Why, hello there.

This chapter might turn out a bit rushed and kind rubbish, so basically like all the others :P

I thank my 3 reviewers and all those other guys, talking to you, yes.

So~ I love looking at the charts, it's just sooo fun. Like, on friday, 57 US-residents read either chapter 1 or 2 xD

Okay, okay, I'm starting, don't bug me.

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''Good job, Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and hand it to me''*

From nowhere black clad figures appeared around them.

Twelve grown-up and armed wizards pointing their wands at six aurors-in-training, ready to kill.

And then there was Rin, still too dazed from whatever it had been. He couldn't remember... Anything, really. But why care? I'm sure it's fine.

''Give it to me, Potter.''

''Where is Sirius?'', Harry demanded.

To the DA's great dismay, a couple of Death Eaters had the nerve to laugh.

''The Dark Lord always knows!''

Rin frowned slightly at the rough female voice. Did he know it from somewhere?

''Always,'' Malfoy repeated quietly. ''Now give me the Prophecy, Potter.''

''I want to know where Sirius is!''

''I want to know, where Sirius is!''

The woman from before imitated in a terribly high pitched tone. Rin resisted the urge to pinch his forehead in irritation.

The glowing tips of their sticks practically blinding him were also not helping to slow the upcoming headache.

''You have him. He's here. I know it.''

There was a thin layer of panic in Harry's voice, surpressed with surprising skill, but still enough for all the others to notice- And notice they did.

The annoying girlish tone came again, worse this time.

''Aw, did te lil babby wate up and tink what it dreamt wat true?''

One of the red-heads moved at Rins left, but Harry whispered something he couldn't quite make out.

''D'you hear him? Do you hear him? Gives the other children orders, as if he was going to fight us!''

He was so going to punch that foul mouth of her's.

''Oh, you don't know Potter like I do... He has a strong sense for heroism; The Dark Lord very well knows of it. Now give me that prophecy, Potter.''

The white haired man had a voice like silk, pleasent to the ears. But what he was saying didn't seem to fit the other kid's version of 'pleasent'.

''Okay, okay, whats goin on here?''

Everyone turned, perplexed at this outburst from the boy wearing nothing but a thin Hogwarts uniform cloak wrapped around his frame. He looked utterly annoyed and not in the slightest scared.

''How dare you insult us with such indifference?! We are the closest sev-''

Malfoy held the hand without a wand in front of Bellatrix (apparently), cutting her off.

''No need for that, Bellatrix. He might be just an unfortunate muggle who ended up in our little dilema here by totally mundane and unlucky means, don't you think?''

Although one couldn't see her face, the whole aura of the woman changed suddenly, from an angered scowl on her virtual face to a sardistic grin.

Harry suddenly raised his wand to chest hight. All others followed.

''Touch him and you will never get this- Prophecy, you say?''

As soon as he'd uttered the sentence, the Death Eateress [:/] screeched ''Accio proph-''

''Protego!''

He almost dropped the small glass ball in his hand, but managed to catch it before it slipped from his fingers.

''Oh, he knows the game, the tiny little baby Potter''

By now Rin was clenching and unclenching his fist, trying very hard not to knock them out and then telling their unconcious bodies that 'Next time, you should just shut the fuck up!'

Why were they all so loud?

Now his only friend up untill now, the silky cat, started raging aswell.

Seriosly, be quiet, you're hurting his damn sensitive ears!

Bellatrix stalked forward and slid her hood down to show her skinny face. Her eyes stood out madly.

''Take the muggle. Make them watch how he is tortured. I'll do it!''

Now that did get Rin's attention.

''Woah, waita minute...''

''If you touch any of us, I'll have to smash this thing to pieces. I think your boss wouldn't be all too happy if you got back without it, would he?''

The Death Eaters shifted a little.

''Well, what kind of prophecy is this, anyway? Why does Voldemort want it?''

The dark wizards hissed at this.

''You dare to speak his name?'' Bellatrix whispered.

Who? What? Name? Voldemort? Whaaaaaat?!

Rin could almost feel his senses slowly returning, rushing him with so many questions it was hard not to just pounce on any of the humans surronding him and demand an answer, 'and quick'!

The half-demon slowly took in his surroundings further, the stark musty smell of dust, along with the strong aromas of all the current resindents of the chamber.

Next he noticed the rustling of clothes, the shuffling of feet on the oakwood floor, the wisp of wind coming from under the door at the end of the room that made the cold flames of the candles-so similar to his own-dance in a mocking waltz of blue.

Suddenly a red string of light cut through the air and crashed into one of the many shelves, smashing two crystals.

Two trains of white made their way to the ceiling, chanting in an incomprehenceble battle.

''...at the suns tallest stand will come a new...''

''DON'T ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!''

''He- he dares- there he stands- dirty half-blood-!''

''WAIT UNTILL WE HAVE THE PROPHECY!''

''...and never will there come a new one again...''

Hell, couldn't they just get on with it?

''You havn't told us what's so special about this prophecy that I'm supposed to hand out.''

Playing for time, really? Even Rin had noticed by now that these people were not to be messed with.

''Don't play games with us, Potter,'' Silky warned.

''I'm not playing games,'' the obviously suicidal boy to his right answered.

From the corner of his eye, Rin saw Harry's foot find the bushy-haired girl's.

Ah, so not totally without a plan...

''What?'' came her whispered reply.

Wait a sec, why has everyone forgotten about you?

''Dumbledore never told you that the reason you have that scar lies deep within the ministry?'' Silky grinned menacingly.

''I-what? What's this got to do with my scar?''

Ah, that lighning thingy. I thought it was a bit too near to the face for an accessory.

''What?''

The girl's voice was so loud now, Rin was sure one of those villains would be bound to notice.

But apparently the baddies always had bad ears. Comes with all that shouting.

''Can it really be true?''

The deaf man was greatly amused and again didn't hear Harry.

''Smash shelves-''

''Dumbledore never told you? Now, that explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord was wondering-''

''When I say now-''

''-why you didn't run over as soon as he showed you the place in a dream, where it is hidden. He thought natural curiosity would awaken the wish to hear the exact wording...''

Rin frowned. How could he help? Smashing is something even ougth to manage!

True. He could do Smashing.

''Oh, really?'' Harry asked, not sincerely interested.

The others got the message from Miss Bushy Hair and readied themselves.

''As if he wanted me to come and get it. Why?''

''Why? Because the only people who are allowed to take a prophecy from the department of mysteries, Potter, are those who they are about, as the Dark Lord had to find out when he sent others to steal it.''

''And why did he want to steal this prophecy about me?''

''About both of you, Potter, both of you... Have you never asked yourlef why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were still a baby?''

Why isn't he saying now?

''Someone made a prophecy about me and Voldemort? And he forced me to come here so I could get it for him? Why couldn't he just come and get it himself?''

''Get it himself?''

Bellatrix 'chimed' in, then laughed.

''The Dark Lord-just walk into the Ministry, as they are so nicely ignoring his return at the moment? Just show himself off to all those aurors who are currently wasting their time with my cousin?''

''So he made you do the dirty work, like he tried to make Sturgis steal it-and Bode?''

It was Silk's time to reply again.

Hurry, hurry!

''Very good, Potter, very good...

But now the Dark Lord knows now, that you're not unintell-''

NOW!

''NOW!''

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Well, I don't think that was os bad, was it?

*I took almost everything from the book this time,

BUT I only had the German version here, so I had to kinda roughly translate everything...

Sorry for anything weird you notice.

I have an important question:

Do you want this to be a really tragic and terrible fic, with, like, loads of character death and stuff

OR

Whatever else, just... nicer

?

Please review, it makes me so very happy :3

I'll update soon!

'till then,

A Stranger 0.0