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Chapter 39
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion now…
Sirius' arm disappeared inside the Veil first and Harry dove forward. Now Sirius' shoulder disappeared…
But Harry was too far away – he wouldn't reach his godfather in time… he raised his wand high into the air. "Accio Siriu- argh!"
A sudden jolt of magic passed him and he stumbled when a curse passed his ear. His eyes widened when he saw it aiming directly at Sirius' falling form.
With a loud bang Sirius was blown to the side. He crashed right into a mirror, which Narcissa had conjured to reflect some minor curses aimed at her back. The blond woman gave a startled cry and stumbled when a curse in curtsey of a Death Eater Harry didn't know, hit her.
The mirror shattered in thousand pieces and Sirius was buried under the shards of glass. The breath Harry had been holding the whole time came out of his mouth and he nearly sighed in relief. But then he noticed that Sirius wasn't moving to get up.
Harry lost no time and stumbled over the limb form of Malfoy while looking back to see who had cast the curse that had hit his godfather. He saw Bellatrix Lestrange disappear behind one of the doors that led to the circular room and narrowed his eyes. His eyes caught the sight of Remus who was running over to Nott Senior whose legs apparently were fine once again and realized that it had been the curse aimed at the werewolf that had saved Sirius from falling beyond the Veil.
"Damn her!" cursed Harry and scrambled over the stone benches to get to his godfather.
He dodged some stray curses and lifted his wand to get Sirius out of the small mountain of glass. With a loud squishing sound the shards around the man vanished and Harry felt panic rise within him when he saw that some shards were deeply buried in his godfather's chest.
Just to make sure, he took a quick glance at Narcissa, whose shoulder was bleeding rather badly. The woman looked down at her cousin and then her eyes narrowed. With a short warning glance at Harry, she sprinted away to take on the next Death Eater.
He looked back down at his godfather. Some shards were in his leg, but he didn't really worry about them. He was more worried about those in his chest. A deep gash was on his left cheek and Harry cursed once again while blocking a hex aimed at them.
Harry tried to ignore the fights around him so much that he was only able to block curses aimed at them and tried to concentrate. He cast a mild cleaning charm on the biggest and deepest wounds, but didn't dare to remove the shards.
"Be alive, be alive…" he whispered desperately while looking for a pulse.
He tried to take deep calming breaths, but his heart was racing and he wasn't able to hold his hands still enough to check for a pulse. If there even was one…
"HARRY! BRING SIRIUS OUT OF HERE!" shouted Narcissa who was now dueling with a Death Eater he recognized as Jugson. "GO! NOW!"
He heard a pained moan and looked at Neville who seemed to have been blown off of his feet and was getting up now.
"Neville! Try to get the others and go back to Hogwarts. Let the Order deal with the rest! I've no clue where Mione, Ron and Draco are, but I saw them running through the door, back into the room with the time-turners."
Neville nodded and held his nose that had started bleeding again. "I will!"
Harry didn't bother to look around, but grabbed a small gray and squishy ball that he saw lying next to him and put it into his pocket, then he carefully grabbed Sirius' arm, cast an invisibility charm over himself and his godfather, before changing into his Phoenix form – hoping that it would work now - and disappeared in a flash of black.
…HPHPHP…
With a loud hissing sound and a black flash Harry appeared near the lift in the Atrium. He blinked. Why wasn't he at Hogwarts? He closed his eyes and tried again, but nothing happened, a sudden pain shot through his body and he felt himself changing back to human. He groaned softly. His magic obviously didn't want him to stay a phoenix any longer.
Suddenly he heard a mad laugh and his eyes widened.
He carefully dropped Sirius to the floor and coughed quietly before taking out his invisibly cloak to throw it over the still form of his godfather. He surely wouldn't be able to hold up the invisibility charm when he would duel.
"Who do we have here?" asked the cackling voice of Bellatrix when the lift opened. "Ickle baby Potty came to play a little more?"
Harry scoffed. "Sure… you're stupid, aren't you?"
Bellatrix chuckled insanely. "Is there someone touchy because I killed his precious godfather? Poor baby…"
Harry snarled at her. "Cut the crap and get moving! I haven't got the time for your babbling."
Her face twisted into a grimace. "As you wish! You won't get out of here alive! Now, give me the prophecy!"
Harry merely raised a strong shield, shook his head and took some steps into the middle of the Atrium. Bellatrix ran over to the fireplaces while firing curses over her shoulder. None of them hit their target though.
When she turned around Harry raised his wand. "And now? Are you finished?"
She snarled. "You can't beat me Potty! I'm the Dark Lord's right hand! CRUCIO!"
He dodged the curse and dived behind the statue of the centaur. He carefully backed around the statue and closed his eyes to concentrate better and formed a plan.
"Bella, Bella… I'm disappointed." mocked Harry when he had come up with a strategy. "It looks like this curse is the only one you Death Eaters are able to use."
"GIVE ME THE PROPHECY", she screamed angrily. "NOW!"
"Can't.", shrugged Harry. "It's broken. I smashed it in the Death Chamber. Igneus Poena!" he shouted and Bellatrix fell to the floor with a loud shriek and writhed in pain.
Harry stepped forwards and stared coldly into her now teary eyes. "You see… I can play dirty too. What does it feel like to be the victim of a curse that rivals the Cruciatus?"
"You can't beat me!" hissed Bellatrix between gasps of pain. "I'm better than you! Conicio Mucro!"
Harry was taken aback by what happened next. He suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest and sunk to his knees. He looked down at himself and his eyes widened when he saw that it was a dagger that caused him the pain.
He sighed in relief when he saw that it wasn't lethal and clenched his teeth when the slight movement of his arms hurt terribly. 'At least it didn't damage my heart… that was a close one…'
"HARRY!"
He had the feeling as if his heart skipped some beats and gasped. Slightly panicky, Harry whirled around to see Hermione running to him from the direction of the elevators. He tightly shut his eyes and removed the dagger with a loud gasp.
"What the hell are you still doing here?" he shouted more worried than angry.
"I couldn't find the others…" she answered quietly. "And I can't flash myself, I tried…"
Harry sighed and winced slightly while moving his shoulder before glaring down at the female Death Eater who was breathing hard now after the curse was lifted. He blinked when his vision got slightly blurry. The slight fever he still had because of the dragon blood didn't really make his situation any better.
Hermione carefully placed her shaking wand near his wound and started to murmur softly. The pain grew slightly duller, but Harry could see that the wound didn't close up in the slightest. He decided just to let her do what she deemed necessary and then his eyes turned back to Bellatrix.
"Have you no shame?" he asked in a low voice. "You are going against your own family! Sirius is your cousin. Narcissa's your sister. And now you attack me, the godchild of a Black and thus a member of your family as well…"
"Shut up!" she shouted and jumped up. "You don't belong to those of the noble blood! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry grabbed Hermione and rolled to the side and crouched into a kneeing position in front of his girlfriend who groggily got up after that. A new flash of pain shot through his body as he came back to his feet. He glared at her. "What do you gain out of bowing to a half-blood?"
"My Lord is not a filthy half-blood! He's pure!" she screeched and threw another Killing Curse at him. "Unlike you, who associates with mudbloods and blood-traitors!" She glared at Hermione.
Harry sighed and took one of his hidden daggers for extra safety out of his boots. "You're pathetic… don't complain should you be death after I'm finished with you."
Hermione slowly shook her head when Harry gave her a look and raised a shield around herself, showing him, that she wouldn't let him do this alone. Bellatrix snarled at him and Harry fired one curse after another at her while carefully avoiding her attacks by moving in swift patterns around the hall.
"Give me the prophecy!" demanded Bellatrix and made a whipping motion with her wand. The same curse that had struck him through a shield raced into his direction and his eyes widened when he dodged it and it divided itself into eight smaller curses.
He heard Hermione give a small scream, but tried to ignore it in favor of getting out of this one alive.
He dodged seven of them, but one of the curses graced his shoulder and he hissed in pain. He heard Hermione gasp, but suppressed the urge to look at her. "You alright?"
"Yes, just a scratch," he heard her answer and relief flooded trough him.
He looked down at his shoulder. In comparison to the wound in his chest, it was not a too serious injury. 'It just hurts like a bitch!' he complained mentally. He stumbled slightly and shook his head. 'Get a grip!'
"GIVE ME THE PROPHECY!" Bellatrix shrieked and slit along the wall. "I know you have it!"
Harry chuckled slightly and turned his eyes to her. "I told you already. It's destroyed."
"NO! YOU LIAR!" she screamed and raised her wand. "ACCIO PROPHECY!"
Nothing happened and Harry smirked coldly while trying to see if he could do something to stop the bleeding of his wounds. The woman sure was dense when it was about listening to other peoples words. "I told you. It's useless."
He heard Hermione shift behind him and suddenly a dark yellow curse whizzed past his ear. It missed Bellatrix
Suddenly Bellatrix sunk down on the floor and screamed in pain, making Harry whirl around to look at Hermione, who was staring wide eyed at the woman, shaking her head, telling him, that it was not her curse that did that.
"NO MASTER! I TRIED, I TRIED! DO NOT PUNISH ME-"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Don't waste your breath." stated Harry and lowered his wand. "He can't hear you."
Suddenly Hermione gave a high-pitched scream and fell down to the floor in pain. Harry's heart stopped for a second and he instinctively knew to look over to the nearest fireplace.
"Can't I, Potter?"
Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring… Lord Voldemort was standing there, his wand pointing directly at Harry. His deformed face turned into a grimace of anger and his bony hand reached for Bellatrix's arm.
Harry quickly rushed over to Hermione and positioned himself in front of her. She stopped trashing and grabbed his hand to rise. He could feel her shaking.
"So you smashed my prophecy?" asked Voldemort softly to Harry, his eyes only shortly resting on Hermione. "You thwarted me once again… I can't read it in your worthless mind, I only get numbers, but I see in your eyes that you are telling the truth."
"Master, I'm sorry! I didn't know that it was destroyed! Please have mercy!" sobbed Bellatrix when he grabbed her.
"Be quiet Bella." said Voldemort softly – his eyes never leaving Harry's. "I shall deal with you later. Go!"
"But Master – he's here! Dumbl-"
Bellatrix didn't finish her sentence, because Voldemort had thrown her into the fireplace and she vanished into the green flames.
Voldemort smirked. "I have nothing more to say to you", he said quietly. "You will die here now… just like I promised you… but first let me kill that lovely mudblood behind you!"
Hermione's grip on his arm tightened and he shifted a little bit in his position so that Voldemort couldn't hit her for sure. "Dream on, Tom." spat Harry and raised his wand. "Sectumsempra!"
Voldemort dodged his curse, but his eyes narrowed. "That was a dark curse…"
Harry glared at him. "And? Got a problem with that Snake-face?"
Voldemort chuckled coldly. "A pity that you refused to join me…. you've got everything you need in your head. I could have been your way to true greatness. But your decision was final. And so was mine."
Suddenly there was a bright flash and Harry gave a startled yelp when Draco appeared next to him and Hermione. The blond's eyes widened when he caught sight of Harry's injuries and then he slowly turned his head to look at Voldemort.
"Ah," said Voldemort and sounded slightly surprised. Then his expression became malicious once more. "The little blood-traitor. How you've shamed your family… I wonder if your father would be happy if I killed you?"
"I have no father who would bother to care about anything that happened to me!" snarled Draco and Voldemort gave an amused chuckle.
Harry shook his head. "Draco… take Hermione and get the hell out of here."
The blond wanted to protest, but Harry – for the first time – managed to silence him with just a look. Draco nodded. 'Don't you dare to die here! You hear me?' He turned to Hermione, who started struggling when he grabbed her. With a worried look at Harry the two disappeared.
Relieved that he at least didn't have to worry about her anymore and mentally slapped himself for not telling Draco to take Sirius with him as well. He thought about the words Voldemort had just said and was reminded of his sorting in his first year. He titled his head before shrugging.
"It's a real shame…" Voldemort chuckled darkly.
Harry scoffed. "So the offer was real? Did you really think I would join the murderer of my parents when you wrote the letter in August?"
"Attero!" hissed Voldemort instead of answering and Harry jumped out of the way.
But he wasn't quick enough. The curse brushed his already injured shoulder and he hissed in pain when the already bleeding skin started to burn once again and peeled itself off slowly.
"Damn…" he whispered, annoyed at himself for not being able to avoid that hit. "It feels like acid…"
Voldemort laughed coldly. "Why? It is acid. And it will burn you from the inside out… until nothing more than a small bone-splinter is left of you, if you don't receive treatment."
Harry looked at him with slightly widened eyes and raised a strong shield now. "Good to know. But I have some tricks up my sleeve too. Cruor Fervidus!"
Voldemort's eyes widened for the break of a second when the curse raced at him with lightning speed and hit him straight on the chest, before the Dark Lord could even react.
Harry cursed when his legs started to lose their strength and pointed his wand at his arm. "Aquamenti…" he whispered quietly and immediately the pain of the burning flesh started to subdue.
Voldemort had his teeth clenched in pain when Harry looked over to him and he saw the veins on his skin bulging and taking on an angry reddish-black color.
"What's this curse…" hissed Voldemort more to himself than to Harry.
"You don't need to know that", snarled Harry and aimed his wand at the ceiling above his nemesis.
"Praemium Bombarda!"
With a loud 'bang' the ceiling began to crumble and the loud growling from stone grinding on stone was heard. Voldemort looked up when the wall and the ceiling behind and above him crashed down on him.
Harry used the distraction – it was nothing more than that – and rushed over to the place his godfather still lay under his invisibly cloak. He summoned it over to him to know where exactly Sirius was located and shrunk it before putting it into his torn cloak.
He stopped dead in his tracks when a hand gripped his shoulder and whirled around with his wand in front of his face.
"Sir!" shouted Harry and Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"You did well Harry, but you have to rest now. Your injuries could become lethal if you move too much." said the Headmaster and Harry could feel the power radiating off of him. "Go back to Hogwarts and get treated."
Harry hesitated but nodded after a short while. He turned his back to Dumbledore when he saw Voldemort getting out of the debris. "Be careful, Sir."
Dumbledore gave him a brief smile. "I will be, my boy, believe me, I will be. Now go!"
Harry nodded a little reluctantly and took hold of Sirius' arm. He still didn't show any sign of being alive…
Harry gave a chocked sigh and with a lot of work managed to change into a phoenix once more. He closed his eyes and when he felt the familiar tingling sensation, he concentrated hard…
…HPHPHP…
He opened his eyes and nearly screamed in frustration. He was in a relatively large alcove near the visitor's entrance of the Ministry - luckily where Voldemort wasn't able to see them. He clenched his teeth. All he could do now was waiting until Voldemort was gone and ask Dumbledore to help him. He carefully positioned Sirius against the wall and changed back to human.
If the Order was here, that meant, that a message about the wards in the Department of Mysteries must have reached the Ministry officials at Azkaban. They should arrive here soon…
He heard the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort going on and shuddered slightly at the power of magic he felt from those two wizards. Quickly raising a silencing charm around himself and his godfather, he waited.
"Came to protect your golden boy, didn't you?" he heard Voldemort sneer.
Harry felt his vision go blurry and blinked slightly when a stab of pain shot through his head. Flinching and grabbing his scar, he groaned – no longer used to his scar hurting.
'So near… so near…'
Harry felt his body stiffen and clenched his eyes shut. That was the same disembodied voice he had heard in Snape's office when Dumbledore and Nick had been there four days ago.
'The same mind, but still not the same…'
With a hiss, Harry opened his eyes and forced himself to turn to his still unmoving godfather. He looked at him and froze. Sirius was looking at him… looking at him with an expression between exhaustion, worry, awe, pride and anger!
"Damn it, Sirius!" shouted Harry and fell on his knees in front of his godfather before carefully hugging him desperately. "Don't do something as stupid as that ever again!"
Sirius chuckled faintly, but ended up coughing. "That's coming from the right person… I won't hesitate to rescue you when you are in danger. By the way… those were two nice duels…"
"You… you saw them? You were awake then?" asked Harry and Sirius nodded.
"I slightly slipped away shortly after Dumbledore arrived," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I promise that the next time, I'll come earlier to help you more."
Harry shook his head, the haze in his mind disappearing. "No. Once was enough."
"But Harry-"
"I can take care of myself", interrupted Harry and Sirius grimaced because he had just removed a piece of glass from his leg. "Please… I don't want to lose you Padfoot. You're… you're the only family I've left. Promise me, that you only come to help when I ask you to!"
Sirius sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. Harry crouched down next to him and hissed in pain when he shifted his torn shirt to look at the wound were the dagger of Bellatrix had entered his chest.
Sirius' eyes widened when he saw that it was still bleeding. "Harry! Are you okay?" he asked frantically.
Harry nodded when he stood up again – stumbling slightly as he did so - and went to the corner to see what was going on. "Not at the moment, but I will be. That's nothing against the tooth of a Basilisk in your arm…"
He sighed and looked over to Sirius who didn't look really convinced that he was okay and grinned slightly when a loud 'Boom' let the walls around them rattle and a giant dust-cloud took away their sight.
"By Merlin's Beard!" Harry heard a familiar voice say.
More voices joined the first and Harry looked at Sirius, who wore a curious expression on his face as well.
"I saw him Mr. Fudge!" said a man's voice. "I swear it was You-Know-Who! He just Disapparated!"
On Harry's face appeared a brilliant grin and his expression was mirrored by his godfather, who slowly had limped over to him.
"It sounds like it's over…" whispered Harry when it grew louder and louder.
Fudge's voice now clearly echoed through the big hall. He sounded terrified. "I know, Williamson, I know… I saw him too!"
Harry leaned his head on the wall and sighed in relief, before looking down at his hands with a frown. Even if he had trained every day, had used the time-turner to have more time, had read every book that could help him… he still wasn't strong enough to beat Voldemort.
He was sure, that if Dumbledore hadn't arrived he would have been death by now…
He angrily shook his head. That he had been in the hospital wing before they came here wasn't an excuse for the poor job he had done today. He clenched his fists. He realized that despite everything, he was afraid of Voldemort. Afraid of what the creature was capable of doing.
But a small smile made its way to his face nonetheless. He had been able to defend himself and even injure and distract Voldemort. He sure had a long way to go, but he was a huge step closer to his goal now.
"Give me more time…" he whispered to himself and Sirius looked at him with concern. "Then I'll be able to defeat him!"
"You alright pup?" he asked. "Dumbledore just left."
Harry nodded. "I'm alright." He sighed when the fireplaces flared and more and more wizards and witches appeared in the Ministry. "I guess I have to make an appearance too…"
"Let it be, kiddo." said Sirius tiredly. "First you have to go back to Hogwarts and see Pomfrey. Those injuries look bad."
"You're the one to talk!" Harry looked at his godfather with a slight glare. "You could be dead now! You nearly fell through the Veil! It was sheer dumb luck that saved your ass back in the Death Chamber. If Moony had reflected the Blasting Hex instead of dodging it… you just would've fallen backwards… into the Veil… and you would've died! I'm not sure my Accio would've worked on you in that situation! Promise me that you don't do something like that again."
"Well but I… ah… okay pup… I promise. By the way… I'm proud of you", said Sirius with a smile and lured around the corner, over to the commotion near the destroyed fountain, where easily more than three hundred people stood. It seemed as if they all were bombarding Fudge with questions about who they had just seen. Dumbledore was nowhere in sight.
"Looks like Dumbledore dumped Fudge into the lions' den", Harry chuckled.
"Definitely", answered his godfather.
Harry then realized that his ticket back to Hogwarts therefore was nowhere to be found as well and groaned. 'How in Merlin's name should we get back without floo powder? I'm definitely not risking apparating now.'
"Can you wait here for a sec?" he asked and started to walk towards the crowd.
"What're you doing?" asked Sirius perplexed.
He just shook his head. "Nothing dangerous" He gave his godfather a pointed look. "If somebody of the Order comes to you, let them take you to Madame Pomfrey, okay?"
Sirius nodded and Harry dived into the mass of people that were running around. Harry rounded the corner raised his wand and with a loud 'bang', red sparks shot out of its tip.
Some people screamed startled but excited whispers broke out when he lowered his wand and stomped through the crowd that parted in front of him.
"It's Harry Potter!"
"What's he doing here?"
"Look at his clothes… he must've been fighting."
"Those injures look painful…"
He stopped in front of Fudge and looked down at his bloody clothes before sighing and sending a slight glare at the Minister.
"Harry! What are you doing here my boy?" asked Fudge nervously. "You… y-you look awful… are you… have you…"
"I was doing the job of your Aurors." answered Harry calmly and cut Fudge's stuttering short. "I did what you should've done months ago. Professor Dumbledore, some people who actually know what they're doing, my friends and I hindered him to get something that could have killed us all."
"You mean… you fought him?" asked Fudge.
He nodded. "He. Is. Back." he said slowly with his back still turned to the crowd and all the people gasped in shock. "There is no denying it. Voldemort's alive once again." He drove a hand through his messy hair and turned around to address them directly. "I was called crazy for even suggesting something like that last year. But now you saw it for yourself. My friends and I often reminded Minister Fudge, that he should pay more attention to all those attacks on the small villages. He didn't listen…"
"So Minister Fudge, knew?" asked a woman, that Harry immediately recognized as Rita Skeeter. "The Ministry knew that something was up the whole time?"
Harry looked at Fudge, who had gone pale and shook his head. "Yes… they could've found out, if they wanted to. We gave them enough details to at least plant suspicions."
This brought shouts of anger forth. And all were directed at the Ministry itself. Even some of the wizards and witches that worked there voiced their thoughts.
Harry decided to let them be for a while and looked at Amelia Bones, who was standing next to the Minister. She caught his look and raised her eyebrows.
He reached into his pockets and looked at what he took out of it with disgust.
"Madam Bones, Mr. Fudge.", he said and held a furry gray thing in front of the Ministers face before throwing it at the floor. "I have a request."
Fudge trembled and Madam Bones slowly stepped forward. "What is it, Mr. Potter?"
Harry pointed his wand at the thing on the floor and immediately the crowd around him grew silent again. "I want to correct a mistake the Ministry made years ago. I want to free an innocent man."
Madam Bones leaned forwards and examined the thing on the floor. "What has… a rat to do with that?"
Harry murmured a quick spell and the bloody rat changed into an unconscious human shape. "This… is Peter Pettigrew."
Shocked silence greeted that statement and Harry knew that Fudge was close to fainting now.
"You heard right…" he continued quietly. "This is Peter Pettigrew, the rat who Sirius Black was accused of murdering along with thirteen muggles."
"What do you want to tell us with that Mr. Potter?" asked Madam Bones with a small smile.
Harry gave her a small smile in return. "I want my godfather and rightful guardian, the Lord of the most Noble and Ancient House of Black, the Marquis of Magical Kent, Sirius Orion Black, to be cleared of all charges."
"He was your parents' Secret Keeper!" shouted Fudge. "He killed them. And you want us to pardon him?"
Harry glared at him. "He was tricked! He never was my parents' Secret Keeper. Peter Pettigrew was! This rat there is responsible for all those deaths."
"How can you prove that?" asked Fudge. "Another of your stupid lies?"
Harry aimed his wand at Fudge who immediately called the Aurors to arrest him. But no one moved.
"Use Veritaserum you ignorant fool!" hissed Harry and turned around. "I want to see an article about Sirius' innocence in tomorrow's 'Daily Prophet'. Should he not be declared innocent, I swear in front of all those people, that I make your life a living hell… when I'm trough with you, you'll wish, that it had been Voldemort you were dealing with! I no longer have patience to listen to you whining!"
Fudge gulped and Harry suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Nicolas standing behind him. The Alchemist nodded with a small smile and then gestured for him to take hold of a small pocket watch.
He leaned forwards. "Dumbledore informed me about what happened. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to help, but I wasn't at Umbridge's hearing. Perenelle took my place because I had to leave for a potions conference in Japan. But… let's go back to Hogwarts."
"But Sirius is still-"
Nicolas grabbed his hand and placed it on the watch. "Nope. He's already at Hogwarts. Perenelle should've picked him up by now."
The world around him became blurry and he just heard his friends' shouts of relief when his feet touched the ground, before everything around him went black…
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