A/N: Hi! Ok, I'm REALLY sorry it's been like 2 months since I've updated. It wasn't on purpose, I've just been incredibly busy with college and A levels, and family issues, and having a social life and just major writers block. But I've gotten the chapter done now, and I think it's the longest one I've written, so please don't hate me . As always, please review (I'm more likely to update if you review :P) and thanks for reading.

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"What's going on?" Mia questioned, standing from the stairway she was perched on. The trio seemed in a rush, just shaking their heads. Ginny merely glared, keeping hot on Harry's heel, but Neville and Luna slowed down enough to explain.

"Sirius is in danger, Harry thinks we can use the fire place in Umbridge's' office to get to the ministry and save him!" Somehow Neville made it sound like something out of a super hero film. Then again, maybe it was. Either way Mia didn't question it, following them all the way to Umbridge's' office, only stopping when the rest went inside.

"I'll stand watch" she said, peering inside the door as the rest gathered around the fire place. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to go, but rather didn't want to be in the same room as Ginny. Harry was knelt down, quietly saying something to the group and Mia craned her neck around the door to try and hear. Unfortunately that meant she wasn't actually 'looking out', so didn't notice the group advancing until one of them had their right hand over her mouth and was holding her still with their other. Before the brunette knew it, she was getting pushed into the room, where the rest of the group were also being held, with Harry sat in the chair. Mia continued to struggle until the hand around her mouth dropped. Then she began to shout.

"Get our hands off me Malfoy!" she spat, earning a glare from Umbridge, though that was ignored. What wasn't ignored however was how still Draco had suddenly gone. She'd never called him by his last name before and even though it didn't bother him when everyone else did it more than bothered him from Mia. It meant she was likening him to his father and that killed part of him inside. The blonde didn't let it show, well except for the not moving or breathing for several seconds, but all emotion was kept from his face.

"Ah, Snape" Umbridge said as the potions master appeared at the door. "The time for waiting is over. They are going to tell me the truth whether they want to or not. Now did you bring the veritaserum?" Veritaserum? That was the truth telling thing right? Why on earth would she want to use that, it was illegal... Then again, Umbridge didn't strike you as the kind of person who played by the rules.

"You used up the last of the schools stock interrogating the students" he answered in a monotone voice. Mia frowned, thinking back to her interrogation. She's sat down at the desk, and Umbridge had been very adamant she drink the tea. Of course, the old women had basically drugged it. So if any of the members drank it...

"Unless you wish to poison him, and you would have my up most sympathy if you did, I cannot be of assistance". Umbridge just shook her head, and Snape turned to leave, but was momentarily stopped by Harry.

"He's got Padfoot! He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!"

"What?" Umbridge asked in a shrill voice, glancing between Harry and Snape, "What does he mean? Where what's hidden?" Snape shrugged,

"I have no idea" and with that he left, walking straight backed out of the room.

"Well, you've left me with no option. I believe the cruciartus curse will be sufficient". Umbridge said, now disgruntled, whilst turning the photo of Cornelius Fudge face down on her desk. "This should loosen your tongue"

"Just tell her Harry!" Hermione abruptly shouted, fearing for her friend's life. Harry looked confused, torn. "There's a weapon" Hermione continued, and Mia had to give her credit, she was fast when thinking on her feet. "It's hidden, we can show you were". Umbridge smiled triumphantly, letting Harry up and walking to the door with him and Hermione.

"Stay with these" She instructed her inquisitorial squad and disappeared.

"Great" Mia muttered, struggling again. "Let me go!" Draco had already taken a step back as if she'd burned him, so the only place his and Mia's bodies were now touching was his hands on her arms, but he was not letting up. The next thing she knew Ron was talking and reaching into his pocket.

"I'm hungry" he complained, attempting to wriggle out of Crabbe's grip to get whatever food he had. Of course at the mention of food Crabbe reached in for him, pulling out a handful of sweets and shoving half into his mouth.

"S'good" he said between bites, and before long the whole inquisitor squad was eating them. Mia caught sight of the last one, recognising it as a puking pastel before it disappeared into Draco's mouth. Moments after the whole squad let go of their hostages, bending and looking as though they were about to be sick. Mia didn't hang round to find out, slipping past she, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna ran out the door, taking the least used corridors and only stopping when they saw Harry and Hermione on the bridge. Umbridge was no longer with them, and no one bothered to question where she was.

"So, how are getting to London?" Neville asked once Harry and Hermione had been filled in on their escape.

"Look, it's not like I don't appreciate all you've done, all of you, but I've got you into enough trouble as it is" Harry started walking towards the castle again, determined.

"Dumbledore's army was supposed to be about doing something real! Or was that all just words to you?" This time everyone stared at Neville "We are going with you" he added stubbornly. Mia had to give him credit, she wouldn't have been the one to stand up and demand to go. In all honesty she wasn't sure it was a good idea to begin with.

"How would be all get there?" Harry finally asked, which was a very good question. They couldn't get back up to Umbridge's office, not with the state it would be in now, so the flu network was off limit. The only other thing that came to the Slytherin's mind was brooms, but only a few of them actually owned one, so...

"We fly of course!" Mia scowled at Luna as if she should've been following her thought pattern.

"How?"

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Apparently she wasn't following anyone's thought pattern as they ended up on thestrals, made slightly worrying by the fact Mia couldn't see them. Harry, Neville and Luna all could because they'd witnessed someone die, but the others had to put their blind faith in not falling to their death. She spent the whole time with her eyes tightly shut, gripping on to an invisible neck of the creature below her and praying for it to be over. As soon as ground was near she threw herself off, clutching at the floor as if it was her salvation, and it was.

"I am never getting on that thing again" She stated. "What now?" Mia had never been to the Ministry of Magic before, so had no clue how they were to get inside. The thestrals had landed them at what appeared to be an empty London street, with a bright red phone box positioned aimlessly in the middle.

"In there" Harry instructed, pointing at the tiny phone booth. Now, Mia was no expert when it came to muggle objects, but she was quite sure they weren't made for seven people to fit into at once. And she was right, they really weren't. Ginny went in first, prompting Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville and Luna pilled in after, the Slytherin squeezing into the tiny gap and pulling the door shut. It was uncomfortable to say the least, and Mia could honestly say she never intended to get so close to Neville again in her life.

"Ok, now someone ring 2947" Harry instructed as everyone attempted to reach the phone. Clearly the brunette wasn't the one who succeeded, given her position by the door, but someone managed it because a high pitched voice burst from the phone.

"Welcome to the ministry of magic, please state your name and business" Mia frowned, what on earth were they going to say? Give their full names and state they were here to save the infamous Sirius Black? Evidently so, as Harry did just that with the substitution of his godfathers name. Badges then hovered above them, which Mia was able to grab down and distribute, pinning her own 'Mia Lestrange, rescue party' onto her purple and white jacket. "Please sign in at the front desk" The voice piped up again, triggering the phone box to slowly drop into the ground much like a lift would. Thankfully it wasn't a long way down, yet the small space still became very hot and cramped. They all stumbled out once it had come to s top, Ron nearly landing on a disgruntled Slytherin. She had time to notice that the ministry was completely deserted, before having to run after the group0 who had started to leave her behind.

Only Harry had been to the ministry before, so they all followed without question, sliding into a lift (bigger this time than the phone box thankfully) and went down to one of the bottom floors.

"Department of mysteries" The lift said when the door slid open. A long, never ending black marble corridor awaited them, lit with bright white contrasting lights.

"This is it" Harry said after glancing around, slowly walking forward. Mia wasn't exactly sure what 'it' was, considering she'd never bothered to ask more than what was going on earlier, but she could guess it was to do with where Sirius was being held.

Eventually a door came into view at the end of the corridor, rich blue with a shiny metal door handle in the middle. Potter pushed it open to reveal a dark room full of glass balls. Prophecies. That was what was in each small ball, an insight into important events, important, life changing futures. Mia knew it all too well, one of the balls contained her own prophecy.

Not that she was meant to know that. Just after her third birthday three people from the ministry had called round to the Tonks'. A thin stern faced women, flanked by two tall middle aged wizards. Nymphadora had been out that day, and Mia had been sent to bed. But she'd stayed at the top of the stairs, listening to what was said, to what amount of uncontrollable power she would have. Of course, the ministry didn't know the full extent, they'd never actually heard her prophecy.

"He's here somewhere" Harry whispered, snapping Mia back to the current situation at hand. The trio were using their wands to light a small patch up a head, yet Sirius was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Harry had gotten it wrong. At least, that's what the brunette thought until a crash was heard to the left. All heads turned, wands at the ready in anticipation. But nothing happened. "Come on" Harry instructed, rushing down the isle's suddenly in search of a number on the side. Whether he found it or not Mia never knew, as Neville stopped before hand and pointed up to another shelf.

"Harry" he called, "That one's got your name on it." They all stopped in unison, looking up into the Smokey white ball. Harry reached forward, lifting it off the shelf, seeming entranced as it spoke to him. And only him. The others couldn't hear the prophecy, which turned out to be a good thing because they were instead able to hear footsteps. A death eater had emerged down one of the isles, now walking slowly towards them.

"Harry" Hermione mumbled worriedly, causing the boy who lived to turn back to them.

"Where's Sirius?" He demanded, though Mia didn't pay attention to the answer. She was too busy looking at the snake head cane in the death eater's right hand, watching as he pulled his wand from it and knowing instantly who it was, hatred and anger clouding her judgement as she flung a curse at him. He deflected it, carrying on as if it had never happened. His wand lifted up to his face, removing the mask and revealing what she already knew. Lucius Malfoy. The others seemed shocked.

"You saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see" he said calmly, "Now, hand me the prophecy."

"If you do anything to us I'll break it" Harry threatened, holding it more securely in his hand. Then a cackling started to echo around them, and Mia was glad she hadn't been the one to hold the prophecy, if she had it would've been dropped and accidentally smashed to pieces.

"He knows how to play" The laughing voice said, coming into view. Yes, it definitely would've been dropped. Hell, she did well not to drop her wand and retreat back in the opposite direction. The women was middle aged, the same as Lucius, with rich black wavy hair and deep set green eyes. In fact, if it wasn't for the sneer on her face, Mia might have said her mother was pretty. "Itty, bitty, baby, Potter" The women continued in a taunting voice, stopping when she got to Lucius' side.

"Bellatrix Lestrange"

"Neville Longbottom is it? How's mom and dad?" Wow, her mother really wasn't a subtle person then. And clearly didn't recognise her own daughter either. Lucius had had enough of the talking however.

"Now now, all we want is that prophecy" he said, standing half in front of Bellatrix as if he could make her disappear.

"Why does Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Harry questioned back. Mia thought she knew why, something to do with only the owner being able to find it, which was why the ministry had never been able to hear hers, but she couldn't be certain.

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix whispered, eyes widening in shock. "You filthy half blood!" Great. Her mother really was barking mad. Lucius had started speaking again, explaining why only Harry could get the prophecy, but Mia's attention was focused solely on the women who she shared a last name with. Other death eaters were appearing around them, but still she didn't take her eyes off the older women. The other death eaters were getting closer.

"I've waited fourteen years" Harry said, eyes fixed on Malfoy.

"I know" for a second Mia thought he was about to hand the prophecy over.

"I guess I can wait a while longer" Never mind. "Now!" Harry shouted, and everyone started firing curses at the death eaters. Well, everyone except Mia who had clearly missed the part where 'now' meant attack, and stood dumbstruck for several long seconds. Then the group was running and she was once more at the back having to catch up. This time when a death eater appeared, mask still on, she was prepared enough to hit him dead on with one of the charms she'd learnt in the D.A and freeze them on the spot. She took extra pleasure in hitting the frozen person with the ball of her hand and watching as they fell to the ground.

"Come on!" Luna was then shouting, grabbing her arm and propelling her forward. They nearly ran straight into the rest of the group who'd been stood between two shelves. A death eater was coming towards them, but Ginny took care of it, shouting 'Reducto!' and watching as it was flung backwards.

Mia was just about to say well done when the prophecies started to fall from the shelves, much like dominos, crashing on the floor below.

"Get back to the door!" Harry shouted, and they were all running again, faster this time, Mia going flat out and reaching the door first. She didn't even pause before rushing through it, though certainly hadn't expected to find herself falling, screaming down a black tunnel. And then she was stopped, hovering above the ground until the rest of the group joined her and dropped onto the hard floor.

"Oomph" she muttered, standing up and rolling her shoulders. They were now in a circular room, with a large stone archway in the middle, mist swirling around inside of it.

"Get behind me!" Harry suddenly called out again, pointing his wand up at something the others hadn't yet seen. Swirling clouds of death eaters came down over them then, knocking their wands out of their hands and flinging them to separate sides. Mia found herself pulled back against someone, their fist in her hair, a wand at her throat. Harry was still stood in the middle, but for once Lucius wasn't focusing on him, he was looking at Mia.

"How ironic" he laughed, which was when the brunette realised who was holding her. Bellatrix pulled harder on Mia's hair, forcing her head up, confusion replacing the sneer.

"Why?" She questioned, and Mia couldn't help herself.

"Sure, Malfoy's not about to win father of the year, but at least he knows what his son looks like." It all happened incredibly fast. One second her head was held up, a wand at her throat, the next she'd been kicked in the back of the knees, stumbled to the ground and had her left arm yanked painfully into the air with Bellatrix's wand pressed into it. A searing pain shot down, from her finger tips to shoulder blade and the dark mark became on full view to the world. Bellatrix started to cackle again.

Thankfully she stopped when Lucius began talking to Harry, still keeping her daughter sat awkwardly on the floor.

"Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think, that you stood a chance against us?" He paused, walking around to the other side of Harry. "I'll make it simple for you Potter, give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die" Harry glanced around at each of them, and Mia could imagine how hard it was for him right now, then he slowly lifted the foggy ball up, placing it into the older blonde man's hand. It all seemed to be over, they'd lost, at least that's how it appeared until a bright flash of light lit up the once dark room and several aurors, along with Sirius Black all arrived.

"Get away from my Godson" He ordered, standing in front of Malfoy and punching him in the face. Mia grinned, though didn't have much time to savour the moment, having to roll out of the way as a curse was flung at her mother who promptly disappeared, opting for flying around the room in a black mist cackling once more. That was beginning to get incredibly irritating. Ignoring it the brunette opted not to fight back and instead crouched behind a half broken stone pillar near one of the doorways. Sirius and Harry were fighting Lucius in the middle next to the stone archway, and he'd just been sent flying back from the platform thanks to Sirius who was now grinning triumphantly, when Bellatrix reappeared, her wand pointed at the older man,

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius fell back into the archway, vanishing into the fog.

Then things started to go in fast forward again. Harry was shouting, crying and Remus Lupin was holding him back from the archway. Bellatrix was sneering again, directly at Harry and slipping through the nearest doorway, and then Harry was running after her. And then Mia was too. She had to admit the years of quidditch training had come in useful as she dodged past the aurors, running full speed after the other two. If it hadn't been for the taunting chorus of 'I killed Sirius Black', she would have lost them. As it was, she skidded to a stop just behind Potter, her mother lying on the floor, scowling, or rather pouting (though that wasn't a word Mia wanted to associate with the women doing at Harry) up at him. Then she started laughing at something behind the two teenagers. Mia turned around in time to catch Voldemort, his wand pointed straight at her,

"Avada-"

"Stop!" Bellatrix was the last person Mia expected to shout that, but she had, and it had worked. "It's her" she carried on, standing up and gripping the brunettes arm once more, sharp nails biting into her flesh. Voldemort peered at the dark mark for several long seconds, placing his wand on it this time, the pain so intense that it brought tears to her eyes. Logically there was no need what so ever to worry, if he did try to kill her, her 'other' side would kick in and fight back. But the logical side of her brain wasn't working right now. If it had been she would've made a break for it when he finally let go, arm dropping limply to her side. Instead the Slytherin just stood there.

She didn't even move when Dumbledore appeared in one of the fire places lining the room, but did finally take note they were back at the start of the ministry where the red phone box had deposited them.

"It was foolish of you to come here tonight Tom" Dumbledore said, "The aurors are on their way"

"By which time I shall be gone, and you shall be dead."

Curses started to fly between them, yet Mia was otherwise occupied. She'd been stood mere feet from one of the fire places, and now Bellatrix was somehow behind her, pulling her backwards as green flames engulfed them. Mia screamed, a word, a name, it barely even registered to her what or why, but Bellatrix was confused enough by the seemingly random change of location that Mia was able to slip out of her grasp, push open the nearest door and run. Up the first flight of stairs, up the second, down a long corridor and duck into a room.

It took her a moment to realise where she truly was, what place, who's place, who's room she was standing in.

Draco

There was no time to focus on it though, she had to hide! The room still looked the same. Minimal possessions, a desk, wardrobe, bed and bathroom. All of them were too obvious to hide in. But there was still that small space, if she could fit of course, the gap between the bed and the wall where you couldn't be seen unless they knew you were there. And she was betting Bellatrix wouldn't know she was there. Without a second thought Mia wedged herself into the gap, legs squished up to her chin at an odd angle just in time for the door to be flung open, nearly coming off its hinges. The teenager held her breath as he room and adjoining bathroom was searched, wardrobe door broken open and a curse cast at the bed that sent the sheets scattering across the floor. Then, after what seemed like a life time; or at least long enough for her to start feeling light headed for holding her breath so long, the slamming of the bedroom door was heard along with several curse words getting quieter as the older women stalked off. And then she still didn't come out from the gap. Instead she tried to spread out a little, though regretted it when she cut her finger on an oddly shaped floor board. Wait. The Malfoy's were rich, why would they have a dodgy floor board? After closer inspection Mia found that it lifted up, revealing a small hole in the floor. She knew it would be wrong to put her hand down and search, but it wasn't like she owed Malfoy anything.

It looked like it was empty at first, and it wasn't until the Slytherin pressed her hand right to the back that she felt anything. Giving a little tug, a small bundle came up, possessions wrapped inside an old green t-shirt. Carefully Mia unwrapped it, sitting in disbelief when she'd done so. The t-shirt held three things. The first probably shocked her the most, and she put the rest momentarily to the side. It was a book, an old book, and one that had been read plenty of times by its owner.

Dracula

"No" she heard herself whisper, then clasped her hand over her mouth and waited in anticipation for the door to blown open and her hiding place discovered. Luckily that never happened and she was able to turn her attention back to the muggle book. Slowly turning the pages, the birthday message that had been written over a year ago became visible. This didn't make any sense! And neither did the other two objects. The charm bracelet was in the pile, the one Fred had never returned with when he'd gone to collect the brunette's things after the Yule ball and she'd never had it in her to ask him what had happened to it. Three extra charms had been added on for the birthday and Christmases when it hadn't been in her possession and without thinking she slipped it onto her wrist, subconsciously touching the tiny dragon charm and watching as it blew a puff of smoke.

The final item was a photograph, taken at the end of their second year. A younger Mia was stood next to a younger Draco, shaking her head and laughing at something he'd said. He was smiling. Actually smiling at her. Mia gripped the photo and book, holding both close to her chest as she rested her head forward against the wall, sitting in complete and utter silence until she was eventually found by Narcissa Malfoy.