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Sakura groaned. They were lost again. She reread the directions again. She was sure that she followed them exactly. Maybe she couldn't read Jim's writing. It was getting dark even if it was only 6:21 P.M. It was usually still light at his time. It was the beginning of July for crying out loud.

This time, the surroundings were very gloomy, the buildings dark and grey. The streets were uneven and strangely enough, it had puddles but only on the road. Many of the looming building were boarded up and there was not another soul on the street. Sakura had a suspicious feeling that they were being followed or watched. She started walking faster, tugging on Harry's hand. Harry walked faster; he could feel the pressure of watchful eyes as well.

After another two blocks, they reached a broken down park. The swing set was broken, the seats hung from the remaining chain that held it up. The jungle gym was trashed, the metal bars rusted red. A tall slide was eroding slightly to the side of it, the steps looked as if they would break if someone stepped on it. They didn't linger long and starting walking again.

Just another block away, she could hear the sound of heavy footsteps, distant yelling as well. She started running by now, Harry dragged quite literally behind her. They turned into an alleyway quickly.

Unfortunately it was a dead end. The brown haired girl bent down and hugged the boy to her chest. His soft whimpering muffled against her pink shirt. Sakura hugged him tighter as the footsteps came closer, echoing against the narrow walls.

A dark stranger stopped just outside the alleyway. In the dim glow of the setting sun and the appearing moon, she could see, even if not clearly, the oddly dressed person. He, we'll call him a he for now, was breathing heavily, wearing a long black cloak, the pointy hood had fallen off revealing a head of messy hair, he was clutching a large bundle wrapped in a black cloth. The face was covered by a strange white mask, which Sakura couldn't see properly. A few yells were heard. Apparently he was being chased.

The man turned and noticed Sakura and Harry further down the alley. Sakura watched as the man pull out a long black stick from his sleeve and pointed it at them. A deep voice from behind mask began to speak, mumbling a strange phrase but was cut off when a jet of purple light nicked his wide sleeve. A flash of white propelled itself towards Sakura and Harry. Sakura grabbed on tighter to Harry, trying to shield him from whatever it was. The light hit them but oddly enough, nothing happened.

Sakura only had a moment to look when she saw the man tap an old rusty can with the stick, his image distorted a bit before vanished from view. Where did the man go?

She didn't have much time to wonder, the alleyway suddenly turned frighteningly cold. It was almost as if all the warmth from the heat of summer was sucked up all of a sudden. Sakura shivered; she saw flashes of her childhood before she realized that Harry was shivering and moaning softly.

Sakura didn't know what to do but when another shadow appeared, the figure also wore a black cloak which was tattered and ripped, the hood drawn up. However the most obviously thing she could see was that…the figure did not have any feet yet it was hovering above the ground. Cold chills rolled over her as it breathed.

Harry buried his face into her shirt, as if hoping she could get rid of it or provide some relief. Even in a moment like this, she had to be ready. This non-human creature, whatever it was- it wanted something, something that Sakura wasn't sure she wanted to lose. She reached into the inside pocket of the thin black jacket and pulled out long thin card. A strange wing was portrayed on one side and a strange design on the other. She held the pink card up and in an instant, it dissolved, a firm bubble encase them acting as a shield against the creature.

'Just go away…go away…leave us alone…' she prayed. The creature hovered over to her, seeming as if it was sniffing for her, one sleeve revealed a bony hand, the flesh rotting off of it, making a grip occasionally. Sakura gasped and clenched her eyes shut. She mustn't look. She couldn't even hear the yelling coming closer.

"Look!" someone had yelled. She couldn't hear, she could only concentrate on clenching her eyes shut, hugging Harry closer. In a moment, she felt the horrible feeling subside slightly and a light banging brought her attention to a man, dressed in strange dark violet robe. His face was creased with wrinkles. Other people crowded behind, five or so as far as she could tell. She put the down the barrier only to find herself surrounding, each person pointing one of those strange sticks at her.

"We've caught you now….." one of them snarled.

"What are you talking about?" Sakura asked, she kept her guard up, who knows what they would do, and Harry's grip around her tightened ever so slightly. She stood up slowly, shifting Harry in her arms. The men (and women) watched her very carefully.

"Stop pretending….Death Eater…"

'Death Eater? What is that?" Whatever it was, it was a threat to these people.

"I don't kno-"A jet of grey silver hit her on the back, surprisingly enough this did nothing also. She heard one of them murmur something about 'precautions'.

"We should bring her to courtroom right away," the man in dark violet spoke up and mutters of agreement were said. One of them mumbled something, white ropes sprouted from the stick's tip and wound themselves around her and Harry.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sakura demanded. What was a 16 year old supposed to do? She wasn't exactly ordinary, she could probably break through this in a matter of seconds. Something told her they won't let her go so easily even if she escapes, and what is a Death Eater?

"Grab her arms, we'll have to take her back using a port key," a tall man said, he picked up an old shoe and tapped it lightly with his stick. Two others, a strong man and a woman dressed in maroon, grabbed her shoulders and held onto the shoe with the other.

'What is going on here? Am I dreaming?' The Card Mistress stared, bewildered at the shoe as others held onto it. The rest got out of the alleyway and seemed to disappear.

She didn't have much time to think for herself. All of a sudden she felt like something was yanking her high, high into the sky, her feet left the ground as the alleyway seemed to blur away.

It was all over in an instant, her feet landed on a marble floor. How did she get here? The man with a strong grip on her left shoulder jerked her forwards and they proceeded to walk down the hall. A large golden fountain was in the middle of it and tall golden statues were erected in the centre.

"What is goin-"she started, the man in purple glared at her and gave a sharp bark for silence. They passed a table which held a sign that said 'Security'. Someone was sleeping on the desktop, his elbow nudging the golden scale to the side. The hush whispers behind made her realize there were other people here as well. Before they had passed the tall golden gates she could hear someone rap on the security table.

"How much times did I tell yo-"was all she heard before she got hastily shoved into one of the many lifts. One of the people accompanying them pressed the up button and they slowly began to ascend.

"Level 7, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office," a female voice said, it seemed to be coming from the elevator. A short man wearing green robes opened a compartment in the elevator and jabbed the button inside, twice. Sakura had a glimpse of people dressed in robes bustling around to work. The elevator didn't make any more stops.

At long last, the elevator reached what she believed to be the top level. They dragged her out of the elevator and into a room where a young lady sat, she was filing her nails while speaking, a feather quill scribbled across a piece of paper as she spoke.

"We need to see the Minister, urgent business." The young lady flashed them a glance before standing up, the quill stopped moving and fell sideways on the paper. She knocked politely on the grand wooden double doors, then invited them to go inside.

The room was very spacious; tall bookshelves leaned against the walls, every shelf packed full with books and folders. A polished wood desk stacked tall with papers and folders, was in the middle of this room. A wise looking woman sat behind it, her face wrinkled from frowning. Sakura looked her straight in the eye. They flickered downwards to stare at the bundle in her arms, which was indeed Harry, his face hidden from view.

"What do we have here…." She said slowly. Her voice was rather hoarse and low.

"We caught her in the alleyway, we think she's a death eater."

"I already said I'm not this Death Eater thing you keep accusing me of being!" The man in purple grabbed the collar of her thin jacket.

"Show some respect, don't you even know where you are?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't know where this is! Let me go home already!"

"Don't play dumb, missy, you should know this is the office of the Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold!" Sakura glared back as hard as she could. The man was definitely not listening to a word she was saying.

"I don't care what who this 'Minister of Magic' is! It's impolite to drag random people into your little hideout, even if they are lost!" A stick poked her on the side of the neck. Others were pointed at her as well. Anger was bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you telling me, that you dragged a Muggle into the ministry?" the wizen woman said for the first time in this conversation.

"She's not a muggle, she is capable of using magic! There's magic dominant in her body as well, strong magic...she erected a barrier to fend off the dementor."

"I told you not to use the dementors any more," the lady scolded. The man shut up immediately after apologizing. This must be the Minister of Magic or something, Millicent Bagnold.

Bagnold's eyes, brown and weary, were set upon Harry who hadn't moved once during this.

"What is that you are holding, young lady?" The group of her 'kidnappers' just realized that she was hugging something to her chest beneath the white ropes that bound her. Some of them made a move towards her.

"Leave us alone!" she yelled. Bagnold raised her head at this.

"Us?"

The lump clutched on her, shifted and a whimper was heard.

"It's alive!" Gasps floated in the air. Harry peeked out just a bit, tears clouded his green eyes. The man with the strong grip spoke up all of a sudden.

"That scar! It's…..Harry Potter!"

Sakura rubbed her arm. She pulled back the sleeve to see a purpling bruise. They had unbound her and grabbed Harry from her, even with Harry's refusal and thrashing. They kept saying he was 'confunded'. The kid was scared out of his wits! Then they started accusing her of kidnapping him.

Even after many tries to explain, they dragged her into the elevator which descended until it reached a floor which the female voice called 'The Department Mysteries'. She was shoved into a cell down the stairs, and locked in. A pair of glowing old handcuffs was put on her before they left. But she was not alone, a strange person was outside keeping guard, glancing in sometimes through the small barred window which let in a stream of dim light.

The cell was completely black, the floor damp, and the supposed bed was nothing more than a wooden plank stuck in the wall attached to chains on the walls. It also reeked.

Sakura couldn't believe her luck, first she got lost, loses Harry, gets lost again, is captured by a group of strangely dressed people, dragged by unknown means to this weird building, then accused of kidnapping Harry, and now shoved into a dark cell, isolated like some medieval thief.

There was no use complaining about it, her captors showed they had no interest on her side of the story. The only option left was to bust herself out. Even though they searched her body, they didn't find the Star Cards, which were safe in her inside pocket.

First, she could use "Through" to get pass the wall, 'Shield' for defence, and 'Firey' to distract them as she got up the stairs. The 'Department of Mysteries' was a very empty place as she had seen herself; no one would notice her. She remembered that one of her captors had taken Harry to a room adjoined with office of the Minister. She'll have to ride the elevator to the top..hopefully she can break into the compartment and take a one way express there. She could easily break down the door to the office, prepared to fight the minister. If all goes well, she'll save Harry hopefully get out of this place in one piece. The only problem was where the exit was. There were no signs of windows so she can't tell what level they were on and she had no clue how she even got here in the first place. She'd just have to worry about that later, she had to get out and get Harry back before she gets out anyways.

First she had to break the handcuffs; 'Sword' would do well for this situation. The moment she called on the card, a sharp pain throbbed in her body. She tried again, the same thing happened. The card wouldn't appear and she was riddled with pain.

"It must be these handcuffs." The feeble cuffs were glowing green, turning red every time tried to draw out her magic.

"It must be restricting my magic…" Sakura mumbled to herself. Who were these people? They obviously know about magic, those sticks must have something to do with it. She could sense average amount of magical energy in them earlier. The cell seemed to be encased in magic too. What were they going to do with her? Tomoyo must be worried out of her head now, she's probably contacted Eriol by now.

What if they keep her here forever? How would Tomoyo and Eriol explain for Brother and Father about what happened to her? What would happen to the Star Cards? They would be found sooner or later.

What would happen to Harry?

"Oh my god, how could this have happened?" Tomoyo sobbed.

Kero and Tomoyo were now in a private room in a building they called, The Leaky Cauldron. She had spent half an hour trying to contact Sakura. She also waited for the same bus to return to the stop, but she wasn't on it. After panicking for a good 20 minutes, she had enough sense to phone Eriol.

FLASHBACKNESSSS

Tomoyo's shaking fingers pressed the keys on her light violet cell phone. She had already dialled wrong 4 times. This time she got it right. She pressed the phone to her ear and listen to the phone trying to connect.

"Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up," she prayed. A click on the other side was heard.

"Hello?"

"E-eriol?"

"Yes it's me, what's wrong Tomoyo-san?"

"S-sakura-chan didn't get off on the right stop…I can't contact her through the phone, and, oh, what am I going to do….." she moaned. She was outside of the police station and Kero was perched on her stomach trying to calm her down.

"Calm down, Tomoyo-san, I'm sure Sakura-san is fine, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself as well as Harry," Eriol's comforting voice floated through the ear piece, soothing her tears.

"I-I just can't help but feel worried about them…."

"Why don't I come and pick you up? There's nothing you can do right now, my friend here may be able to help us though. I'll call Nakuru to drive you over here, I'll contact Spinnel Sun so he can inform us if Sakura-chan came back home with Harry, ok?"

"Ok…."

Eriol flipped his phone shut. He sighed and turned back towards the old man in front of him. A long white beard drooped down to his waist, but his blue eyes held a bright twinkle behind the half moon spectacles. The man folded his arms, offering a small smile.

"I'm very sorry, but one of my guests is missing…"

"I heard everything and I would be glad if I could be of assistance," he said. Eriol gave him a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Albus, if you would excuse me, I have to phone someone to pick up my other guest."

"Go ahead." Eriol got up and turned to exit the room, he turned back for one moment and added something.

"Oh, and help yourself to the sherbet lemons, they're in the blue tin."

FLASHBACKNESSSS ENDS

Eriol rubbed her back soothingly.

"We should get back to the manor now, it's already eight. Albus is making contacts with the authorities in the Ministry of Magic, and they should be able to track her magical signature." Tomoyo nodded. Kero sat at the windowsill staring at the incomplete moon. He had a nagging feeling something bad had happened to his mistress, but he wasn't sure what it was.

After getting back to the manor, they all fell into an uneasy sleep. First thing in the morning after a slightly burnt breakfast, at the stroke of 8, they patiently awaited the arrival of one headmaster. Soon, the doorbell rang loudly.

"Albus, thanks for coming." The others greeted him and they entered the living room.

"I've taken the liberty to connect your fireplace to the floo network; so we can get from here to the minister," Albus said, he pulled leather bag from deep within the folds of his robe. He walked over to the fireplace. A wave of his hand and a small flame was lit, slowly and steadily growing.

"Um…..if you don't mind me asking, Mr. Dumbledore, sir, but what is the fire for?" Tomoyo asked politely. The room's temperature went up. The summertime is not fit for a roaring fire. The others watched curiously as Albus stepped back, and untied the leather pouch.

"This is floo powder," He held out the pouch so they could see the strange ash like compound. "Grab a handful and toss it in the fire, then you step in and say "Ministry of Magic" very clearly, make sure you don't mispronounce. If all is done well, you will find yourself tumbling out of one of the fires in the Ministry. Please wait there until everyone arrives."

He held it out for them but Tomoyo was a little hesitant. Eriol offered to go first.

"I've traveled by floo before, it's not that hard, watch me."

Eriol reached into the pouch and withdrew a hand full of floo powder. Tossing it into the flames turned it emerald green. A deep breath and he stepped into the green fire, saying very clearly, "Ministry of Magic", before vanishing from sight. The green fire slowly reverted back to its orange, yellow, red colour.

Tomoyo reached into the pouch as well. The fine sand like compound was slipping through her fingers and sprinkling all over the pristine carpet. She hastily chucked it in the fire which burned emerald green once again. She stood there, staring at the burning green flames.

"Go on, Miss Daidouji," Albus said from behind her. She took a deep breath and stepped into the fire. The flames waved round her legs. They didn't burn her though, not a bit. And finally she spoke with a bit of difficulty, "Ministry of Magic." "She felt as if she was being spun around, her eye closed so the floating ashes wouldn't get into her eyes. She felt the ashes settle somewhat, and then she risked peeking out. Eriol's face came into view. She knew she needed to get out.

Crouching slightly, she walked out of the fire, stumbling on her wobbling legs.

A pair of dark blue clothed arms reached out and held her steady.

"Be Careful." Tomoyo blushed lightly and thanked Eriol for helping her. Shortly after, Nakuru, with Kero and Suppi in her pockets, bounced out of the fireplace.

"That was fun!" Tomoyo, Kero, and Suppi sweatdropped. Eriol merely smiled pleasantly. Albus Dumbledore appeared as well, but not from the fireplace, just seemingly out of nowhere.

Just then, Tomoyo realized her surroundings. She was in a room filled with fireplaces, once in a while, a witch or wizard (as she had been told) dressed in their bizarre robes, appeared into the room from the blazing green fires that burst to life. The floor was polished and made of marble, and she could see, in the next room, a fountain made from gold and more wizards and witches appearing with a small popping sound.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

To Be Continued

That was another chapter by yours truly, Ankaris123, glad to be at your service even if I do work poorly, my good Yam has offered to be my Beta! Yay Yam! So the chapters, which will be updated way less frequently as school has started again, will be posted after they have been checked over, which won't take long, but that all depends of Yam is online… Stay tune for next time on Just Coincidental!

Note from Yam: Finally, I've beta'd all your chapters so far. Seriously though, stop it with all the commas, you totally overuse them. XD No, but really, sometimes you used them instead of periods. Sorry If I left any spelling mistakes on any of the Japanese names. I'm not good with Japanese names, let alone names from Card Captor Sakura. Oh, and yes, I know who Jim and Ted are! (The weatherman and anchorman...forget what book though) Beat that funkysirius!