It is odd being in the Ministry knowing that this is the final test. I've got to be able to do what I was sent out to do, if not I will be cast aside. This is going to be harder than it seemed. Pull yourself together, Isabelle. You can do this. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I can do this.
Harry is up ahead looking at the rows of little crystal globes, all numbered, all waiting for the one that can read them. "92, 93, 94, 95 –" Harry stops and looks around – "he should be here."
"Harry, it's got your name on it," Neville says, looking up at one of the Prophecies.
Smiling I step forward, this is what I've been waiting for. All the getting close with Harry, all the late nights sitting up helping with homework, finally my sucking up will pay off.
As Harry touches the globe it comes to life, the mist inside forming a face.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have a power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives."
It is dead. How can this be? Voldemort has been working up to this for years now. He will never mark Potter as his equal…unless, the scar. Yes, the scar is the mark but now one has to die. Let us hope that it is Harry Potter and not the Dark Lord.
"Harry," Hermione whispers are masks figures move towards us. Finally those whom I am most comfortable around have arrived.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry demands.
"You know," starts Lucius, standing alone, "you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams –" Mr. Malfoy pulls his wand from the top of his walking stick, wiping his mask away from his face – " and reality."
"You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to," I state, walking over to stand in front of Lucius, taking my rightful place.
"Now, hand me the Prophecy," says Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand.
"How could you!" Harry questions me, looking hurt. They all do. I don't care. "I trusted you. We all trusted you."
Lucius Malfoy is now growing impatient, "I said, hand me the Prophecy."
"If you do anything to us, I'll drop it," threatens Harry.
From down the hall I can hear Belletrix and her deranged laugh, "He knows how to play. Itty, bitty, baby, Potter."
Belletrix stops to the left of me, her hand on my shoulder. She's been the only mother figure I've had over the years despite the fact she's been in Azkaban since I was three. I grew up with her, kind of. In my mind she's my mum.
Smiling I turn to look at her, "Hello."
"'Ell pumpkin," she replies, beaming down at me.
"I knew it!" shouts Hermione. "She's one of them. Isabelle is a Death Eater and she's in Slytherin, not Gryffindor. After Christmas break her arm hurt, wouldn't let anyone touch it. She was marked over break. That ring she wears, it's a snake, Draco Malfoy got it for her. Isabelle has also been sneaking back and forth between the two common rooms. She's been lying to us the entire school year."
"Smart little Mudblood aren't you," I say, venom in my words.
Ron looks infuriated, "Don't call her…."
"Oh, shut up," I cut him off.
Neville looks completely confused and maddened at the same time, eyes set on Belletrix, "Belletrix Lestrange."
"Neville Longbottom is it?" questions Belletrix. "How are Mum and Dad?"
"Better, now they're about to be avenged," replies Neville, drawing his wand on Belletrix.
Within a millisecond my wand is out, pointed at Neville's heart. I am prepared to use the death curse if I must. He will not kill her.
"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we?" Lucius steps in. "All we want is that Prophecy."
"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" asks Harry.
Belletrix's eyes grow wide at the mention of her master's name, "You dare speak his name."
"Pipe down, they all use it. Not afraid anymore," I explain. How stupid is this, kill the boy and his friends, and let the Prophecy fall to the floor. I know what it says and if I've got things right over the past few months I'll get my hands on it before the end anyway.
"You filthy half – blood!" yells Belletrix, outraged.
"It's alright. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?" says Lucius, taking a step towards Harry. I throw my arm out, stopping him.
"Oh, shut up you great buffoon. He's only using it because he's not scared just like that bumbling fool Dumbledore," I say to Mr. Malfoy before turning to Harry. "And to answer your questions, Harry Potter, Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you really because if that wasn't the case I would have known what it said a year ago," I finish.
As I say this about five other Death Eaters come out of the blackness, surrounding the group. This had better work, all the planning was up to me. My father just had to get everyone where they were supposed to be. So far it's been working.
"Haven't you always wondered what the reason was for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?" questions Lucius as all three, Belletrix, Lucius, and myself, walk towards the group. "Why he was unable to kill you when you where jus an infant."
I've got to help, it feels wrong not to, but no obvious. Oh why do I have to be so nice all the time? Taking out my wand I draw a smoke heart in the air, it lasts just long enough for Harry to see.
"Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me. Then I can show you everything," Mr. Malfoy continues. Why is he even still talking?
"I've waited fourteen years," comments Harry. I can tell they are about to strike.
Lucius Malfoy nods knowingly, "I know."
"I guess I can wait a little longer," says Harry looking to Ron on his left and Hermione on his right. "Now!"
The Prophecy some how finds it's way into my hands and then I am running. Why am I even still helping them? Oh, right, I've got to get the Prophecy to my father. This is ridiculous. I want to be back in the common room, snogging with Draco. I can hear one of the Death Eaters on my tail. Turning around I take action without thinking, "Avada Kadavera!"
With a thump the Death Eater hits the floor but I cannot stay and see who I have killed. I keep running. Eventually I reach the middle, crashing into another warm body. Letting out a squeal I notice it is only Harry.
"I killed one, I didn't mean to but I did. I don't even want to be like them. It's expected on me," I lie. It's easier to do that now.
Ron just looks at me, blue eyes wide, "Bloody hell, Isabelle, good job."
Smiling weakly I avoid eye contact, "Thanks, Ronald."
As Death Eaters start coming at us again Ginny sends off a spell we had learned not one week ago. The servants of the Dark Lord fly backwards as Prophecy after Prophecy begins to fall from the shelves behind us. All of us look at each other before making a silent decision to run.
"Get back to the door!" Harry yells from behind me.
All six of us rush through the door. I fall, preparing myself for a hard fall that never comes. Instead I am stopped an inch off the floor and put down lightly. Perfect. So far so good, everything is going at least partially according to plan. Enough so things will still work out.
"Take it," I say, shoving the glowing globe at Harry. My time with it is up for the present.
As all of us stand Ron looks around, "Department of Mysteries, they got that bit right, didn't they?"
I hold back a laugh as I watch Harry walk towards the arch in the middle of the room. What in the world is he doing? Why isn't the rest of my group here? I can't take on all five of them by my self.
Harry's voice pulls me from my rapid thinking, "The voices, can you tell what they're saying?"
"There aren't any voices, Harry," Hermione says looking at her friend with great concern. "Let's just get out of here."
"I hear them too," Luna says in her forever far away voice.
"Harry," Hermione begs, "it's just an empty arch way. Please Harry."
Harry looks over at me then at the arch, "Get behind me."
Suddenly a swarm of black smoke rushes over us, leaving only Harry standing in the center of Death Eaters, each holding one of his friends; I stand over by Belletrix.
Lucius steps out of the shadows, laughing, "Did you actually believe or were you truly naïve enough to think that children stood a chance against us? I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the Prophecy now or watch your friends die."
"Don't give it to him Harry," Neville calls out in a moment of bravery.
Closing his eyes, Harry hands over the Prophecy to Mr. Malfoy. I've got to get bonus points for just how well this entire thing has gone. I mean of course the others are a big part of it but one slip up on my part over these past months and poof everything is just gone. In my humble opinion I think I've done exceptional.
But as always good must at least attempt to over throw those of evil. So of course just then the Order has to come through the arch way. Stupid Severus.
"Get away from my Godson," Sirius says before punching Lucius in the nose.
Although it is highly comical the humor last but a moment for as Lucius Malfoy falls the Prophecy slips from his hand. Dashing across the room I try to catch it but fail, instead I end up with dust at my feet. Shit.
"Nice punch," I say looking up at Sirius. He knows nothing of my betrayal, his dark eyes so trusting.
Instead of replying to me Sirius looks to Harry who wears a mask of pure terror, "Don't be frightened by them, you are not bound to the darkness."
As curses fly, Sirius pulls Harry and I behind a rock. Why are we cowering when we should be out there helping the others? I shouldn't even be here. I should be out with the Death Eaters. I think about making a run for it, but Sirius' hand over mine keeps me rooted to the spot.
"Now, you two listen to me. Take the others and get out of here."
"What?" Harry questions Sirius' words.
"No, I'm staying," I answer. He cannot control me, no one can.
"Me too," adds Harry.
Sirius sighs, "You've both done beautifully. Now, let me take it from here."
"Black!" That is Lucius, more curses fly over head. I want to fight.
Harry looks over the rock, pointing his wand at Mr. Malfoy, "Expelliarmus!"
"Good one James," Sirius says, standing too. Perfect. One less member we have to deal with the better.
I pull out my wand prepared to do what they said I would but Belletrix beats me to it. Standing a little ways off she raises her wand, "Avada Kadavera!"
Sirius stops moving, his entire body going limp before it is sucked into the empty arch way. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment this thing…the killing of Sirius, actually took place. I feel like half of my soul has been ripped from me. I went to live with Sirius in my third year of Hogwarts. He taught me so much. Now he's just gone. I cannot move. I know Harry is screaming but I don't hear it. The only words I hear are Harry's last.
"How can you not even care? He's your father!" he yells.
After hearing these words there is no going back for me. I hate them, all of them, the half – bloods, traitors, Mudbloods. All from a simply ill thought out comment. It's there fault things like this happen.
Turning to Harry I know I have a look of pure evil written all over my face,
"No -" I begin to roll up my sleeve reveling my Dark Mark for Harry, Lupin, Ron, Hermione and Tonks to see – "actually he's not. Have a nice summer."
With that I walk away, blocking out the sounds of al but the feet that pursue Belletrix and I. Harry Potter's foot falls, his rage fills me as I penetrate his mind.
"I killed Sirius Black!" Belletrix sings over and over as we head towards the fire places in the main hall.
"Crucio!" yells Harry, causing Belletrix to fall to the tile floor.
Time to make my presence in Harry's head known, "You never where very good at Occlumency Harry –" I circle him, ravishing in his squirming – "besides you're much to compassionate to kill her."
"Shut up!" hollers Harry, grabbing at his head as if that would get my voice out.
How stupid is he? Anyone can penetrate the brain of one who is weak. My father has done it many times over the last fourteen years of Potters life. I will carry on what he has done and worked so hard to attain along side him. How pleasurable that will prove to be.
"Make me," I taunt.
Before I am able to cause further frustration and anguish Voldemort arrives. He nods to me and I return it with a small bow. We say nothing to each other for fear of others hearing. Harry drops his wand as Dumbledore arrives. The old fool what does he think he is going to accomplish by coming here?
"It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Auror's are on their way," Dumbledore says.
Voldemort turns his snake like eyes on Dumbledore, "By which time my child and I shall be gone and you dead."
Without a fight I allow Belletrix to pull me towards the green colored flames. As they envelope me I draw yet another heart for Harry to see. My only hope is that he will live through this one. I've got business with him.
Author's Note: Alright very last chapter in the fifth year. Hope you liked it. Do you want me to go on with the sixth year? If so comment.