AN: Yes. I did it. I chopped up JKRs writing. I'm sorry. It was evil. I know. But for the good of the story, I didn't take EVERYTHING directly from OotP. (Ex: Lucius talking to Harry for a pageish while everyone else just chills) I took bits from the movie as well. I'm sorry if your mad the story isn't perfect. That is all.

June 17th, 1996 - The Department of Mysteries

Harry Potter's arm slowly stretched out towards the dusty orb on resting on shelf number ninety seven. His hand closed around the glass, and his surrounding friends let out slow sighs of relief, as if they were expecting something dramatic to happen.

"Very good, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me." Lucius said as he walked up behind Harry.

Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters stepped forward, into the dim light of the Department of Mysteries. Wands from both sides slowly raised in all directions, but the teenagers were still outnumbered.

"To me, Potter." Lucius repeated, his hand reaching towards the prophecy.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry said.

Bellatrix gave a triumphant cackle of laughter. "The Dark Lord always knows!" A few of the other Death Eaters joined in on her taunting.

"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry shouted, his hand clenching harder on the prophecy, displaying his frustration.

Bellatrix laughed again, this time louder. "Idiot boy, dear Sirius isn't here! You brought everyone here -" She gestured to the group of teenagers surrounding Harry. "For nothing."

One of the Death Eaters behind Bellatrix grew impatient. He took in a deep breath and shouted, "Accio Proph-"

But Harry was ready for that. "Protego!" he shouted, and the glass orb remained stationary in his hand.

Bellatrix cackled for a third time. With a flick of her wand, she removed her mask and it turned into a dark cloud of vapor. "He knows how to play! Itty, bity, baby… POTTER." she scoffed.

"Bellatrix Lestrange…" A boy said to no one in particular.

"Ah. Neville Longbottom, is it?" Bellatrix grew a large smile, showing her rotted teeth, courtesy of fourteen years in Azkaban. "How's mum and dad?"

Neville clenched his fist around his wand. "Better, now that they're about to be avenged!" He raised his wand no sooner than Bellatrix had raised her own.

But before either could throw and spells at each other, Lucius interjected. "Now… Let's all just… Calm down. Now Potter… Hand that prophecy to me."

"What kind of prophecy is this, anyway? Why does Voldemort want it?" Harry said calmly, his eyes not leaving Lucius'.

Bellatrix let out a gasp. "You dare speak his name?" she whispered.

"Yeah," said Harry, his fist closing even tighter on the glass ball." Yeah, I've got no problem saying Vold-"

"Shut your mouth!" she shrieked. "You dare speak the Dark Lord's name, you dare besmirch it with your half blood's tongue, you dare-"

"Did you know he's a half blood, too?" Harry blurted out.

Bellatrix froze. Voldemort had never discussed his blood status, but through his insults thrown at those with 'lesser purity' and the scoffs he made at the blood traitors and Muggles, she, and other Death Eaters as well, has assumed he was pureblood.

"Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch, but his dad was a Muggle… Or has he been telling you lot he's pureblood?"

Bellatrix unleashed her sudden frustration. "STUPEFY!"

But Lucius deflected her spell, causing it to hit a string of prophecies a few rows down.

"NO! DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

Bellatrix lowered her wand. Through the sudden silence, whispers from the shattered prophecies echoed throughout the department.

"He dared… he dares… He stands there… filthy half blood.." She mumbled.

"So why did Voldemort send me to get the prophecy?" Harry said calmly, as if Bellatrix had never attempted to attack him. "Why didn't he come get it himself?"

Bellatrix gave another cackle of childlike laughter. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are ever so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting time on my dear cousin?"

"So he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?" Harry seemed to ramble. "Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it… and Bode?"

"Very good, Potter, very good…" Lucius said slowly. "But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintelli-"

"NOW!" Harry yelled.

"REDUCTO!" Five voices coming from behind Harry bellowed. The curses flew in all directions, exploding the shelves they hit behind them.

"RUN!"

"We'll split into pairs, be gentle with Potter until we've got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary… Bellatrix, Rodolphus, take the left!" Lucius commanded

At that, Bellatrix and her husband ran off, towards the direction of Neville Longbottom.

Jinxes and curses were shot everywhere, crashing shelves, knocking out her fellow Death Eaters, and being narrowly avoided by Harry, Neville, and the other teenagers.

There was a final crash, and suddenly everything went silent. She stopped in row number eighty seven, and her footsteps echoed throughout the department, them being the only sounds made. Bellatrix saw a shadow rush to the next row.

After a quick intake of breath, Bellatrix whispered, "Rodolphus, go back…" She indicated behind them, determined to be alone. "Go check on the others."

Rodolphus looked as if he were about to protest, but after a glare from his unloving wife, he ran off.

After another moment's pause, Bellatrix giggled. "Come out, come out, Neville Longbottom… Don't you want to see your mummy and daddy avenged?"

The shadow slowly raised its' wand. Bellatrix smiled.

"Expeliarmus!" She shrieked. A red jet shot from her wand, and Neville's shadow bolted off, Bellatrix right after him.

Just minutes later, Bellatrix had lost track of Neville. It seemed as if she wasn't the only one who couldn't find any of the teenagers, as all the spells shouted were from the low voices of Death Eaters, and the room quickly went silent again.

Lucius rushed in from a different row. "This way, this way!" He yelled, pointing to a door directly in front of them.

After rushing into the room. Bellatrix saw Harry laying flat on his back along with the others.

Loud cracks erupted throughout the room as the Death Eaters apparated around, grabbing whoever they could find. Bellatrix was delighted to find that she had grabbed Neville Longbottom.

"Potter, your race is run." Lucius laughed. "Now, give me the prophecy like a good boy…"

"Don't give it to him, Harry!" Neville shouted. Bellatrix slapped her wand against his neck to shut him up.

Harry looked around at his friends, then to the prophecy, then finally to Lucius. He slowly reached out his arm, prophecy in and, and placed it into Lucius'.

Just as the prophecy touched his hand, five people from the Order of the Phoenix sprinted in: Lupin, Kingsley, Moody, Tonks, and Bellatrix's favorite cousin, Sirius Black.

Lucius spun around and raised his wand, but Tonks was too quick. A stunning spell flew across the room, and there was a sudden crash. The prophecy was broken.

And all the dueling drowned out the prophecy's whispers.

Bellatrix caught an eye of Sirius, who was dueling Yaxley and Rodolphus by he archway with Harry. Filled with a sudden infuriation, she dashed off to meet him.

"EXPELIARMUS!" Harry shouted, disarming Rodolphus.

"Nice one, James!" Sirius said as he proceeded to disarm Yaxley.

"STUPEFY!" Bellatrix shouted. The spell zoomed over Sirius' head.

"Harry! Go!" Sirius yelled, just noticing his cousin.

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius shouted. The green jet of light was narrowly avoided by Bellatrix. Sirius then gave his own cackle of mad laughter.

"Abandon the family and then kill me, Sirius?" Bellatrix gave him a half smile, and another jet of light shot from her wand, missing Sirius by barely an inch. Sirius laughed.

"C'mon, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing.

The final jet of light hit him just above his heart.

Sirius' eyes widened in shock, knowing what was about to happen. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, and his body fell gracefully to the floor.

Just as he touched the shadowy veil hanging from the crumbling archway, he disappeared.

Bellatrix let out a triumphant scream.

"SIRIUS!" Harry, who was apparently watching from afar, came into view. "SIRIUS!"

After taking a look at Bellatrix, Harry sprinted after her.

Bellatrix cackled as she ran towards the Ministry's entrance.

"I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK! I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!" She taunted, and then threw a spell at Harry, but he had seemingly disappeared. Bellatrix stopped running and spun around.

"Come out, come out, little Harry!" She called, her baby voice echoing. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!"

"I am!" Harry yelled, his voice also echoing. "I am!"

Bellatrix gave another bout of mad laughter.

Stupid coward! Sirius got what he deserved! She thought, for mere words could not overcome her laughter.

Harry ran out from behind a fountain. "CRUCIO!"

The spell knocked Bellatrix off of her feet, but she did not feel any pain. Harry ran over towards her, and raised his wand as if he were about to do it again- or something worse. But he just stared.

"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" She panted, her voice now serious. "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!"

"Kill her, Harry… She deserves it, she killed Sirius… You know the spell…" A snakelike voice hissed.

And out of nowhere, at the very spot that the voice had just came from, Lord Voldemort appeared.

Bellatrix gasped, but Voldemort paid little attention to her.

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter." he hissed, glaring at Harry. "You have irked me too often, for too long." He raised his wand, but the loud crack of apparation cut him off.

Voldemort turned around. "What? Dumbledore!"

With that, Bellatrix ran to the nearest fireplace, which was directly behind her. "Malfoy Manor!" she whispered, then sunk into the green flames.

There was a flash of green light, and then the Ministry disappeared.