Disclaimer: I don't own this! Oh well. One day I will own something people can write fanfic about.
"What?"
"The Ministry of Magic! Snape says Harry says you're at the Ministry of Magic!"
"What!"
"And he's gone to try to rescue you!"
"What?"
"From Death Eaters!"
"Oh fuck! We have to get after him!"
Harry thought he was at the Ministry? Why? Was Dumbledore right? Had Voldemort been sending false images through the connection? 'He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.' That was clear enough. But... how had Harry worked out where the weapon was? He knew he hadn't said anything - nor any of the others. Information like that wasn't spread to kids.
"Sirius, are you coming?"
"Yes!"
There were ten escaped Death Eaters. In all likelyhood they were at the Ministry now. Harry had been dreaming of the Ministry - had seen Arthur there in his nightmare. Maybe Snape, in a fit of anger, had told Harry where the weapon was. He had to go, now!
"Tonks, Moody and Kingsley are coming too. We need Aurors. I've sent a message to Dumbledore."
"Right."
Apparate to the Ministry. Down the stairs - avoid the lifts. Where is everyone? It's not usually so quiet. Clever Death Eaters to get everyone out. Downstairs, through the Department. Foolish boy to trust Kreacher and what he saw. He should have listened to Snape!
"Which way?"
"Towards the fighting!"
Ignore the room with the weapon. He must get to Harry and his friends. There's six students here! Lestrange, Dolohov, Malfoy, Macnair, Rookwood. Easy to recognise by how they fight. Fight back. Dolohov - stunned by Harry.
"Nice one! Now I want you to get out of-"
Watch the curses! Bellatrix, heading back to fight. Evil cousin!
"Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville and run!"
Of course he knew Neville's name. The Longbottom boy. Bellatrix, must stop her. Battling, fighting, trying. Back and forth. Onto the dias. Stupefy, stupefy! Protego! Watch the spell.
"Come on, you can do better than that!"
Oh no! Guard lost! Spell, hit! Harry, no, must get out! Backwards, watch behind, it's... Nooooo!
Dedication: This fanfic is dedicated to the emergency services who worked so hard in London on 7/7, and to those who have died - known and unknown; named and unnamed.
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