The black doorway had led him into a room also possessing dark memories of his fifth year. As he ducked behind a tank filled with water-logged brains, a spell missed scorching his neck by millimeters. He raced around to the other side of the tank and aimed a Cruciatus Curse at the Death Eaters. It was too dark to see whom he had hit, but he could have sworn the scream that followed was that of Lucious Malfoy.
The next thing he saw was a bright flash of light coming from one of the Death Eaters wand's. Harry got down on the floor and shielded his eyes as the spell crashed into the tank, completely shattering it. His back was drenched with water as he uncovered his eyes and looked upon his foes. They were presently wrestling with brains that had attached themselves to their faces, giving him a perfect opportunity to escape. He got to his feet, but quickly slipped and fell painfully on the hard stone floor, both from the water and his slipping consciousness. Sparing no time, he rose from the floor and rushed through the exit door, locking it behind him. Pressing his back to the door, he slid down to a seated position. He knew it wouldn't be long until the Death Eaters were free from their bindings, but he just couldn't find the strength to run any longer. The venom was taking it's toll, slowly fogging his brain and lessening his ability to fight. It was now a mystery to him whether he would survive or not, or even how he would survive, for there was nowhere to run. Even if he made it out onto the streets, the Death Eaters would follow and dispose of him, if the venom didn't act first.
Face it, he thought, you can't run anymore. You're done for. You're getting weaker by the second. You might as well just die right here and now.
Oh get off the floor damn you! he thought again, You can make this! You've survived dozens of times before so what makes now any different! Pick yourself and run! Never give up, Harry!
As vengeful screams were renewed inside the room of Death Eaters, he opened his eyes and examined the circular hall he had just entered. But he realized it was not the first time he had been there. It was the same black hallway that had haunted his dreams two years ago, again reminding him painfully of his godfather's death. Shaking the thought out of his mind, Harry got to his feet, swaying dangerously. He had to prop himself up against the door as he looked upon the many others before him. One would lead him out to the familiar hallways of the Ministry of Magic, but which one to choose was a mystery. The doors were all identical, black and unwelcoming. Then without a warning, the hallway began to spin rapidly before him, alternating the position of the doors. Harry fell to the floor from a horrible lightheaded feeling as he remembered what he had done in this situation two years earlier.
"Where's the exit?" he screamed into the darkness. Without hesitation, the corridor ceased revolving and the door farthest Harry burst open. With his vision blurred, he jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could out the door. Once through it, he found himself in the familiar halls of the Ministry of Magic. He then slammed the door shut behind him and pulled out his wand once more to lock it. At the end of the hall stood the motionless lifts. With his mind blank, he staggered towards them, falling into the walls beside him as he walked. He seemed as though he was losing control of his limbs. His arms felt like dead weight, not to mention his cheekbone where the dagger had struck. He walked lamely into the lift closest to him, closed the gate and pressed the button that would transport him to The Atrium. As the lift started downward, Harry's stomach plummeted. He collapsed in the corner, shielding his bloodshot eyes, all the while trying not to lose control of himself and vomit. The poison was now seeping through the remainder of his uncontaminated blood. He knew now that it was only a matter of minutes before he would inevitably die. He needed a miracle to save him now, and as he had learned, miracles were hard to come by. In a battle such as this, the only person you could depend on to help you survive was yourself, and Harry was barely able to stand, much less fight for his life.
Harry listened as the lift gate screeched open, slowly un covering his eyes. He got to his feet and walked out from the lift, trying to be as vigilant as possible with his poisoned conscious. Before him stood the brilliant Ministry waterfall, restored to it's former glory after the horrible events of his fifth year. The rattling of chains was then heard, making Harry spin around. He staggered towards the fountain as the second lift came to a stop before him. He quickly took cover behind the fountain, trying to ignore the mist of water that was chilling him into goosebumps. He watched as four hooded figures emerged from the lift, muttering inaudible words to one another. The figure closest him then raised it's wand to the ceiling, which shot up blood-red sparks and dimly illuminated the room. One by one, which a loud cracking sound, Death Eaters then Apparated into the room. There must have been at least thirty of them, the ones that had been lucky enough to escape an early death. Harry's chances of escaping death however were growing slimmer by the second. He could not run, nor could he hide. All he could do was prepare for the worst.
" Come out, Potter! We know you're in here!" he heard Lucious Malfoy shout.
" Yeah Potter, afraid to fight?" Bellatrix Lestrange's voice laughed, " Or are you just too weak to?" she then went into a paroxysm of evil chortling, her fellow Death Eaters joining in as well.