Trinity shifted through a multiple stacks of paper, getting more frustrated as time ticked on.

Just as Professor McGonagall had agreed, they were allowed to leave school whenever they pleased to go searching for information on Horcruxes and for the Horcruxes themselves. So hear they were, back in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry had sent Hermione to go talk to the Aurors to see if they knew anything.

Ron was sent to talk to the people who worked with Time-turners to see if there was any way to create a Horcrux out of something that had existed or that would exist.

Harry went to talk to the Minister of Magic, which he was not looking forward too.

And where had Trinity been sent?

To the Prophecy room where she was currently frustrated to the point of breaking!

Apparently, when a prophecy is made, not only is one of those little glass orbs created, but each thing is written down for 'easier reference'. Trinity didn't consider it easier if she had to still look through stacks of paper.

Finding nothing, she went back into the main room where the orbs were and walked up in down the aisle, looking for prophecies with Harry's name on it. But some of the prophecies were the same ones she found back in the papers and where as trivial as 'Harry would learn to brush his teeth all by himself as the ninth month dies.'

It was when Trinity had passed a prophecy about Harry becoming the Quidditch Captain for one year that she heard a voice. It was soft and she wouldn't have heard it if she hadn't have stopped walking for that quick second.

"Trinity," it called, sounding as if it were coming from her left.

"Trinity." This time it sounded as if it came from her right.

Trinity looked around wildly as the voice became more persistent and louder, pressing into her from all sides. She crouched down, holding her hands against her ears and scrunching her eyes shut. She didn't want to admit she was scared but the fear was too hard to fight down.

And then it stopped.

Trinity warily opened her eyes, peering into the dim light. Slowly, she got to her feet. It was her imagination, was all. She was in a creepy place and had imagined something just as creepy.

She went to turn and was faced by a person, except this person glowed, its eyes wide and white. Its mouth opened wide, revealing a gaping black hole.

"TRINITY."

Trinity cried out and fell backwards, falling into a wall. Her hand flung out and caught onto a shelf, pulling it down and bringing with it several glass orbs. Trinity held her hands above her head as they shattered around her.

When the commotion stopped, she opened her eyes. The creature, whatever it was, was gone, and in its place stood an unbroken orb, glowing brilliantly.

Trinity crawled forward and picked it up.

T.W.O to L.M.

Dark Lord and Trinity Black.

Trinity stared at the ball for a long time before hopping to her feet and rushing into the room where the papers were written.

Searching around frantically, she flung papers that she had set down aside. Finally, she found it, still be written by a magical quill.

She waited impatiently, snatching the parchment up as soon as the magical quill moved. Her eyes flashed across the paper, her heart plummeting as she read. She couldn't believe it.

"Trinity!"

She jumped, pulling her wand out, only to realize that it was Ron calling her from the distance. "Coming!" she cried back, her voice trembling.

She glanced back down at the paper. A prophecy had just been made about her. This was the reason why those Death Eaters came to her house.

"Trinity!"

Trinity jumped again. She folded up the paper and stuck it in her pocket. Quickly, she ran back into the room and put the orb onto a shelf. Using her wand, she tried to repair the others and the shelf as best as she could. Then she rushed over to the Time-Turner room were Ron was waiting.

"We're supposed to go meet Harry now," Ron said, looking up at a clock. He looked back at Trinity, concern in his eyes. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Oh, he didn't know how close he was to the truth. "I'm fine. This place just gives me the creeps you know."

Ron nodded sympathetically, catching hold of her hand. "Let's get out of her then."

He pulled her back towards the lifts, but she kept glancing back towards the Prophecy room. Her free hand slipped into her pocket and her fingers brushed against the parchment.

Now was the time to really be scared.