I had to get to London by broomstick. That would take over five hours from Hogwarts! He could be dead by then.
I leaned forward and flew faster, pushing 60mph. After a few hours I was getting a little tired and my stomach was growling angrily, so I used the bedazzling hex and pulled down into an alley in a town. I stowed away my broom in my pouch and released my hex. I turned into the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I looked around at the buildings for a quick place to eat. Bakehouse Hill Coffee Shop. It was a nice stone building with a tapestry sign. It didn't look like a busy place to me. Perhaps it was a "mom & pop" shop in someone's home. I decided to go there, but I was shocked at what I saw. It was a fancy restaurant.
"May I take your robe, Miss?" a man with a suit asked.
"Huh?" I looked down to see I was wearing my Hogwarts robe. "Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks"
"Follow me to your seat, please," he crinkled his nose, leading me to a table. "I'll be back with your water in a moment"
"Actually, can you bring a menu? I'm sort of in a hurry"
"Of course, Miss," he smiled politely before leaving at a relaxed pace. I found myself bouncing my knee with anticipation as I waited. I had wanted a quick grab-and-go, not a five-course meal!
"Here you are. Can I start you off with some tea?" he asked, pouring some water. He offered me a menu, but I didn't bother opening it.
"I'll have the salad," I handed it back to him.
"Which one? We have the ceasar, house-"
"It doesn't matter"
He seemed taken aback by my rudeness. "Well, for dressings we have the raspberry-"
"Raspberry is fine"
"I'll go put in your order," he closed his little book and tried to conceal his glare. Thankfully, the salad didn't take long to come, although it felt like forever. I scarfed it down, with a few wandering stares from other customers, and flagged down my waiter.
"Yes?" he asked.
"My bill, please"
"I'll go get it"
"No, wait," I fished in my pockets and pulled out a galleon, since I didn't have any muggle money with me. "Will this be enough?"
His eyes widened as he took the coin. "I don't think we have enough change for this"
"It's fine, keep it," I said, standing from my chair. I finished my water off and threw on my robe before leaving the restaurant. I quickened my pace and turned into a dark alley. I whipped out my wand and recast the hex, turning me invisible. Two guys turned into the alley, looking around confusedly. I whipped out my broom and zipped forward right in-between the two men. They stumbled and fell, and I chuckled as I flew above the buildings.
"Point me," I muttered, causing my wand to spin in the palm of my hand. I followed it due south, making sure that if I turned, even a little, that it was east.
It only took a couple of hours, then. I found the Ministry and landed on front of the doors. I put my broom in my pouch and walked towards the doors. They were, of course, locked.
"Alohamora," the door obliged and I slipped in. It didn't take long for me to find the Department of Mysteries. I had been there before, for the trial. That and the female voice telling me which department I was in whenever I opened a door. That helped.
"Department of Mysteries," the woman's voice rang from above. I wandered through the dark room with only my wand's light to lead the way.
Hall of Prophecies
It seemed to be calling to me, in a way. It might sound crazy, but I thought I heard a voice. Not a man's voice, though. It was a woman's.
I opened the door slowly, my wand at the ready.
To my surprise- it was empty. The corridor ran long until it disappeared into blackness. I was drawn by a woman's voice down the corridor. As I drew closer, the words became clearer.
"Born from darkness, conceived by light, a choice must be made, a path must she take, to decide our futures, to determine her fate…"
It was my mom's voice.
The shadows swirled into the form of a man, fully cloaked in black. I directed my wand at him, ready to cast a spell in a moment's notice. My heart thumped in my chest, pulsating through my arm and into my wand.
"Where is he? Where is my father?"
"Patience. You may see your father, but- you must give me that right there"
I looked at the glass ball, swirling with magic. It was still speaking, and I wondered briefly if he could hear it. I wondered, then, why I felt as if I knew the words before they were spoken. It was almost as if I had heard them before.
"Yes," he breathed as I reached towards the shelf, "give me the prophecy"
If I gave this to him, he would have leverage. He could kill me on the spot- and my father. For all I knew, my father could be dead.
"Let me see my father, first," I insisted, my hard gaze set on his mask.
"Very well," he swept his wand over his face. His mask disappeared into smoke, revealing his face.
My face.