ranting on and on and I'll just say thanks a lot again.

Misao, Demon Master – Eh… backs off slowly, hands up had too much coffee lately?

Ania potter-malfoy – I know exactly what you're talking about, believe me. D

Thank you alsoTomF'sAngelgrl, Shading in Grey, angelgirl07, Kow it all, Courtney, Pussinboots, SeverusSnape'sLove, Bumperz, Emma-Lizzy-Black


Chapter 34 – Sirius Black

Harry took a deep breath. "Sirius?" he said loudly and touched the veil with his fingertips. "Sirius Black!"

Then a clear, male voice stated, "Harry?"


I instinctively spun around, to locate the source of the voice, although I knew it hadn't come from back there, but from the veil.

But that was not possible, was it…? I had seen it myself, there was nothing behind the veil. Although Harry's hand must have disappeared somewhere…mustn't it…? I was confused and a tad scared, as I felt that I had no control at all over the situation.

"Sirius?" Harry said urgently. "Where are you?"

"What are you doing here, Harry?" the voice asked.

"We'll get you out of there", Harry said, "just… do you see my hand?"

"Yes", he said slowly.

"Take it, please take it. I'll pull you out."

"Harry you can't-"

"OF COURSE I CAN! Grab my hand, Sirius", Harry said. "I'll pull you out."

He paused for a while, before turning to me. "Help me pull", he said quietly.

I nodded uncertainly, and prepared myself. Then I don't know what happened for I had turned away, but I heard Harry shout, "Holy shit…", and then there was a lot of noise. I spun around to see what had happened, but a piece of a rock literally came flying towards me, and I threw myself aside to get out of the way.

"What the hell…" I muttered before I ducked for another stone. The room was filled with smoke, so I didn't see anything – barely the stones. The ground was shaking, and my heart raced. What was happening?

"Harry?" I shouted. "Harry!" I was still clutching his hand, so I dived over to where his body was supposed to be. "Harry!"

He looked at me with fear in his eyes. "I don't know what happened!" he yelled to make himself heard over the noise. "It just collapsed!"

"We have to get out of here!"

He nodded.

We managed to get up from the floor and sprinted towards the exit. Jumping from one stone bench to another in an attempt to get up, towards the door out, we kept avoiding the stones. The ground was still shaking and we could barely see a foot ahead, so we just hoped we went in the right direction.

Not much left now, I thought. We'll make it. We just have to get out of h-

The ground (or the stone bench, to be more exact) just disappeared under me. Later, I realized that the piece of stone I had been standing on just must have broken apart, possibly due to the shaking ground. As for now, I did not search the source of the disappearance of the ground, but my legs gave way under me and I fell to the ground. I put my lose hand to break my fall and my hand was scratched against the stones, as was my legs.

Harry shouted something, but I couldn't hear. The only thing I heard was my heart beating. Desperately, I searched for something to put my foot on, and after having thrown myself aside to avoid being hit by a rock, I managed to get up.

"You okay?" I could hear Harry screaming.

I nodded briefly, then I saw a big rock coming flying towards us. "Watch out!" I yelled, threw myself to the ground and pulled him with me. When we got up again and kept heading for the exit, my leg hurt so badly that I thought it'd give way, but I tried to force it not to. I had to stop, and I bent down to look over my foot.

Just keep on walking, I told myself.

But I didn't have to. For I felt someone pick me up, and sort of throw me over his back. And so he carried me up and to the exit, which we miraculously had arrived almost directly at. It wasn't Harry, I knew that for a number of reasons – he was taller, bigger, older, but most of all… he didn't smell like Harry does.

But I won't get into how Harry smelled. That could easily get way too… saucy.

However, I was carried out through the door. When the room was finished with its regular spinning around-ritual, we headed towards the door with the X on (you remember Harry had conjured an X on the door we had entered through), and when we had gotten out through that door also, I was put down.

I took a step back to see who my… er, carrier, had been (although I almost was sure already), and it appeared to have been Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, who had carried me out.

Conclusion; A supposed-to-be-dead-murder-who-escaped-Azkaban carried me out of a room with rocks flying everywhere.

"Er, thanks", I said slowly, and he smiled briefly before turning to his godson.

Harry's clothes were all torn, he was covered in dust and had a cut that was looking very scary, just above his left eyebrow. Sirius's appearance was pretty much the same, and in additional, he was also haggard. He looked pretty much like you'd expect someone who had practically come back from the dead to look.

Godfather and godson looked at each other in silence for a while, before hugging briefly (I guess they didn't want an emotional embrace as it would be to… unmanly).

"We've got to get out of here", Sirius said. "How is your leg?" he asked concerned, turning to me.

I looked down on my trashed jeans. On the right lower shin, the fabric had been coloured red. "It's okay", I said and began limping towards the lifts, Harry and Sirius following.

"Someone should have heard", Harry said, slightly stressed, "what if someone comes?"

"Listen", Sirius said, "you can barely hear anything here. I don't think anyone's heard."

"No", Harry said, "you're right, but why isn't it heard? It was loud."

I pushed the up button for the elevator, and the golden gates slid open. I limped in, the others following, and pressed the button for the Atrium. The gates creaked when closing and the lift set up upwards.¨

I turned to the others, frowning. "So what the hell happened?"

"I don't know", Harry said, "the archway just collapsed."

"It was filled with some kind of energy", Sirius said, "and when that energy was set free, then…"

"I bet we devastated the whole Department of Mysteries", I muttered as the lift stopped and the gates slid open again.

"How did you get here?" Sirius asked when we had gotten out of the lift.

"Floo powder", Harry said.

"So no one knew about you going, did they?" Sirius asked.

"Well", Harry said, "it's in the middle of the night, so everyone was pretty much asleep. I would have gone alone, but someone" – he cast a meaning glance at me – "wouldn't let me go alone."

"Which was very good", Sirius said, "as leaving for the Department of Mysteries in the middle of the night isn't too good to do alone. It was horribly dangerous. We'd better get going."

The Atrium was still deserted, something that worried me slightly. With the wizarding world at war like it was, why weren't there people at the Ministry all the time? The Dark Side could easily manage an attack at the Ministry of Magic like this. Although, the fireplaces weren't accessible from other fireplaces than basically the ones at Grimmuald Place 12 or possibly Hogwarts, but still, I couldn't help but lose quite a lot of trust I had left for the Ministry of Magic.

A short while later we had all arrived back to the Headquarters, albeit it may not have been so gracefully. In fact, we made a lot of noise.

We hadn't been standing in the kitchen for more than a mere minute, not exactly sure how to… well, deal with the situation, how to tell the others and prepare ourselves for everyone's reactions, when we heard footsteps first in the stairs, then in the hall, and then Mrs. Weasley burst into the kitchen.

She gave out an indefinable sound and stared at us but mostly Sirius, before more footsteps were heard from behind her and her husband appeared.

"Molly, what's wro-" he interrupted himself.

Now the whole house seemed to have awakened. More footsteps were heard, it sounded slightly like a herd of elephants.

"Mum!" Ginny's voice was heard, "Harry and Tamara have gone to – there was a note – the Department of Myster-" Also Ginny interrupted herself when she caught sight of us. Her mouth was formed to an 'O', but no sound came out.

The next thing I knew, the room was filled with people. Everyone who had been in the house had arrived into the kitchen, which meant Ron, Hermione, the Weasley twins and Tonks, and one of the older Weasley brothers, Bill.

And everyone stared at us. The air was buzzing with excitement and no one seemed to know really what to do, until Mrs Weasley yelled to make herself heard over the noise; "Someone get Dumbledore" – she cast a look at us before adding – "and Madam Pomfrey."

The rest is in a sort of a blur. Apparently someone alerted Dumbledore, for he arrived along with Madam Pomfrey and some Order members. I was taken up to our bedroom, where Madam Pomfrey put healing spells on my wounds and most important, my leg.

"Here", she then said and handed me a bottle, "this is sleeping potion. You need to rest."

"I don't need to rest at all", I protested. I wanted to see what happened downstairs. "I'll just-"

"You need to rest of those wounds shall heal properly", Madam Pomfrey said in a voice which clearly stated No Argumentation. "Drink your sleeping potion."

So I sighed and followed orders. A couple of minutes later, I had passed out.


Author's Note: I do not like this chapter. Hopefully you'll like it better. But I feel eager to continue, I look forward to writing the upcoming chapters so I needed to get this out. I know that wasn't very professional of me, but hey I am not a professional writer! I'm just an amateur, so I have the right to be non-professional.

LoL.