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Chapter Seventeen
The Battle of the Department of Mysteries
Hermione, Harry, Luna, Ginny, Neville, Ron, Draco and Faykan huddled at the end of Umbridge's corridor minutes later, Harry having just returned with the Invisibility cloak and several other tools from his trunk, "Ready to go then?" he panted slightly as he arrived. Hermione saw that he still looked rather pale from the vision Voldemort sent him.
Faykan, Draco and Ron nodded, and strode off, Draco and Ron to search for Umbridge, while Faykan snapped his fingers and disillusioned himself, moving off to conjure his illusion and wait for the proper moment to intervene. Meanwhile, Ginny, Neville and Luna started bobbing between the jostling students surrounding them in the other direction.
That left Hermione alone with Harry, "Get over here," she muttered, tugging the boy's wrist and pulling him back into a recess behind a column with an ugly stone head of a medieval wizard stood muttering to itself, "Are you sure you're ok Harry? You're still very pale."
"I'm fine, my scar aches slightly, but that has to just be Voldemort keeping his little reminder up for me to get to the Ministry." He replied quietly as he tugged the Invisibility Cloak out of his bag and throwing it over them both. Soon they heard Ginny calling over the crowd, "You can't come down here! No, sorry, you're going to have to go round by the swiveling staircase, someone's let off Garrotting Gas just along here…"
They could hear people complaining; one surly voice said, "I can't see no gas."
"That's because it's colourless," said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, "but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we'll have your body as proof for the next idiot who doesn't believe us."
Slowly, the crowd thinned. The news about the Garrotting Gas seemed to have spread; people were not coming this way any more. When at last the surrounding area was quite clear, Hermione said quietly, "I think that's as good as we're going to get, Harry… come on, let's do it."
They moved forwards, covered by the Cloak. Luna was standing with her back to them at the far end of the corridor. As they passed Ginny, Hermione whispered, "Good one... don't forget the signal."
"What's the signal?" muttered Harry to her, as they approached Umbridge's door.
"A Patronus message when Umbridge is in the corridor," Hermione answered him as she watched Harry open Umbridge's door with a knife that she had seen Sirius give him for Christmas. The garish kittens were basking in the late-afternoon sunshine that was warming their plates, but otherwise the office was as still and unoccupied as last time. They pulled off the Cloak and Harry went to the fireplace while Hermione looked out the window and down into the grounds. She turned back to see Harry toss in the Floo powder, kneel down and thrust his head into the dancing emerald flames, crying out "Number twelve Grimmauld Place!"
So Hermione waited, with Harry's head still in the fireplace, and no commotion outside or on the grounds. Shortly however, a silvery hare scampered through the wall, and Luna's voice sounded, "She's coming." Hermione took a deep breath, preparing herself for their little act for Umbridge. Seconds later, the old toad herself barged in, surrounded by her Slytherin lackeys, several of them holding Draco, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna. "Seize her," Umbridge cried, striding over and yanking Harry out of the fire by his hair, bending him backward and grinning maniacally at him.
"You think," she whispered at Harry, bending the boy's neck back painfully, so that he was looking up at the ceiling, "that after two Nifflers I was going to let one more foul, scavenging little creature enter my office without my knowledge? I had Stealth Sensoring Spells placed all around my doorway after the last one got in, you foolish boy. Take his wand," she barked at Nott, and the boy groped inside the chest pocket of Harry's robes and removed the wand, lingering slightly longer than Hermione felt was appropriate. "Hers, too," Umbridge called and Millicent Bulstrode wrenched it from Hermione's hand.
Umbridge threw Harry into a chair, and bent forward to see him eye to eye, smiling sickly, "You were going to Dumbledore weren't you?"
"No," Harry said immediately. Umbridge slapped him across the face, "Liar!" she half shrieked at him. "Very well Potter, I offered you that chance to tell me freely. You refused. I have no alternative but to force you. Theodore, fetch Professor Snape…"
Nott smirked at them, stowing Harry's wand in his robes and slinking away. Hermione bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling. This plan was far too easy. There was silence in the office except for the fidgetings and scufflings resulting from the Slytherins' efforts to keep Ron and the others under control. Ron's lip was bleeding on to Umbridge's carpet as he struggled against Warrington's half-nelson; Ginny was still trying to stamp on the feel of the sixth-year girl who had both her upper arms in a tight grip; Neville was turning steadily purpler in the face while lugging at Crabbe's arms. Luna, however, stood limply by the side of her captor, gazing vaguely out of the window as though rather bored by the proceedings.
Umbridge kept her eyes on Harry, as if waiting for him to crack under her pressure, but Harry's face was smooth as granite. Soon, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside and Nott reentered the room followed by Professor Snape.
"You wanted to see me, Headmistress?" said Professor Snape, looking around at all the pairs of struggling students with an expression of complete indifference. Hermione had to admire the Professor's ability to act.
"Ah, Professor Snape," said Umbridge, smiling widely and standing up again. "Yes, I would like another bottle of Veritaserum, as quick as you can, please."
"You took my last bottle to interrogate Potter," he replied, surveying her coolly through his curtains of black hair. "Surely you did not use it all? I told you that three drops would be sufficient." He added, and Hermione could see Umbridge flush with embarrassment.
"You can make some more, can't you?" she said, her voice becoming more sweetly girlish as it always did when she was furious. "Certainly," said Snape, his lip curling. "It takes a full moon-cycle to mature, so I should have it ready for you in around a month."
"A month?" squawked Umbridge, swelling toadishly. "A month! But I need it this evening, Snape! I have just found Potter using my fire to communicate with a person or persons unknown!"
"Really?" said Snape, showing his first, faint sign of interest as he looked round at Harry. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. Potter has never shown much inclination to follow school rules." Hermione had to bite her tongue to hold back her laughter.
"I wish to interrogate him!" repeated Umbridge angrily, and Snape looked away from Harry back into her furiously quivering face. "I wish you to provide me with a potion that will force him to tell me the truth!"
"I have already told you," said Professor Snape smoothly, "that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter… and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did, I cannot help you. The only trouble is that most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth-telling." Hermione hoped that Umbridge wouldn't actually sink to that level, but the look on her face told her she probably hadn't even heard the last part of what Snape said.
"You are on probation!" shrieked Professor Umbridge, and Snape looked back at her, his eyebrows slightly raised. "You are being deliberately unhelpful! I expected better, Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you! Now get out of my office!" Professor Snape gave her an ironic bow and turned to leave.
Harry spoke up quickly, in a practiced panicked voice, speaking the code phrase they had come up with for Professor Snape to proceed with contacting the Order. "He's got Padfoot!" Harry shouted. "He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!" Snape had stopped with his hand on Umbridge's door handle. "Padfoot?" cried Professor Umbridge, looking eagerly from Harry to Snape. "What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What does he mean, Snape?"
Professor Snape looked round at Harry. His face was inscrutable, for Umbridge's benefit. "I have no idea," said Snape with false coldness. "Potter, when I want nonsense shouted at me I shall give you a Babbling Beverage. And Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork and I am afraid I shall have to mention it on your references if ever you apply for a job." He closed the door behind him with a snap.
Hermione glanced at Umbridge, who looked furious, her chest heaving with rage and frustration. "Very well," she said, and she pulled out her wand. "Very well... I am left with no alternative... this is more than a matter of school discipline... this is an issue of Ministry security... yes... yes..." She seemed to be talking herself into something. She was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, staring at Harry, beating her wand against her empty palm and breathing heavily. Hermione saw the first flicker of real fear cross Harry's face. She hoped Faykan was listening, ready to spring into action before anything happened.
"You are forcing me, Potter... I do not want to," said Umbridge, still moving restlessly on the spot, "but sometimes circumstances justify the use... I am sure the Minister will understand that I had no choice..."
Nott was watching her with a hungry expression on his face.
"The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue," said Umbridge quietly.
"No!" Hermione shrieked, true terror gripping her, "Professor Umbridge, it's illegal."
But Umbridge took no notice. There was a nastily eager, excited look on her face that Hermione had never seen before. She raised her wand.
"The Minister wouldn't want you to break the law, Professor Umbridge!" Hermione continued, pleading for her to see reason.
"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him," said Umbridge, who was now panting slightly as she pointed her wand at different parts of Harry's body in turn, apparently trying to decide where it would hurt most. "He never knew I ordered Dementors to go after Potter last summer, but he was delighted to be given the chance to expel him, all the same."
"It was you?" gasped Harry. "You sent the Dementors after me?"
"Somebody had to act," breathed Umbridge, as her wand came to rest pointing directly at Harry's forehead. "They were all bleating about silencing you somehow, discrediting you, but I was the one who actually did something about it... only you wriggled out of that one, didn't you, Potter? Not today though, not now…" And taking a deep breath, she cried, "Cruc…"
BOOM!
The door to Umbridge's office flew off its hinges with such force that everyone was knocked off their feet. Faykan, eyes blazing in indignant fury, stormed in, disarming Umbridge quickly and dueling with the few members of the Inquisitorial Squad that managed to get back to their feet. They didn't match his power or his skill, and Faykan defeated them all in moments. Faykan stunned every member of the Squad, and then turned to face Umbridge, who was cowering in the corner of her office, "I warned you countless times, Dolores, to leave this castle. You refused to heed my warning, and now you will pay the price, kaima e' gorgorath!"
Umbridge's large eyes rolled back into her head and she fell, collapsing to the ground, with a look of agony and horror on her face. Faykan turned away from her in disgust, and helped Harry to his feet. Hermione rose quickly as well, and Faykan sent his eagle Patronus off to warn Cedric and the others that they were on their way. Together they sped down through the corridors, and into the classroom off the Entrance Hall. Cedric, Anthony, Terry, Michael and Blaise were there, with all the equipment from the Room of Requirement laid out on the teachers table, their own already strapped to their bodies. "Quickly, grab your things and stand away from the table," Faykan ordered, and when they had all complied, he pointed his wand at the desk, "Portus!" he said. The desk glowed blue for a moment, then returned to normal.
"Everyone place a hand on the desk," Faykan said. They did so, squishing together to make room for everyone. Faykan then tapped the desk with his wand, and Hermione felt the tug forward as the portkey transported them to the Ministry.
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Harry pushed himself up from the polished stone floor of the atrium quickly. The only ones to remain standing were Faykan, Cedric, Blaise and Draco. "You know, I'm starting to hate Portkeys…" Ron said as he picked himself up and dusted off his robes.
"Alright," Faykan said, assuming command immediately, "Cedric, you take Blaise, Terry, Anthony, and Michael. Disillusion yourselves and hide here in the Atrium. Send us a Patronus when the Death Eaters arrive, telling us how many. Then repeat again when the Order arrives."
Cedric nodded, and rapped himself with his wand, turning into a human chameleon. One by one, the three Ravenclaws and Blaise vanished also, and their shimmering forms moved to hide in different corners of the room.
Faykan then turned and gestured for Harry to lead, "Come on," Harry said quietly and the eight of them sprinted off down the hall, Harry in the lead, and past the fountain towards the desk where the watchwizard who had weighed Harry's wand had sat, which was now deserted.
Harry felt sure there ought to be a security person there, sure their absence was an ominous sign, and his feeling of foreboding increased as they passed through the golden gates to the lifts. He pressed the nearest 'down' button and a lift clattered into sight almost immediately, the golden grilles slid apart with a great, echoing clanking and they dashed inside. Harry stabbed the number nine button; the grilles closed with a bang and the lift began to descend, jangling and rattling.
Harry had not realized how noisy the lifts were on the day he had come with Mr. Weasley; he was sure the din would raise every security person within the building, yet when the lilt halted, the cool female voice said, "Department of Mysteries," and the grilles slid open. They stepped out into the corridor where nothing was moving out but the nearest torches, flickering in the rush of air from the lift.
Harry turned towards the plain black door. After months and months of dreaming about it, he was here at last. He could feel a small amount of curiosity and anxiety as they moved down the corridor to the door; he was finally going to learn the answer to all the secrets, all the riddles and lies over the year. The door swung open as he approached, just as in his dreams and visions. He marched over the threshold, the others at his heels.
They were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling; identical, unmarked black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue; their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor made it look as though there was dark water underfoot. Harry decided to copy his dream and strolled straight through to the opposite door, which swung open at his touch.
The room was filled with clocks of all types on every surface, large and small, grandfather and carriage, hanging in spaces between bookcases or standing on desks ranging the length of the room, so that the sound o ticking filled the place like thousands of minuscule, marching footsteps. And in the corner was a dazzling, diamond-bright crystal bell jar.
Harry's heart was pumping frantically now that he knew they were on the right track; he led the way down the narrow space between the lines of desks, heading, as he had done in his dream, for the source of the light, the crystal bell jar quite as tall as he was that stood on a desk and appeared to be full of a billowing, glittering wind.
"Oh, look!" said Ginny, as they drew nearer, pointing at the very heart of the bell jar.
Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar, it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draught its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg.
"Keep going!" said Harry sharply, and Ginny slowly tore herself from looking at the jar, and followed to the door at the far side of the room. Harry paused and glanced around at them all; everyone had their wands our and had calm seriousness etched in their faces. Harry turned back to the door and pushed it open.
They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle-brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold.
Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything or see the slightest sign of movement.
"You said it was row ninety-seven," whispered Hermione.
"Yeah," breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch of blue-glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver number: fifty-three.
"We need to go right, I think," whispered Hermione, squinting to the next row. "Yes... that's fifty-four..."
"Keep your wands ready," Harry said softly.
They crept forward, glancing behind them as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the further ends of which were in near-total darkness. Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelves. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown light bulbs.
They passed row eighty-four... eighty-five... Harry was listening hard for the slightest sound of movement. The silver light of a Patronus shot through the gloom toward them. Harry recognized it as Cedric's, a heron. The bird sailed over to Harry and Faykan, opened it beak and Cedric's voice spoke, slightly high and worried, "They're coming, a dozen Death Eaters, and about the same number of some other creatures, hideous things, with pale skin and black armor. Be safe."
Silently Harry thanked Cedric as the Patronus vanished. "Ninety-seven!" whispered Hermione from behind him and Faykan. They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there, as Harry suspected.
"Now to find what they lured us here to get," Harry said.
"Search the shelves, but don't touch anything." Faykan suggested.
They searched for several tense moments, then finally Neville spoke, "Here, Harry these have your name on them."
Harry stepped forward, Faykan right beside him. Two glass balls sat on the shelf Neville indicated. One was far dustier than the other. In spidery writing there were written two days, the older one some sixteen years previously, and the newer only under three years.
The first one read:
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord
And (?) Harry Potter
While the second one was labeled:
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord
(?) Harry Potter
And (?) 'Slayer of Darkness'
Harry stared at them both, confused beyond belief. "What is it?" Ron asked, sounding unnerved. "What's your name doing down here?"
"It's what the Death Eaters are after," Faykan whispered, "grab them and hand me the newer looking one, quickly before we have company."
Harry hesitated for only a moment, then seized the less dirty orb and handed it to Faykan, who stowed it away in a pocket, looking around nervously. Finally Harry closed his fingers around the very dusty orb and lifted it down. Neither orb was cold as Harry expected them to be, but quite warm, as if they had been in the sun for hours.
And then, from right behind them, a drawling voice spoke.
"Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."
They all spun, facing the newly arrived Death Eaters. Harry saw Lucius immediately, his long blond hair shining in the darkness of the room. He saw the moment Lucius recognized his son in the crowd of children, as the man narrowed his eyes in a scowl before turning back to Harry, choosing to ignore his son, "To me Potter," he repeated, holding his hand palm up. More black shapes were emerging out of the shadows all around them, blocking them off from every direction. Harry decided to get Lucius talking, giving Faykan or Hermione time to formulate a plan of escape.
"Where's Sirius?" he declared, pretending to not be aware of their trap.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"
"Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman to his left. Harry guessed that it must be Bellatrix Lestrange. The Death Eaters were closing in. Behind him, Faykan and Hermione were muttering so softly, that Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, so he kept going.
"You've got him," said Harry, "He's here. I know he is"
"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice.
Harry felt Neville stir beside him. "Don't do anything," Harry muttered. "Not yet…"
Bellatrix let out a raucous scream of laughter. "You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," said Lucius softly. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."
"I know Sirius is here," lied Harry, "I know you've got him!"
More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all.
"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."
"Go on, then," said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the seven wands of Draco, Faykan, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna rose on either side of him. The knot in Harry's stomach tightened.
But the Death Eaters did not strike.
"Draco, come here." Lucius said, with a minor edge of worry in his voice, "take the prophecy from Potter and come here, now!"
Draco hesitated, lowering his wand a fraction, but he did not move. Faykan placed a hand on Draco shoulder, and his resolve seemed to return. Draco aimed his wand directly at his father, "No." he said firmly.
Lucius scowled at his son, but Bellatrix seemed to be getting impatient, "They need a little persuasion, Lucius… perhaps we should let our new friends take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little girl."
And a new shape emerged from behind her and Lucius. Harry recognised it immediately, as did Draco, Ron and Hermione. The foul creature leered at them all, its yellow eyes shifting from face to face. The orc smiled as it settled on Ginny, and Harry felt the other close around her, even as Faykan stepped directly in front of her, beside Harry. His eyes bored into the orc's, while his right hand slid down to Glamdring on his belt.
In a flash Faykan drew the sword, gleaming brilliant blue in the darkness. The orc fell back several steps, glaring at the sword in horror and revulsion. Faykan took the moment immediately to whisper to Harry, "smash shelves…"
"AHH! I know that sword!" the orc cried, pointing at it as it quailed under Faykan's glare, "It's called, Glamdring, the Foe Hammer!"
"Now!" Faykan roared, charging the orc, Lucius and Bellatrix with Glamdring swinging over his head.
Harry and the others bellowed, "REDUCTO!" and their curses flew in seven different directions, detonating the shelves around them all. The towering structures swayed as hundreds of glass spheres burst apart, and many more fell to the ground.
"RUN!" Harry cried, and they all pelted after Faykan, who had forced Bellatrix and Lucius to retreat, and cut down the orc in their path. Harry whipped out Hadhafang and saw Draco and the others draw their own swords, their wands clutch tightly in their opposite hands.
A Death Eater lunged forwards through the cloud of dust and Harry stabbed, catching the man in his robed chest, and he felt the blade pierce the man's chest. Harry stunned the man, knocking him backward and off his blade. Then they continued running, dodging the raining glass as they made their way back to the door. Faykan was ahead, Glamdring burning brightly as he cut down orc after orc that appeared. Soon the remaining creatures were fleeing, screaming, away from the sword of the elves. Faykan tore after them, leaving the rest to make for the door. Death Eaters swarmed in, firing stunners at them, forcing the group to split, Ron, Ginny and Luna one direction, and Harry, Hermione, Draco and Neville in the other.
They were at the end of row ninety-seven; Harry turned right and began to sprint in earnest; he could hear footsteps right behind him and Hermione's voice urging Draco and Neville on; straight ahead, the door through which they had come was ajar; Harry could see the glittering light of the bell jar; he pelted through the doorway, the prophecy still clutched tight and safe in his hand, and waited for the others to hurtle over the threshold before slamming the door behind them.
Hermione sealed the door behind them. "Listen," Draco said as they were about to flee back to the circular chamber. Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed; Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar, "Leave Nott, leave him, I say. His death will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organize! We'll split into pairs and search, and don't forget, be gentle with Potter until we've got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary…Bellatrix, Rodolphus, you take the left; Crabbe, Rabastan, go right. Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead… Macnair and Avery, through here, Rookwood, over there… Mulciber, come with me!"
"Lucius, what about your son?" one of the others called.
"I have no son." Lucius said coldly.
Harry saw the horror dawn on Draco's face at his father's words. But they had no time, they had to run. Harry grabbed the Slytherin and pulled him along, running to reach the other door. They were almost there when Harry heard something large and heavy collide with the door Hermione had charmed shut.
"Stand aside!" said a rough voice. "Alohomora!"
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Draco couldn't believe it. With four simple words his father had completely disowned him. His devotion to a madman was more important to him that his own son. Even now he could feel the ancient family magic leaving him, the title of Malfoy heir vanishing from his name in all records.
As the door at the far end burst open, Draco barely heard anything as Harry shot a ball of flame at the Death Eaters, or felt Hermione tugging his arm as they fled to the circular room. Just then, a large silvery spider flew toward them from beyond the door, Blaise's Patronus, "The Order is coming," it said before disappearing. A door to their left burst open, revealing two more Death Eaters, and Draco shot stunners at them, while they all veered to the right, angling away from the approaching wizards.
Harry immobilized one, while Hermione silenced the other, but the Death Eater slashed his wand through the air and silently shot a streak of purple flames into Hermione's chest, which caused her to crumple to the floor. Draco barely had time to react before several orcs poured into the room from the hall of prophecy and drew their cruel scimitars, smirking at him, Harry and Neville.
Of all possibilities, Draco never would have expected Neville to raise his own sword and charge the foul creatures, bellowing a curse to blast one back as he engaged two others simultaneously. Harry and Draco leapt after him, taking targets of their own. Draco ducked, dodged and parried the black scimitar, looking for an opening in the orc's onslaught. When the creature over swung its blade, missing Draco and causing it to misstep, Draco took his chance, stabbing forward and piercing upward into the rank flesh.
The orc screamed a blood curdling cry as it fell, and Draco eyed the black blood that now stained his weapon. He had taken a life, yet he felt no remorse for the creature he had slain. It was a thing of pure evil, and therefore beyond his pity. More Death Eaters were advancing from all directions, and both Draco and Harry fled, Neville bringing up the rear with an unconscious Hermione in his arms.
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Sirius ran pell-mell through to the Department of Mysteries with Lupin, Tonks, Kinsley and Mad-Eye, hoping against hope that they were not too late. The doors spun in the circular room, but Mad-Eye simply shoved open a door to their right and they poured into the Death Chamber.
Sirius' heart soared as he saw that Harry was fine, albeit confronted with Lucius Malfoy. Sirius sent a stunner at the vile pureblood prat, making him drop the prophecy orb, which smashed on the ground. Harry dived off the platform he was standing on as the Death Eaters turned to fight the Order members. Lupin ran for Harry and the Longbottom boy, while Sirius focused on Lucius, trading curses and hexes with the man while chaos raged around them.
Dolohov leapt up to the platform to join the fight, but suddenly Harry was at Sirius' side, dueling like he and James used to in the first war. They fell into sync together, cursing, dodging and blocking around each other, pushing forward until Sirius stunned Dolohov, and Harry disarmed Lucius. Sirius sneered as he sent a finally curse at Lucius, and turned to embrace Harry, only to see Bellatrix leap up behind them, "Avada Kedavra!" she shrieked, pointing her wand directly at Harry's back. Sirius had no time to think, he pushed Harry aside, taking the spell directly in the chest.
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Bellatrix saw Lucius drop the prophecy, felt her Lord's anger sear across her arm. Black caused her to fail the Dark Lord, and he would pay for his defiance. Leaping up behind Potter and Black she cried, "Avada Kedavra!" firing the jet of green light at the boy's back. Black, typical Gryffindor fool that he was, pushed the boy aside, just as Bellatrix predicted that he would, taking the Killing Curse directly in the chest. He fell, collapsing to the rock ground of the dais. Bellatrix cackled in victories delight, until she felt an overwhelming presence enter the room.
Turning, wide eyed, Bella saw Dumbledore at the top of the stairs leading back to the main part of the Ministry. His face glowed with unbridled wrath as he charged into the fray, blasting Rabastan with a stunner, and summoning back Crabbe, who had started to flee at the sight of the powerful Light Lord.
She fled, hearing the werewolf calling the Potter brat back to him. Dumbledore sent a stunner at her, but she whipped up her shield, deflecting it, laughing as she heard Potter racing after her. "SHE KILLED SIRIUS! I'LL KILL HER!"
The boy was scrambling after her, ducking and dodging the curses she sent over her shoulder. Bellatrix did not aim to kill, as that was the Dark Lord's right to kill the boy, but if she could lure him away from the Order, she could stun him and earn forgiveness for losing the prophecy.
They ran through the Mind Room, and Bella cast a spell to shatter the tank, deluging the brains and foul potion within, hoping to buy some time to get to the lifts before Potter. But they boy simply levitated the brains out of his way and slipped and slid after her. She leapt over a blond haired girl, and dashed past the other children that Potter had brought along to the Ministry. The brown haired one was unconscious, while Lucius' blood traitor of a son was trying to tend to her while blood poured from his face. The two red haired children weren't fairing much better.
Bella laughed, tearing out through the circular chamber and slamming the door behind her, knowing it would slow Potter down slightly. She turned in the lift as the doors clattered shut, and waved, smirked wickedly at Potter as it rose away.
The second lift arrived as she approached the exit lift, but Bella chose to make her stand here. Potter pushed his way out of the lift, dashing toward her, and she called out to him tauntingly, "You coming to get me? Come to Auntie Bella!"
Anger was the boy's undoing. He struck, launching hexes and stunners at her one after the other, and Bella laughed as she batted each pathetic attempt away with her wand. "You need to try harder than that little baby Potter." She cackled.
Bellatrix fired a curse at the boy, watching as he dodged behind the shimmering fountain at the end of the Atrium. "Come out, come out, little Harry," she laughed, watching the boy cower behind the statues. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!"
"I am!" the boy shouted, the words echoing in the vastness of the room.
"Aaaaaah… did you love him, little baby…?"
Before she could finish, Potter erupted from behind the statue, bellowing, "Crucio!"
Bellatrix did not expect the boy to cast an Unforgivable. She screamed, falling to the floor, but the pain was only instantaneous. "Never used an Unforgivable Curse, have you boy?" Bella yelled as she rose to her feet. "You have to mean them, Potter! You have to really want to cause pain, to enjoy it; righteous anger won't hurt me for long, here, I'll show you how it is done!"
"Earuile thod!" cried a third voice.
Vines and roots erupted around Bellatrix, thrashing and grasping at her, trying to bind her. "Finite Incantatem!" she yelled, but it had no effect. Struggling, she tore her arms free, and waved her wand, launching fire to burn the plants trying to strangle her. She burned enough to tear free, and saw the new person who had enchanted the foliage. The boy was standing in the open, wand held high, and the same glowing sword in his other hand, now dripping with black orc blood. It was a pity, Bellatrix had enjoyed the vicious cruelty of the new minions of her Lord, but there were far more where they had come from.
"Crucio!" she shrieked, firing the curse at the boy, who shocked her by striking at the jet of light with his sword. A deep ringing sounded at the blade knocked the spell off course.
"Now!" the boy yelled, and he, Potter, and five new voices in the hall bellowed, "Stupefy!"
~~Sina tea kirma : This is a line break~~
Harry saw when Faykan arrived, and knew that Bellatrix was finished. Seven stunners flew from his, Faykan's, and the five hidden members' of the A.D.A. wands. But Bellatrix lifted a shield in the blink of an eye, deflecting the jets of red light into the ceiling. But Faykan was ready, and slashing his wand up, and then down again, he dislodged the weakened section of the stone and wood ceiling, causing it to crash down upon Bellatrix, shattering her shield and knocking her unconscious, as well as pinning her to the floor.
Cedric and the others crowded around with Harry and Faykan, but before they could ask what had happened someone laughed, a high cold laugh that chilled Harry to the bone. "Good… good boy… you have talent, and great power within you…"
Harry and the others turned, and he saw Voldemort forming out of the darkness at the far side of the Atrium. His eyes burned crimson as he stared directly at Faykan, his form shaded and blurred, reminding Harry of the phantom of Tom Riddle that tried to emerge from the diary in his second year.
"Come, join me, and together we could do extraordinary things…" Voldemort said, beckoning to Faykan.
kaima e' gorgorath : sleep in terror
earuile thod : vine, root