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I feel so good right now! I've made it this far without a flame! Lucky! but if you just feel you have to do it, choose your words wisely...

and i just updated this morning, well guess what, good evening and I'm updating again today, as in right now!

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there's only about five chapters left, uh, i think...anyway this is where the action starts! so stick around ok.

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Chapter 13: The Dream From Hell

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Harry was back in the dimly lit room, at the Ministry of Magic, with the platform at the center of it. He suddenly found himself staring at the black veil, where Sirius died. It was swaying smoothly, mysteriously, like it always did.

He heard the whispering coming from the veil again. He could hear someone else over the rest of the hushed whispering, talking quietly, almost as if they were scared of being heard. Sirius was calling him...

"Harry you have to come help me...I can't get out without your help, I've been trying for over almost two years... I need your help..." Sirius's voice came haunting him in a whisper... "Come back...you need to help me..."

Sirius's voice came haunting him in a whisper... "

Harry felt helpless. He was so close to the dais, but everything was falling out of reach. He couldn't get to his godfather in time. He needed to get to him. He couldn't risk his last chance to get him back. He was like Harry's father. He just needed to get to that room in the Ministry of Magic. If only he could get there...NOW...

Harry woke in a start, forgetting where he was, or who he was with. He looked around wildly taking in his surroundings, then he remembered were he was. He saw Hermione gently and peacefully lying on his bed. He had his right arm around her. Protecting her. But now he needed to wake her and get to the Ministry of Magic.

"Hermione. Wake up." He said loudly, she jumped up a bit at his sudden urgency.

"What! What is it?" She asked bewildered, putting her hands on the sheet that covered her body.

"Get up, Hermione. This is very important. Please go to your room and change, then meet me in the common room as fast as you can." Before he finished Hermione got up fast and walked fast to her room, dragging the sheet that covered her. She could tell that whatever it was, Harry was starting to panic, and it was important.

Harry quickly changed into black jeans and dark blue polo. Slipped into his shoes and black cloak fast and ran down the stairs to see if Hermione was there too, but she wasn't. She quickly came down the stairs a few seconds after Harry got there. She was wearing a black button up top with short sleeves and some blue faded washed jeans. She carried her black cloak in her arms.

"Hermione. I had a dream." Harry began, and Hermione knew better than to interrupt him. "It was so vivid, I was back at the Ministry of Magic. In the Department of Mysteries I was in front of the platform where Sirius...died... he was asking me to help him, I know it sounds stupid, but I know that if I go he'll be there and I can help him, I know I can bring him back."

"Harry I know, you've had these dreams before, but–." Hermione tentatively began to explain.

"Yes. I know but now Voldemort is dead. He's gone. He was hit with the killing curse and poofed into smoke. He's dead. He can't be manipulating me with dreams anymore. He just can't. No he's dead!...This means that Sirius found a way to get back. Hermione I have to go and help him. I know if I show up I can find a way to get him back." Harry's voice had that same tone of fury and urgency, he had had when he dreamed that Voldemort was torturing Sirius. But Hermione knew better than to believe him, even though he was convinced that he could get Sirius back.

"Harry, we can't go through this again. Sirius can't come back. He jus–." Hermione tried to talk sense into him, but failed when he let out a growl of frustration.

"Hermione. I'm not asking you to come! I don't want you to come, in case something happens, you know I could NOT forgive myself if something happened to you, you're the last person I would harm. I would die if something happened to you because of me–." He said looking her straight in the eye and placing his hands on her arms,

"That's exactly why I want to come with you. YOU KNOW I could not stand it being here, knowing where you are and not being able to do anything about it. Or not knowing if you're ok or not, and I can't help you if you're in trouble. I need to come with you." As she finished Harry knew better than to disagree with her. It was times like these where she was the most stubborn, or more than usual.

"Now how are we going to get there?" She said calmly as she put on her cloak.

"Hermione I really don't want you to come." He took his last chance to convince her, but failed at her piercing stare. "Fine...well can we apparate there?"

"I doubt it. Don't you think that the Ministry would put a charm on it, an Anti-Apparation Jinx?" She stated.

"I'm not sure, that's why I asked. But I suppose we can go out in front of the gates and try it from there. If that doesn't work than we can think of something else." Said Harry quickly as the two of them made their way out of the common room and into the dark corridor.

"Right."

When they got to the large front doors of the castle, they took off in a run across the grounds. The sun was barely rising above the horizon. The green grass had dew on it as they ran across it.

They got out in front of the gates, because they could not disapparate from the grounds inside.

"Ready?" Hermione nodded at Harry.

"I hope this works." She said.

"1---2---3..." They poofed and their feet landed in the cold hard stone floor of the Department of Mysteries.

"You know it's really strange that it worked." Hermione said in a hushed whisper, clinging tightly on to Harry's arm from behind. Harry knew that she was tense. He felt something foreboding in the air. The air was packed with an eerie feeling. "There's something very strange here...I can sense it..." She finished.

Hermione saw Harry nod a 'yes' before they heard... "Very good, mudblood. My you are intelligent... Potter, I knew the Dark Lord would be correct in luring you here..." Came the cold drawl of Lucius Malfoy. Harry instinctively stepped in front of Hermione. He didn't know what to do. There were six Death Eaters in front of them, none were wearing their signature masks. He didn't know what to say, his breath was caught in a lump in his throat. He felt fear rising through every part of him. Fear for Hermione more than himself...

"You are a lovesick fool Potter." Said the cold seductive voice of Lucius Malfoy. All Hermione did was hold on tightly to her wand and brace herself ready to strike at any moment. Harry's wand was inside the front pocket of his jeans and he couldn't get it out, or else he would give himself away, and the Death Eaters might attack them both thinking Harry was about to do it too. "The Dark Lord always knows. He knew that if he made you believe that Black needed you to come for him, you would...Though it was very unwise of you to believe it, as no one can come back once they've gone through there." He said pointing his hand towards the veil. "...Of course he didn't think you'd be dense enough to bring others with you...for the second time." He said trying to eye Hermione. Harry stood his ground, taller to do whatever he could to protect Hermione. Lucius laughed softly.

"Seize her." He said under his breath. All of a sudden, even before Lucius finished his short sentence there were already three tall men holding onto Harry trying to get him away from Hermione. Why they didn't use magic to bind him, was beyond Harry. All he could see was that Hermione yelled, "STUPEFY!" to the man that was walking towards her, but he quickly dodged the Stunning Spell.

He towered over her, yanking the wand out of her hand. He took her by the arms harshly making Hermione wince and struggle against the man. Her attempts were of no avail, as he just laughed at her stupid struggles. He pulled her to were Lucius stood.

"LET HER GO!" Roared Harry, he felt helpless. He couldn't stand seeing their disgusting hands on his Hermione. Lucius held Hermione very close to him by her arms gently, she flinched at his cold touch, she remembered his son, Draco. They looked almost exactly the same. She was revolted...

"Yes I can definitely see what my son sees in you, mudblood...even if you are just that, a mudblood. Yes, my son has wonderful taste. You are a very beautiful infatuation. " He caressed her cheek and she once again flinched at his touch and tried to get away. "...I would love to have some fun with you myself, but I promised Draco that he could have you if you came. Actually he was positive you'd come today."

Harry yelled more and more for her to be free. The three men who were holding on to him, magically now, just laughed. He couldn't even think of how the anger he felt would be like if he saw Draco touch her again. And as he thought this, he saw someone coming down the stairs.

It was the one person he absolutely wanted to see the least there at that moment.

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A/N: I didn't want to invite Ron because it would ruin the plot. Also...wiser to put Hermione and Harry going to tell Dumbledore, but would ruin the plot as well for what i have planned.

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