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Mirrors
With every breath
And every intake
Tip-toe further away
Jenny
9/2/10
6:27 a.m.
I got up early and went down to the kitchen. Mr. Weasley and his wife were already there, eating in silence, but brightened as I walked in almost silently and sat down. "Already practicing for today?" Mr. Weasley asked lightly, gesturing with his toast.
"Yes. I can't get caught." I stated the obvious, but with a quiet determination as I took a bite of toast. Mrs. Weasley looked at me for a moment, but I focused my gaze innocently on my plate. I knew she was worried. The Disillusionment Charm wouldn't make me 100% invisible, so I would have to move fast or stay stock still; increasing the danger. She silently handed me a light shoulder bag that I put on over my head and Mr. Weasley Disillusioned me. I followed him silently into the drawing room, where the fireplace was.
"Good luck, both of you." Mrs. Weasley said firmly as I stepped lightly onto Mr. Weasley's feet, awkwardly hugging him so that we would travel together. He reminded me of my father so much tears started to come to my eyes as he clearly said 'Ministry of Magic' and threw down the Floo Powder. I kept my eyes closed as we spun through fiery green inferno until it stopped. Hastily, I stepped off of his feet and backwards, then followed him closely, gazing around in surprise. The Magic Ministry was dark and obscure, with a huge towering black statue on it, featuring a ridiculously handsome wizard sitting calmly upon a huge mass of Muggles. I felt hate swell in me enormously as I followed Mr. Weasley, who only sighed lightly at the statue, then went over to one of the lifts. I silently rolled in before him, and scrunched deep into a corner as the lift began to fill, memorizing what was on each floor as it was announced.
Mr. Weasley got off of the lift at his office, but after a moment of hesitation, I stayed in the lift until it went to the first floor, where all the Death Eaters would work. I slipped off and stuck to the walls, moving swiftly. The hallway was thickly carpeted, lined with gleaming wooden doors, a brass plaque below stating whose office it was. Feeling lost and like I was doing something very stupid, I hesitated at the Minister of Magic's door. It seemed like an ideal location to start…but it would be incredibly and extremely risky. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear a man coming down the corridor until it was almost too late. His face made me back hastily away. Judging by Tonks description, it was the Minister himself. He walked into his office, and I slipped inside before the door closed without thinking until it was too late.
His office was lavishly furnished, and large. He went and strode over to his desk, and I followed, standing very still in front of it and looking at the papers on his desk. It was hard to read them upside down, especially when he was shuffling through them. He selected one and strode out, giving me some freedom. I sat cautiously in his chair and looked at the papers, unwilling to move any and risk someone seeing. A light blue paper caught my eye; at the bottom of the paper was the word Taboo. I slid it out from its fellows and scanned the page, holding it down so that if anyone walked in, they wouldn't be able to see it mysteriously floating in midair.
It was an official order to start a Taboo on the word Voldemort. Without another thought, I slipped into my 'invisible' bag, and it blended into the wall. I pulled open drawers, searched through pages and pages. The only other page that I could see that was useful was a list of Undesirables. Packing that swiftly away as well, I rose and stood patiently by the side of the door until the Minister came back, talking loudly with an imposing Death Eater. Prickling with sudden unease, I slipped out of his office and continued down the hallway, past people making pamphlets, and stopped dead in horror, looking at a doorway.
A beautiful blue eye was stuck in the wood. It wasn't looking around, but its gaze was fixed down the hallway with an unfocused look. After a quick glance around, I opened the door just a crack and snuck inside. There were no exclamations from outside, so I assumed that no one saw. When I closed the door, a small telescope became apparent on the back of the door, and when I peeked through it, I could see the calm office outside. Whoever's office this was, they were spying on the employees. I turned and gasped. The room was a horrid shade of pink, with kittens everywhere.
Umbridge had to work here. Lupin's description had been incredibly accurate, even though he had never actually seen her office before. Despite its despicable appearance, I had unknowingly struck gold. Umbridge was sick, so she must have a high position in this Ministry. Carefully, I removed the telescope and with a shudder, took off the eye and put it in the bag. I couldn't stand the fact that someone's eye was in the door. After a moment to compose myself, I darted over to her desk and rifled through papers, but couldn't find anything. Just as I was about to turn towards a filing cabinet, there was a loud bang outside the door, and the door opened and closed with no one there: some one else was invisible and now in the office.
Suddenly, they became visible, and I cursed silently, backing around him and towards the door. The man was huge, over six feet tall, and was nothing but muscle, with curly black hair. He looked around, then pulled out his wand and said "Accio Locket." Thoroughly confused, I moved back into the room. He obviously couldn't see me, so I was going to see what he was looking at. He searched her desk more thoroughly than I had, and then turned towards the filing cabinet. I got as close as I dared, and peeked under his arm at the names on the many folders in her cabinet. Only when he did get to the last drawer did he pull out a file, and when he flipped it open, my blood chilled. It was Mr. Weasley's file. I scanned it and frowned. He was being tracked. "Undesirable No. 1." He muttered, putting the file back and looking around, then moving towards a poster I hadn't noticed before.
It was of Harry. I followed the man, anger rising, and read the note with him on the poster, which said 'to be punished.' The man looked furious, and I was confused. Who's side was he on, if he was searching Mr. Weasley's file but then getting angry over Harry's poster? Was he a double agent? Should I take him out? He proceeded to search vases and baskets, but found nothing. He was looking for a locket…what was it for? He stopped searching, dissatisfied, until he spotted something on the bookshelf and raced over to it, only to stop abruptly at a biography of Dumbledore. I watched, him, befuddled, when the door opened, making the man hastily conceal himself as the Minister paused in the doorway, looking confused. Hoping that he saw the man, I edged for the door, and just felt the other spy pass in front of me. Determined, I followed, watching the tiny impressions his shoes made in the carpet. He got on a lift, and I was fully determined to try to get him for some information when the doors opened and a soaking wet terrified looking man got in who looked like a weasel, and he stammered his greeting to the imposing man next to me.
"Ron, it's me, Harry!" The man said, and I gasped. Neither of them noticed, but it all suddenly made sense. Harry, Ron and Hermione had a special mission from Dumbledore. They had to get into the Ministry looking like other wizards to find…a locket?
"Harry, Ron, it's Jenny-" I started, making them jump when the doors opened and Mr. Weasley and a elderly witch got on. Mr. Weasley glared deeply at Harry, who was trying to cover up his surprise at my disembodied voice. Mr. Weasley and Ron talked about a raining office and as Ron and the woman got off, I blinked as another red-head that had to be related to Mr. Weasley got on. He flushed a serious red when he saw Mr. Weasley, however. Who the hell was he? The silence got more and more awkward until the man swiftly got off at the next stop, and Harry went to leave too, when Mr. Weasley blocked his way.
"One moment, Runcorn." He said coldly, but I stopped hard on his foot and lightly whispered,"Don't!" He barely hid the look of shock on his face, apologized hastily, and then faced the front. As soon as he could, Mr. Weasley got off. After a moment, Harry spoke.
"Jenny?" He asked uncertainly.
"I'm Disillusioned, Harry. What are you doing here, everyone is after you!" I hissed, moving and gently touching his elbow, making him flinch.
"What word did she tell you to use if you needed help?" Harry pinned me against the wall in seconds, but I didn't punch him. Even if I wanted to, the man he was impersonating was huge, full of muscle.
"Pidgewedgon." I said calmly, and he let go.
"How did you get in here?" He asked, stepping out of the lift. I followed, letting my arm barely brush the huge knuckles he currently possessed to let him know I was there.
"Floo Powder." I breathed as he turned to go down a flight of steps. "What are you looking for, a locket? I was in her office too." I explained hastily and shivered. It was getting colder. Harry opened his mouth to answer, but stopped on the stairs.
"Go back. There are Dementors down this hallway." He said quietly, and when he thought I was gone, he continued down the steps. Steeling my guts, I followed, trying ignoring the overwhelming feeling of dread and despair. The cold was freezing every happy memory, every good feeling. Passing the Dementors was terrifying. They were breathing cold, rattling breaths as they paced around poor people sitting on benches. A door opened, and a man came out, screaming something about a broom maker. I didn't care what was in there, I needed to get away from the Dementors, they were driving me crazy. I dived and slipped inside the room.