AN: Here's the next chapter. I'll try to get chapter 4 up soon, but it's midterms this week.

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We decided that the best time to go to the Department of Mysteries would be the following night. After dinner finished in the Great Hall, I was supposed to meet Hermione, Luna, and Neville in the Room of Requirement. We all made it there, along with one addition.

"How many times do I have to say this? You can't come, Draco." Unfortunately, Draco was stubborn. In some cases, that might have been a good thing, but not right now.

"Why can't I go? Give me one good reason."

"Where Voldemort is, so is your father," I said solemnly. Realization finally dawned in Draco's eyes. "You are staying here. We don't need you getting killed."

"Fine," Draco replied calmly.

"When we get there, follow me. I know how to get to the Department of Mysteries. Now, I have absolutely no idea what we will find once we're inside. Don't touch anything, stay as quiet as you can, and most importantly, stick together. Voldemort will find us soon enough."

We were wandering through racks upon racks of prophesies. Each one looked like the next, and pretty soon we were totally and completely lost.

"I thought you said that Voldemort would find us soon," Hermione said accusingly. I rolled my eyes.

"You're honestly eager to come face to face with an evil wizard?" I retorted.

"Well, of course not! I just don't like wandering around, waiting until we fall-"

"Right into a trap," a voice said from the shadows behind me. I whipped around to where I could hear footsteps coming from. About five seconds later, the outline of a figure could be seen. During the next ten seconds, I was able to fully see the person.

First into the light was the black robe. Next, I saw the pale white, bony hands of the figure. Finally, there was the face. The eyes were blood red, the bones seemed to protrude out from the face, and the nose. There was no nose.

Voldemort.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said. "You have fallen right into my trap."

"On the contrary." I nonchalantly put my hand behind my back where Voldemort could not see what I was doing. "I came here with full knowledge that this was a trap. I am here to prove something," I responded.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"I'm not a liar, and I'm proving that to the idiots of the world."

"Idiots?" Voldemort asked curiously. I could see outlines of other people appearing behind Voldemort. My hand twitched behind my back, and my wand fell into my hand from where I had kept it up my sleeve.

"Yes. Idiots. People like Cornelius Fudge."

"I can't disagree with you there," Voldemort said with a chuckle. The people were becoming clearer now, and I could see long blond hair on the person just to Voldemort's right. One glance behind me informed me that nobody else had noticed the figures. Why weren't they seeing the Death Eaters?

"So I suppose we have one goal in common?" Voldemort abruptly stopped laughing.

"What might that be?"

"Take down the Minister."

"You would willingly take down a member of the light side?"

"I don't know if I am on the light side, Tom, so why would I care if I took down one of their leaders?" I replied. Voldemort's eyes grew dark at the mention of his former name, but he did not say anything on the subject. "I will make a proposition for you." I heard two of my friends behind me gasp, which I assumed were Hermione and Neville. I didn't know if it was because of what I had just said, or because the Death Eaters were now in full light.

"What makes you think that I would want to work with you?" Voldemort spat.

"Well, if we were to take down the Minister, then we would prove that I was not a liar, and you would also have another chance to gain some more power in the ministry." Voldemort looked thoughtful for a moment.

"How would this work?" he asked.

"We would call a truce." Voldemort looked ready to interrupt, but I spoke over him. "The truce would only last for however long it took to take down the Minister." The Death Eaters behind Voldemort were starting to draw their wands.

"Put away your wands," he ordered them. Everyone except for Lucius Malfoy began to protest. Instead, he glanced once at me and obediently slid his wand back into the top of his cane. After a look from Voldemort, everyone else followed. "We will accept this small request. After all, this most likely won't take more than a day." He turned back to me. "What is it that I must do? I assume you already have a plan."

"I do have a plan, and it's quite simple. Let them see you."

"What?"

"You must make sure that Fudge and his people see you. Then they will know that I am not lying."

"Fine."

I slid my wand back into my sleeve and turned to my friends. Hermione's face was shocked, but looked understanding. Neville looked slightly afraid. Luna was smiling.

"Luna?" I asked her curiously.

"I'm surprised that you would make a truce with your enemy."

"Why shouldn't I?" Luna didn't respond; she just went back to smiling.

My friends and I were standing in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic. On the other side of the room were Voldemort and his follows. The atrium was empty. The fireplaces were wuiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were breathing and the occasional sigh from an impatient person.

One fireplace turned green all of a sudden. Everyone in the room turned to face the green flames to see who would come out. As expected, Headmaster Dumbledore and Minister Fudge appeared. A few seconds later, dozens of other fireplaces started turning green as more people appeared in the room.

"Hello, Minister," I said loudly. "It seems you've finally arrived. Would you care to revise your opinion of me?"

"I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Potter," the minister replied coolly.

"I am not a liar. All of the proof that you need is on the other side of this room." Minister Fudge turned to look where I had motioned. His eyes widened in fear for a split second before a burst of green was flying across the room and directly hit him in the chest.

There was silence among the people who had come with the minister before they all rushed over to the fallen body. Dumbledore stood where he was and looked between Lord Voldemort and myself.

Voldemort's followers all began to apparate out of the atrium. Soon, it was just the Dark Lord himself that was left. He saluted me, and I couldn't help but laugh. I saluted in return quickly before he disappeared with a POP.

"Harry?" Dumbledore questioned. "What is going on here?"

"Nothing," I responded.

"Then why did you and Lord Voldemort seem to be getting along?"

"A truce," I said simply. "It was a truce that has just ended."

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