Standing outside of Snape's dungeon door I can hear what is going on inside. Severus is giving Harry a hard time for not being able to keep him out. Occlumency isn't easy. It took me three years to learn it and even now sometimes I slip up. Knowing there is nothing I can do I walk back towards the Great Hall; OWLs start in an hour. As much as I've lied to myself over the past few weeks I am not ready for these exams in the least bit. I'll be happy if I score decently on any of them. My mind has just been elsewhere.

I walk up behind Draco, covering his eyes with my hands. Instead of guessing like normal he turns around and looks at me. What's wrong? Wracking my brain I try to think of something I could have done to make him give me that look but I can't think of anything.

"What did I do?" I question.

"Nothing," Draco replies, tilting my chin up so he can look in my eyes. "Good luck."

"Thanks, you too," I reply confused by the whole ordeal.

"Is everything alright?"

"It's taking too long."

"It'll happen. If he told you so then it has to."

"I'm just tired of waiting."

"Patience, Belle," Draco whispers, running his finger tips over my cheek before walking off.

Patience, whoever came up with that should endure the Cruciatus Curse. If things are meant to happen they should happen quickly so those involved can get back to what is considered normal for them. I for one would enjoy spending summer vacation at the Malfoy's but if this process is not hurried that will not happen. In my book patience equals stupid.

Due to a lack of anything better to do I wander into the Great Hall, taking a seat in the middle. Only another forty – five minutes to burn through. Pulling out my wand I levitate a feather that had fallen off and owl flying through more than likely this morning at mail time. Piano music filters through my head. I miss the simpler times. Why has the world gone so astray?

The light filters in through the bedroom window, laughter fills the air as everyone files into the Great Hall. It is third year, halfway through the term. Love fills my heart, lifting me at least ten inches off the ground. A hand is in mine, lips on my cheek. Envious eyes watch us but we too enveloped in our own young love to notice. It is fall time and everything smells of cinnamon and spice cakes. People are talking but I hardly hear all I am able to think of is Draco Malfoy sitting next to me, his fingers running through my hair.

The sound of wood being drug against stone pulls me from my pleasant memory. Looking over I see Draco, the feather held between his thumb and index finger. I take it from him before shoving both the feather and my wand into my school bag, pulling out a quill. Had I really just wasted forty – five minutes? As impossible as it seems I have and everyone has pretty much taken their seats, waiting to begin their OWLs. Here's hoping that the last five years of studying has paid off.

Two Hours Later

Putting my quill down I close my eyes remembering another pleasant time, just before everything began going down hill.

A waltz is being played by a pianist brought in from some where. Most couples have broken off to dance yet I am just arriving. I stop Draco, standing off by himself. He does look dashing in a suit. Walking towards him I smile towards Pansy who only shots me a dirty look. Draco takes my hand twirling me around. The song has changed to a slower song. Malfoy's hands rest on my hips and I place mine on his shoulders. How ridiculous we must look. I laugh, unable to keep it in. I never meant to come to the Yule Ball. Oh, well. I'm having fun and I haven't even been here five minutes. Draco laughs along with me, both of us lost in that moment together.

A thud from outside the door brings me back to the present. What in the world is going on? This thudding continues until Umbridge walks to the doors, throwing them open. Two little, coloured sparks of light shoot in, exploding as Fred and George fly above our heads on their brooms. The expression on Umbridge's face is priceless. She hasn't the slightest clue what to do. George throws another one of the lights into the air. This one explodes, taking the form of a dragon. It chases after Umbridge until she is outside of the Great Hall, standing amongst all her decrees. As the dragon explodes it burst all the glass on the decree holders causing the decrees to burn and the holders to come crashing to the ground with an ominous crash which echoes through the halls. Fred and George fly out into the court yard followed by every one who has been sitting through examinations. Everyone is cheering and laughing. What an end.

Suddenly Harry collapses; his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I hear nothing as I fight my way through the crowd of students, time seems to stand still. As I crouch down next to him the sounds come back like a wave.

Harry's eyes snap open, "Sirius."

"What?" I question frantically wondering if this could really be it.

"He's at the Ministry…Voldemort has him," Harry announces as he stands, dashing inside, Hermione, Ron and me at his heels.

"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione questions as we climb yet another set of stairs.

Harry stops, turning to her, his eyes full of fire, "I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley. It's the door I've been dreaming about. I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before. Sirius said Voldemort was after something, something he didn't have last time."

"Something in the Department of Department of Mysteries," I add on before taking Harry's hand and pulling him up the steps. This is it and I will let no one stand in the way of it.

"Both of you please just listen. What if Voldemort meant for you to see thins?" questions Hermione, looking directly at me. "What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you…both of you?"

"What if he is?" I demand, infuriated by this muggle born girl who is trying to get in the way our perfectly laid out plan. "Are we supposed to let him die? If it was your dad would you let him die?"

"Hermione," Harry starts, "he's the only family I've got left."

Ron nods, he's with Harry and me, "So what are we going to do?"

As we continue up more stairs Harry explains things, "We'll have to use the Floo Network."

"Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance," Hermione states.

"Not all of them," I contradict her, leading the group towards Umbridge's office.

Once inside Harry kneels down by the tiny fire that continuously burns in Umbridge's office.

"Alert the Order if you can."

"Are you mental?" questions Ron. "We're going with you."

"It's too dangerous."

Kneeling down next to Harry I look him straight in the eyes, "Well, I'm going and you can't stop me. He's my dad."

"Fine, you can come along but no one else…it's just too dangerous."

"When are you going to get it into you head? We're in this together," Hermione says.

"That you are," Umbridge states from the door way.

Shit. This is the complete opposite of how the plan was supposed to go. How could we have possibly been caught? Worst of all Draco is standing in the door way as well, holding Neville Longbottom by his shirt collar.

"Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl," he says, looking towards me. "Isabelle, what are you doing here?"

"Draco…I had to, I can't not let it happen. I've got to," I stammer making no sense.

Umbridge forces Harry into a chair, the rest of us are being held by members of the Inquisitorial Squad. Malfoy is being gentle in his holding, running his fingers through my hair, laying kisses on the tip of my ear. He knows this is what I'm supposed to be doing.

"You where going to Dumbledore, weren't you?" accuses Umbridge. How daft can she be?

Just then Severus walks in, stupid black clock trialing behind, "You sent for me, headmistress."

"Snape, yes," Umbridge says. "The time has come for answers, wither he want to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?"

"I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students. The last of it on Miss. Chang. Unless you wish to poison him – and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy if you did – I cannot help you," Snape says, no affliction in his voice what so ever, before turning to leave.

In one last attempt to get the word out Harry pipes up, "He's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden."

"Padfoot?" Umbridge questions that same silly confused look upon her face now as earlier. "What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What is he talking about Severus?"

Snape looks back at Harry then at the rest of us being held, "No idea." With that he leaves the overly crowded office.

"Very well," Dolores says, turning her attention back to Harry. "You give me no choice, Potter, as this is an issue of Ministry security you leave me no alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen you tongue."

"That's illegal!" yells Hermione.

"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him," Umbridge whispers turning down her picture of the Minister of Magic.

"Not unless someone tells him," I mutter under my breath.

As Umbridge points her wand at Harry, Hermione has yet another outburst. Can she not just keep her mouth shut? I have been trained for this kind of thing. I've got a counter curse ready and my wand drawn. No one in the room will know what hit them.

"Tell her, Harry!" she says much louder than needed.

"Are you out of your bloody mind?" I question the brown haired girl.

"Tell me what?" Umbridge asks.

Hermione looks at Harry, "Well, if you won't tell her where it is…I will."

What an idiot.

"Where what is?" demands Umbridge impatiently.

"Dumbledore's secret weapon," responds Hermione as if it is the simplest thing in the world.

How the hell is she going to pull this one off? Dumbledore hasn't got a secret weapon. He's not that kind of wizard.

"Where is it?" inquires Dolores again, you can tell she is growing impatient.

"The Forbidden Forest," answers Hermione.

"You –" Umbridge points to Harry – "and you –" she now points to me – "will come with me along with yourself Miss. Granger."

"No," Draco steps in, his arms protectively around me, "Isabelle will not go in there. I will not have my girlfriend going into that horrid place."

Umbridge sighs, "Very well Mr. Malfoy. Isabelle may stay with you. Do not let her out of your sight."

With that all three of them leave. What happens afterwards I no longer remember. I just recall ending up on a bridge facing Harry and Hermione.

"How'd you get away?" questions Harry who looks pleased to see us.

"Pucking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty," Ginny states.

"Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves. All of 'em except for Malfoy," explains Ron bringing the memories back.

Smiling I bite my bottom lip, "But he let us go after some persuasion."

Ginny giggles, "That wasn't pretty either."

"That was clever Ron," Hermione says, beaming at him.

"It was brilliant. So, how are we getting to London?" questions Neville looking between Harry and me.

"Look," Harry starts, looking down at the wooden bridge planks. "It's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you but I've got you into enough trouble as is. The only person I'll let go is Isabelle; Sirius is her dad after all."

Harry and I start to walk away when Neville says the words that set the avalanche in motion. I will have to remember to thank him. Maybe I'll ask them not kill him.

"Dumbledore's Army was about being together, about doing something real or was that all just words to you?" he asks.

Harry looks over at me. Standing there I know what I have to do. I'm putting everyone in danger but this is my job. I nod, letting Harry know I think Neville, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Luna should join us.

"So, how are we going to get to the Ministry?" Harry questions knowing that the Floo Network is not out of the question.

"We fly of course," Luna says with a smile.