Elle: I wrote this chapter after watching Flashpoint…that should explain many things in this chapter…

The Ministry of Magic's entrance in London was located in an unused telephone booth at the end of an alley. Risa and Jen had taken the lead of this project and where stationed at the mouth of the alley scoping out for anything suspicious. When the coast was clear they sent the others down in the phone booth in groups of twos and threes. Finally when all that was left were themselves, Ichigo, and Marcus, the four of the squeezed into the booth and descended deep underground into the hidden world of government, miles below the underground. The lift had emptied into the deserted atrium where the rest of the team waited. When the doors clattered open Risa, Jen, Ichigo and Marcus exited and met their team by the fountain, a brilliant masterpiece of various magical creatures staring at a witch and a wizard. Communicating with brief nods Risa and her team split into three teams of three completely forgetting about Harry and the others.

Risa, whose unit composed of her, Jen and Jake, took off until…

"Hey what about us?" Harry said. "This is kinda our mission."

"Potter you and Granger come with us," Jake barked. "Sort the rest of yourselves out!"

With Harry and Hermione struggling to keep up Risa Jen and Jake sprinted the length of the bluish atrium toward the second lift. Jen slammed the button and the doors opened. Risa and the rest of them piled in, squishing themselves against each other and descended lower into the deepest bowels of the Ministry.

The lift clattered open and then they raced down several flights of stairs until they reached a door which Jen pried open. And that door opened into a circular room with several other doors. Jake counted them.

"All of us take one," he ordered approaching a door and going to turn the knob, except there was none. Not one to give up Jake unsheathed his blade and slid it through the crack between the door and the wall. Still nothing happened. He tried this maneuver with all the other doors abandoning his earlier order and finally after the fourth door it opened and he dragged the others through it.

They were now in a room filled with wooden shelves each holding glass balls each etched with different letters. Harry was jumping up and down.

"This is it…this is it!" he kept muttering. "Row forty-three…forty-four…this way guys."

Risa let Harry lead the way but her and Jake and Jen stood close behind him watching each other's backs. Jen had pulled out Bessie again; there was a foreboding aurora surrounding them and it was making her uneasy.

"Look there it is!" Harry said suddenly. They moved cautiously down row ninety-seven until they reached the end and it was empty but Risa Jake and Jen did not lower their weapons. Harry's face fell "This was where Voldemort was torturing Sirius, I-I saw it."

"You don't think Voldemort planted that vision in you to get you here do you?" Jen asked. The sight of her yielding a sniper was making Harry uneasy. Harry searched the shelves as Hermione tried to coax her friend into going home. Suddenly Jen fired the rifle making them all dive at the ground in cover.

"We surrender!" Ron yelled the tip of his vivid red hair smoking slightly. He had come over with Ginny, Marcus, Shuhei, and Ichigo and behind them were Rukia, Jack, Renji, Luna and Neville.

"Harry, may I ask what the hell you're doing?" Marcus said walking over to Harry. The bespectacled young wizard was holding one of the glass orbs in his hand, examining it intently.

"It's got my name on it," he said simply. Sure enough it did and Jen fired off another four rounds.

"Get together," she hissed. The group obeyed clustering together in a huddle with Jen, Harry and Risa in front. The barrel of Jen's rifle was smoking.

"Tut, tut Bletchley," said a cold drawling voice. "You really should be careful where you fire that thing. I doubt your mother would be pleased if her daughter came home with her hands stained red. Now if you don't mind Bletchley tell Potter to hand the Prophecy over."

A large group of people was blocking the way out. They all had on black cloaks and they all wore masks hiding their faces but the voice was recognizable. It was Lucius Malfoy, Draco, the snarky little shit's father. The people behind him were the Deatheaters, Voldemort's supporters and they outnumbered Risa's team at least two to one.

"Why?" Harry asked. Risa felt the bottom drop out her stomach. Harry was going to accidently screw them all over. He was holding the glass ball to his chest.

"Because I said so," Malfoy sneered.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry barked.

"The poor little baby," cooed the woman to the right Malfoy sarcastically. "He woke up and though the big bad nightmare was real oh boo-hoo."

Harry was pulsing hot angry fury. Risa knew the boy hadn't gone through extensive psychological training to be able to keep his emotions suppressed. He would start thinking irrationally at any given moment and it was up to Risa to keep the status quo in their favor. Malfoy wanted to ball in Potter's hand? He'd have to take down and Army of G-13 soldiers first and that wasn't exactly easy.

"Bletchley," Risa whispered in Japanese. "I need you to go do your thing, headset set on fourteen wait for me."

"Hai," she answered. Harry was still trying to negotiate with Malfoy a feat he was not succeeding at. Suddenly all of the wizards launched out and began to attack the shelves. Glass shattered everywhere and smoky figures arose from the shards. It was clear that Harry was trying to distract the Deatheaters and plan an escape but something much more subtle would have been better, henceforth the reason Risa sent out Jen to stake out.

Harry's plan had caused short of all out chaos and he started to run away with his little glass ball. Malfoy sent a few Deatheaters after him and Risa sent a few soul reapers after them.

"Bletchley," Risa hissed into her headset. "Can you get a clear shot on any of them?"

"Negative," was her response. "It's too damn dark to see anything and if I put the light on I give myself away. My unit refused to buy me infrared goggles so I'm screwed there. Right now I got nothing."

Swearing under her breath Risa threw herself onto the ground and rolled under the crack between the shelf and the floor, it was hardly big enough for her to get through but somehow she managed it.

"Can you sense my reiatsu?" Risa asked Jen.

"Yeah, are you near anyone?"

"Negative, I'm trying to get some light in here so you can get your job done."

"Arigato gozaimasu Taichou-sama,"

Meanwhile the remaining Soul Reapers and wizards were locked in a stalemate with the remaining Deatheaters. With Risa and Harry gone Jake had assumed the role of leader. After all he was a captain.

Jen on the other hand was perched on top of one of the rickety shelves with her sniper pointed at the Deatheaters. She had a clear shot on all of them but there were too many civilians around for her to be able to fire off any rounds. Risa wasn't giving any orders because the captain knew her team was outnumbered. Suddenly an idea came to Jen.

"Hey, Reese," she hissed into her headset.

"What's up Bletch?" Risa hissed back running along the corridor parallel to the stalemate.

"Would you object to me calling in backup?"

"Not really no…who ya got in mind?"

"I have a cousin in the SRU…they're like, the us of the real world."

"Do it."

Smirking at her brilliance Jen pulled out her cell phone and began punching in numbers on the keypad.

~*~*~*~*~

Meanwhile in a police station in Canada an alarm was going off. A bald middle aged man read the flashing message on the computer screen. His eyes narrowed as he read it.

"Jules," he said. "Your English cousin needs help again."