Evanna stumbled as her feet hit the ground hard in a back alley somewhere in muggle London. Dizziness threatened to send her to the ground from the combination of thin air and the exertion of power. Her fingers were numb-though it was not a cold day, the air so high up had been cold, especially as Evanna was only wearing a summery light grey robe over her uniform skirt and blouse.

The vertigo finally subsiding, Evanna looked up to see a thin, dirty looking muggle staring at her with an open mouth and winced. She would have to see if what she had done to Professor Snape was just a fluke or not.

You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't-

"Wot the bloody 'ell?" the man shouted, jumping back from her as if he had been burned.

.Another man appeared from the inside of an old cardboard box.

"Shut the feck up, Jack, I'm tryna sleep in 'ere!"

"Some little girl jus' dropped from the bloody sky on a cloud an' then jus' disappeared ri' in front o' me face!"

"Thin' yeh could lay off the stuff fer jus' a day, huh? Now buzz off!"

Evanna hurried from the alleyway, whispering to her wand.

"Point me, Ministry of Magic!"

The stick of yew, so similar to her father's wand, spun around in her hand before pointing in a direction. She hurried off the way it had pointed her, still repeating the same mantra in her head.

You can't see me, you can't see me….

The muggles all moved around her, never even pausing in their own business to notice the small girl in witch's robes traveling between them. Every time one looked her way, Evanna's heart sped up, but they never looked at her. They looked right through her.

You can't see me, you can't see me….

Finally, she had arrived at a nondescript box when her wand warmed. She stepped inside and looked at the strange device hanging on a hook in front of her. Very carefully, she unhooked it and pressed it up to her ear, jumping when a cool woman's voice spoke in her ear.

"Please insert a coin to place your call."

Evanna frowned, pulling the DA galleon from her pocket. She hoped and prayed it would work.

"Welcome magical citizen. Please state your name and the purpose of your visit today. You may be required to check your wand in the Atrium."

"My name is Evanna Malfoy. I-," she cut herself off. What did she say? That she was on a rescue mission "I am here to make a donation on my father's behalf," she lied on the spot.

There was a chirp and a name plate was spat out of the bottom of the contraption. Trepidatiously, Evanna picked it up and stuck it through her blouse.

Almost immediately, the entire box jerked and began to sink into the ground. Evanna had to brace herself so as to not be thrown completely off balance when the box landed in the atrium of the Ministry.

Though Lucius had taken Draco with him many times to the Ministry, Evanna had been all but sequestered in the Manor for most of her childhood. Growing up, it had been a source of frustration and jealousy between the siblings; Evanna wanting to wear lovely robes and get to play with all the other scions of old Pureblood Houses while Draco did not understand why he was not given the same amount of combatant training as his younger sister. Now, knowing she was the daughter of the Ministry's Public Enemy Number One, it all made sense as to why Lucius had kept her far from society's eye. A little chill went down her spine as she looked around the giant room with its black stones and golden statue. How might her life had gone differently if the Malfoys had not hidden her?

Evanna made her way quickly to the lifts Draco had once described that went in every direction. As soon as Evanna stepped in, a cool woman's voice came over the intercom, listing the departments on each floor and she quickly ordered it to go to the floor where the Department of Mysteries was located. When she stepped off the elevator, she soon found herself in an oval-shaped room with many doors. She turned back and forth looking between the dozen or so doors presented to her.

She was prevented from having to make a decision on which one was the one she needed by about half a dozen adult wizards pouring into the room, all of them pointing their wands at her. She recognized Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had turned out to be a werewolf, along with Alastor Moody, who had been supposed to be her teacher the previous year if he had not been kidnapped by a Death Eater.

"Ms. Malfoy, what are you doing here?" the former Professor Lupin said in a voice that held an undercurrent of danger Evanna could never have anticipated from the normally soft-spoken man.

"I-"

"Don't worry about her, Mooney, we need to go find Harry!" Sirius Black snapped. Had it been any other time, Evanna would have marvelled at the flippancy at calling a werewolf 'Mooney'.

"She is a Malfoy!" Moody shouted, "she may well be here as a trap!"

Sirius shook his head. "Do you know where they are, Evanna?" he asked. It took Evanna a moment to get over the shock of the fugitive speaking to her on a first name basis before she could answer.

"No, they left the castle before I did. I assume they are in the Hall of Prophecy," she explained quickly.

"How do you know about the Hall of Prophecy?" Moody growled, thrusting his wand at her again.

"Priorities, Mad-Eye. She's just a little girl," a young woman said with bubblegum pink hair. Evanna might have bristled at being termed 'just a little girl' if not for the fact that it did have Moody lowering his wand.

With a wave of her wand, the pink-haired woman had every door open in the oval room. They heard spell fire coming from one that seemed to be hardly more than a giant pit. "This way, lads!"

"You stay here," Black told her roughly.

"I will do no such thing!" she snapped.

Merlin, she sounds like Cissy, she heard his thought clearly. She was suddenly reminded that the wizard in front of her was related to her, and had likely grown up with her aunt and her mother.

"It's up to the adults, not the kids to fight these battles," he said, in a tone he probably had wanted to come across as more gentle than it really did.

"Since when? None of you adults have helped Harry before, why start now?" she demanded. "I'm going in and none of you can stop me."

"Listen here, little girl-" Moody started, but Evanna began chanting in her mind.

"You're in enough trouble having come here," Lupin said reasonably. "I am sure it would not be good-"

Lupin was cut off by a female scream-was it Luna? Ginny? Granger? Whoever it was, the sound sent a chill down Evanna's spine. Without waiting for the adults to decide what to do with her, she rushed towards the room, all the while chanting in her mind: You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me.

She heard gasps from the adults behind her as their minds told them she was no longer standing three feet in front of them, though she was. In any other moment, she might have taken the moment to bask in her success, but her friends were in danger and she could not abide it a moment longer.

Harry POV

It had been a huge mistake to come to the Ministry.

Sirius had not been there, had not ever even been in danger. It had all been a trap, designed to lure Harry into giving Voldemort a prophecy, and Harry had fallen for it, leading his friends into danger as well.

Harry barely noticed as somewhere above him, the door to the room with the veil opened, but he did not immediately see anyone step inside. In moments, however, he saw members of the Order of the Phoenix rush in-Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, Professor Lupin, and of course his godfather. He could not help but feel both relieved and incredibly guilty for having lead Sirius here. He and his friends may be saved now, but what if Sirius ended up back in Azkaban or worse?

"Harry watch out!"

Harry ducked as spellfire flew over his head and he saw Evanna Malfoy sending a spell at a Death Eater. She was flying, supported by a cloud of colorful smoke. He gaped at her as she touched down beside him.

"What are doing here?" he shouted of the noise of spellfire.

"They can't see me," she panted, her breathing labored. She seemed to be under incredible strain, more than he had ever seen her during all of their training sessions. "Pay attention!"

Soon, Sirius had joined the three of them, and they were working as a team. Death Eaters were screaming as they were hit by spells that could not be termed anything but Dark Magic.

"The bloody hell have you been teaching them, Harry?" Sirius yelled. He seemed to look straight through Evanna.

"Can't you see her?"

But there was no time to talk as Harry was separated from his godfather. Harry was not sure how it was possible that he was the only one who could see Evanna-nor how it was that she could fly-but then she had always known advanced magicks Harry had no idea about. There wasn't any time to think about it, though, because spells were flying at breakneck speed.

Soon, Harry was separated from both Evanna and Sirius. Evanna had gone to blast away a Death Eater that had been dueling all the other girls at once-Ginny, Luna, and Hermione, while Sirius had begun to duel his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. The rest of the Order members were slowly but surely beating back the other Death Eaters from the students. Harry might have breathed a sigh of relief, if not for Sirius' laughter.

He saw the red flash as though in slow motion. He yelled, his voice sounding like it came from underwater. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evanna turn toward his yell.

The spell connected and Sirius was thrown into the air, his body limp as it flew towards the moldy bit of translucent cloth. Before he could land though, it was like a solid grey cloud solidified all around Sirius, blasting him forward.

Sirius landed with a thud, Evanna not far behind him. She groaned, trying and failing to lift herself off the ground.

Sirius did not move.

Bellatrix Lestrange cackled.

"I killed Sirius Black!"

Remus grabbed his arm. "Harry-wait-don't-"

Harry threw his old teacher off of him and chased after her.