Harry raced through the seemingly never-ending corridors of the Department of Mysteries. Strewn behind him were heaps of rubble from vicious curses launched both by him and the Death Eaters pursuing him. Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were all unconscious, he'd stunned them and hidden them in a room to draw the attention of their enemies away from them, onto him.
Ignoring the way that the corridors ceased being tiled, becoming darkened caves, Harry raised a weak light on the end of his wand and kept running until he skidded into what seemed to be an immense hall. Curled at the centre was an immense statue of a basilisk with two smaller statues of robed humans attacking it. One had thrust a sword through the snake's throat, holding a mirror in his empty hand and the other, a distinctly female figure had embedded a Dane Axe deep in its flesh. But he had no time to spend admiring ancient carvings.
Settling behind the tail of the snake, as he'd found the room to be a dead end, Harry watched and waited. It didn't take long for the group of Death Eaters to arrive. Lestrange, Lestrange, female deranged Lestrange, Crabbe Senior, Goyle Senior, Mal-ferret Senior, Avery, Nott, Jugson, Travers and Rookwood.
Dolohov would have been joining them had in not been for the fact that he currently was residing in the Room of Time with a thousand glass shards summoned through his body. The prophecy was no longer in Harry's possession, so what they were doing was futile. He'd hurled the orb through the Veil of Death, a fitting end given what he suspected it would say.
Avery barrelled straight into the room, at which point Harry moved so that only his eyes and wand protruded above the snake statue, launching a whispered blasting curse straight at Avery. It flew true, creating an immense shockwave which reduced Avery to a molecular level.
Not sure whether to be sick or not, Harry ducked behind the snake before retaliatory curses could been heard. Then there was a sudden crackling roar, as in lightning bursting nearby. He curiously peered over the snake to see Travers lying on the ground, small sparks crackling over him, his hair scorched off for the most-part, evidently electrocuted. One of tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber, stood on either side of Mal-ferret was about to advance.
"No, don't." Malfoy hissed; "Blood wards... yet there is only one person here, and he hasn't been here for long enough to set such a powerful set of them."
Harry had no idea what he was talking about.
"There must be someone, living, here who shares Potter's bloodline closely enough..." Malfoy hissed. Harry suddenly understood. Blood wards had to be anchored on a relative... and yet who was here.
He felt a faint wind brush through the huge hall, from sources unknown, but then noticed the robes of the two killing the stone basilisk lift slightly.
"Basilisk slayers..." Harry whispered; "Basilisk..."
He looked at the faces of the two slayers and realised they were both wearing crude crystal glasses, tinted a pink colour. For some strange, unknown reason, he couldn't register any details of the features he could see under the shadows of their hoods. Harry shook his head and reached into the internally-expanded pouch that he'd carried for several years. Inside was a small potions kit he kept stocked with healing potions... and mandrake restorative draught.
Arming himself with two vials of the restorative potion, he slid around the snake so that he still had some cover from the Death Eaters who were bombarding the shield, at the entrance to the hall, with curses. The first he reached was the woman, whose mouth was slightly open, which allowed him to pour a small amount of the restorative into her mouth. Slowly, it began to relax her jaw, allowing him to empty the entire vial into her mouth.
Grinning at the irony of the basilisk being petrified by its own stare, Harry moved over to the man. His mouth was shut tightly in a grimace. Frowning slightly, Harry contemplated what to do before ripping of his tie and soaking it in some of the restorative before gently using it to sponge the man's jaw until it ceased being petrified. That gave him room to pour the contents of the vial into his mouth.
Sinking behind the petrified basilisk, Harry watched as the two sank to the floor, the woman coughing and choking as her lungs breathed for the first time in... he didn't know how long. He drew his wand back out from his pocket and gestured at her, summoning her over and quickly performing a charm to clear the patient's airways that he'd learnt from Madam Pomfrey. Harry repeated the process with the man and slowly they recovered.
"Long are the years... since I have breathed air. The darkness is everything that I have experienced through time immemorial, why am I awakened?!" the woman demanded, her melodic voice entrancing Harry, finding involuntarily, secrets were slipping off his tongue.
"There are a group of terrorists, murderous rebels, after me because I had a prophecy sphere relating to me and their leader, who has tried to kill me repeatedly. I stunned my friends and hid them in a room, this is my battle to face, not theirs." Harry said immediately; "I threw the prophecy through the Veil of Death, so their effort is in vain. I woke you for help, and because I did not wish to leave anyone petrified when they seemed to have been battling a dark creature, such as the basilisk naturally is because of the way the maker must imprint a dark soul onto the creature."
"You know your stuff boy." grunted the male, hoisting himself up to draw his sword from the petrified snake; "Stay out of the way while we deal with these murderers."
"Wait..." the woman said, reaching out with pale fingers which she ran down Harry's face; "I am sorry..."
She swung her wand at him in her otherhand, and faster than he could react, a silver light burst from the tip, encompassing him, winding like a spider's web around his body. Harry felt untold agony, he arched his back in pain before collapsing in a shower of silvery dust which faded into nothingness, leaving no trace of him behind, he had vanished.
The woman sighed sadly.
"Morgana... he will be... I am... better for what you have done." said the man.