Of Wizards, Akuma, and Exorcists
Forty-seven: Battle at the Ministry
Disclaimer: I do not own any D. Gray-Man or Harry Potter characters/settings. They rightfully belong to Mr. Hoshino (D. Gray-Man) and Ms. Rowling (Harry Potter). Also, some conversations between the Harry Potter characters are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and that also does not belong to me!
It became apparent to the Exorcists that their sole enemy was no longer in this dimension as they fought the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries. There was no sign or shadow of the Millennium Earl or the Noah or Akuma, only the dark wizards who wove in and out of their sight with the intent to kill any that got in their way.
For some reasons, these wizards broke Allen's heart more than the Akuma did.
"Death, destruction, sorrow, sadness, anger," Miranda whispered as she sent a well-aimed jinx at one of the Death Eaters. "These people.. they seek such things. Why must they be like so?"
"...It is greed, Miranda, greed and greed alone," Allen told her softly before he parted with her, the two of them jumping to avoid an oncoming curse.
"All right, Harry?" Lavi asked the black haired boy as he skidded to a half beside him and Neville Longbottom. "Still have your prophecy?"
"Yeah," Harry gasped. The three boys moved quickly, swerving to dodge a curse, and when Lavi spun around to ask where Ron and the others were, a thick arm flew past his ear and wrapped itself tightly around Harry's neck like a snake. The Death Eater lifted Harry off his feet, strangling him.
"Give it to me," he growled, "give me the prophecy--"
"Why you!" Lavi grunted, preparing to punch the man, but Neville beat him to it as he lunged at the Death Eater with a roar. He jabbed a wand into the mask's eyehole, and Harry, released at once, turned and Stupefied his attacker without a second's hesitation.
"Thanks!" he said to Neville as Sirius Black and his opponenet Death Eater flitted past, dueling fiercely.
"Tarantallegra!" yelled another Death Eater, pointing his wand at Neville as he stepped over Alastor Moody's unconscious body. The jinx immediately sent Neville's legs into a frenzied dance that resembled tap dancing, and Lavi was pushed away by the limbs as they threatened to kick him at any moment, and Harry yelled, "Protego!" just as the Death Eater came to attack again.
"Accio Proph--"
"Oh no you don't!'
Sirius returned, knocking the Death Eater away with his shoulder and dueling him now. Lavi made sure Harry still had his hold on the glass ball that was the cause of all this chaos, and he slipped away to find his comrades.
He met up with Lenalee and Kanda, who were dragging Moody's body to a safer corner, and the three of them leaped back into action just as they saw Harry throw a Body-Bind Charm at Sirius's Death Eater, and the boy be pushed to the ground by Sirius as a Killing Curse barely missed them. Nymphadora Tonks was falling down the steps, and Bellatrix Lestrange was rejoining the rest of the fight. Sirius got to his feet and began to duel with her, and Allen was now trying to help Harry and Neville from Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father, who had appeared out of nowhere. Miranda and Krory had disappeared.
"Impedimenta!" Harry and Allen yelled together, knocking Malfoy away with full force. They both kept their eyes on the man, but just when he tried to come at them again, Remus Lupin intercepted.
"Harry, round up the other and GO!" Allen told Harry now, wiping blood from his cheek as it trickled form the cut he'd received from a wild jinx that scratched him. He got to his feet, looking around for the other Exorcists.
Harry nodded and seized Neville, whose legs were still failing around like crazy. Allen cursed himself for not knowing the counter-spell, but he forced himself to concentrate on the fight around him.
"Come on!" Harry gasped. "Just try and push with your legs--"
Just a moment after, there was an unidentifiable sound Allen thought might be the sound of something ripping, and a glass ball looking suspiciously like Harry's propecy zipped past him and smashed on the step right by his foot. A pearly white figure rose from the broken pieces, a woman with glasses that magnified her eyes tenfold, rose like mist. Over the din of the battle, Allen could only make out a few words at the end of the prophecy...
"And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The ne with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
"What...?" Allen muttered as Sibyll Trelawney disappeared. "What is she... talking about?"
"Harry, I'b sorry!" Neville cried. "I'b so sorry, Harry, I didn'd bean do--"
"It doesn't matter!" Harry yelled. "Just try and stand, let's get out of-"
"Dubbledore!"
"What?"
"DUBBLEDORE!"
Allen spun on his heels, recognizing the name Neville was trying to say through his broken nose. And indeed, Albus Dumbledore stood there, above them, white faced and furious, his wand raised, as Komui Lee leaped out from behind him and gave Allen a relieved and assuring smile.
Allen watched as the great wizard hurried past him, rounding up the Death Eaters swiftly and calmly. Only two were still fighting, and Sirius laughed as he ducked Bellatrix Lestrange's jet of red light.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" he taunted.
And she did do better as the second light - a bright green light - struck Sirius square on the chest.
Allen felt the blood drain from his being, watching as he laughter on the man's chest slipped off slowly, as his eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back.
Sirius Black stumbled and fell. Down... down... slowly, as if time was struggling to go on, to finish this terrible scene... the man fell through the etheral looking veil the middle of the room, and all was watching.
"Oh, dear Lord," Allen whispered softly. "No..."
And Harry was screaming. Screaming... screaming.
"SIRIUS!" the boy's voice rang, loud as a gunshot, sharp as a knife, heartbreaking and heartbroken. "SIRIUS!"
Harry made to reach for the veil, stumbling as he ran toward the dais. He was stopped by Lupin, who caught him around the chest, and Allen, who grabbed his hand.
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!" Harry was yelling.
"It's too late, Harry--" Lupin struggled.
"We can still reach him--"
Allen shook his head and placed a hand on the black haired boy's shoulder. He hadn't known Sirius as well as Harry, hadn't known him long. But even he couldn't deny the small tingling in his heart as he said sadly to Harry, delivering to him the most tragic news. He knew this pain, the pain of losing a loved one... a father.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing.. He's gone," he said, hating his own words.
But Harry was determined to disagree. "He isn't gone!" he spat. He resumed to fight Lupin's hold. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"
"He can't come back, Harry," Lupin grunted in a cracking voice. "He can't come back, because he's d--"
"HE - IS - NOT - DEAD! SIRIUS!"
The fight was still going on around them, but it seemed as if Harry and the two around him were trapped in a bubble where sound couldn't reach. Isolated, separated, part of another dimension, where nothing else mattered but the deep desire that Sirius Black was not dead. But Allen knew, more than anything, that it as best for Harry to acknowledge the truth of his godfather's death, lest he be overcome by a despair deeper than anything else. He knew. He had been to those depths before.
"Harry," he said. "You have to stop this. You know. I know you do. Sirius won't be coming back, he can't. He's really gone."
He expected Harry to argue again, but it seemed the boy was drained of all fight now. He was staring at the dais blankly, the thin trace of hope glinting feebly in his eye, but even that will die soon...
"Harry?" Neville said, tumbling down toward them. His face was still covered in blood from when his nose had been broken. "Harry... I'b really sorry... Was dat man - was Sirius Black a - a friend of yours?"
Harry nodded silently.
"Here. Finite," Lupin said, waving his wand at Neville's wild legs, and Neville's feet found stable ground once again. "Let's - let's find the others. Where are they all, Neville?"
"Dey're all back dere," Neville answered. "A brain addacked Ron bud I dink he's all righd - and Herbione's unconscious, bud we could feel a pulse--"
"Aaaaaaarrrggh!"
All four of them snapped their heads up at the yell of pain, and they saw Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had jumped in to duel Bellatrix Lestrange in Sirius's place, falling to the ground. Lestrange, spun on her heels and darted past Dumbledore, who aimed a spell to catch her. She deflected it and was halfway up the steps leading to the door-
"Harry - no!" Lupin gasped, and Allen was momentarily dumbfounded as Harry flitted after Lestrange.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" Harry yelled over his shoulder. "SHE KILLED HIM - I'LL KILL HER!"
"Oh no!" Allen waved a hand at Lupin and Neville as he ran after Harry. God knew what humans would do in a state of anger such as that. He couldn't let Harry hurt himself.
Why not? He's angry. You would have done the same if it was Mana that was just killed.
The truth, spoken by his own mind, stung Allen's heart. It was true. If Sirius had been his godfather... Allen didn't know what he would have done. He would have wanted to avenge him, most likely. Get revenge by killing the one who killed him.
But Harry... Harry was too kind. If he acted out of his sorrow, anger, and hatred, without thinking, he would do something that he would regret for the rest of his life...
I can't let that happen.
"Harry! Wait!" he yelled as the angry boy raced into the lift after Lestrange.
They arrived in the Atrium of the Ministry.
There was a loud din the moment Allen stepped out of the lift. A curse Lestrange fired at Harry had missed and hit the wrought gold gates at the end of the Atrium, causing a loud bell like noise to ring throughout the area. Harry was crouched behind the statues of a great fountain in the middle of the room, and Lestrange was staring in his general direction, a smirk on her face. Neither noticed Allen.
"Come out, come out, little Harry!" Lestrange said in a sing-song voice. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!"
"I am!" Harry yelled, and his voice echoed eerily around them.
"Aaaaaaah... did you love him, little baby Potter?" Lestrange cooed.
Allen knew what would happen even before it did. As Harry flung himself out of behind the statues and raised his wand, he yelled, "No! Harry, don't!" but it was oo late.
"Crucio!" Harry said loudly, and Lestrange screamed, falling backward onto the ground. However, she did not writhe in pain, and by the time Allen had run up to shield Harry from further attacks, she was back on her feet, all laughter gone from her face as she breathed roughly. She raised her wand.
"Look out!" Allen instinctively pushed Harry behind the fountain once again as the witch's counterspell hit the head of a statue of a wizard. The head flew off and landed several deet away, scratching deep marks onto the wooden floor. Allen ducked down with Harry as Lestrange began to speak again.
"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" she cackled. "You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you how it is done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson- Crucio!"
Allen and Harry, who'd been edging around the fountain on the other side, ducked again as a centaur's stone arm was blasted off from the statue.
"Potter, you cannot win against me!" Lestrange cried. She and Allen and Harry were circling the fountain now, away from each other, and, at the same time, toward each other. "I was and am the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, and your friend can never hope to compete-"
"Stupefy!" Allen said sharply, sending the spell at Lestrange. He ducked down immediately, however, as she reacted so quickly that he barely had any warning
"Protego!"
Allen's Stunning Spell bounced back and hit a goblin's ear, knocking that off as well. It seemed that Death Eaters weren't satisfied unless they caused at least some kind of damage with each spell they cast.
"Potter, I am going to give you and your friend once chance!" Lestrange shouted at them. "Give me the prophecy - roll it out toward me now - and I may spare your life!"
Allen gritted his teeth and felt Harry shift beside him. The black haired boy replied back to Lestrange's threat. "Well, you're going to have to kill me, because it's gone!" he yelled, and Allen saw that his face was scrunched up in pain. "And he knows! Your dear old mate Voldemort knows it's gone! He's not going to be happy with you, is it?"
"What? What do you mean?" Lestrange's voice, for the first time tonight, sounded frightened.
"The prophecy smashed," Allen told her calmly. "It smashed when Harry was trying to get Neville up the steps. What do you think, Lestrange, Voldemort will say about that, then?" Next to him, Harry had tears falling from his eyes, and Allen put a hand on the boy's shoulder to steady him.
Allen knew, from the way Harry was acting, that they didn't have much time.
Voldemort was coming...
I feel really bad about takind thirty-one days to update this story. Seriously, something must have been wrong with my rain. Apart from going on the school trip, there must have been soemthing that completely blew one month out of my system. But now, I have updated, and I feel much better.
Sorry to everyone for the major delay!