For those who have read the series, you more than likely know what's going to happen this chapter. And you also know that Ron didn't get to see what happened, as he was attacked by the brains (THAT HAPPENED DIRECTORS! WHY COULDN'T THAT HAVE BEEN INCLUDED?!), so it may seem a bit confusing, as Ron will not be thinking straight, so the POV will be of someone who is heavily drunk.

Next chapter (where Ron isn't in it as all, as in involves the Dumbledore vs Voldy fight) Imma have the brains take a huge toll on him and his dreams. I'm actually very excited to do it, and I'm hoping I can do it justice.

Again, a mainly Rowling chapter, but I'll try my best with the spells and parts where Ron isn't anywhere near Harry.

Chapter 158: Dumbstruck

Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around us blocking our way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at our hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror.

"To me, Potter," repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I took a glance around, trying to find even a hint of a safe route to use to escape.

There wasn't any.

"To me," said Malfoy yet again.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry said.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to my left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"

"Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman, sounding like a toddler.

She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from us, the light from their wands were almost blinding.

"You've got him," said Harry, in a voice of growing rage. "He's here. I know he is."

"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," said the woman in her horrible, mock baby voice that cause me to begin trembling with anger. I had never wanted to hex a bint so badly in my life.

"Don't do anything," Harry muttered,to me. "Not yet-"

The woman who had mimicked him let out an obnoxious scream of laughter.

"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix (I heard Neville suck in a breath at the sound of her name)," said Malfoy softly. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here," said Harry in a panicky voice. "I know you've got him!"

More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all. I wanted to curse her voice from her body.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

"Go on, then," said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the rest of us bravely rose our wands as well, but the Death Eaters did not strike.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said Malfoy coolly.

"Yeah, right!" laughed Harry this time. "I give you this-prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked: "Accio proph -"

Harry was just ready for her: he shouted "Protego" before she had finished her spell, his fingers grasping tightly around the orb.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter," she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then-"

"I TOLD YOU, NO!" roared Malfoy. "If you smash it-!"

I glanced over at the others. Ginny looked as if she was trying her best to keep it together, Hermione looked between holding her own and breaking down, Neville had a look of determination, and for the first time, Luna looked more attentive than I had ever seen her.

The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had fucked her face up, she looked as if she had little to any fat in it, yet she wore it freakishly well. Her hair stood more frizzy than Hermione, and stuck out in ashy black waves all over her head. She smiled and I felt sick, as her teeth were more gray than white, and looked as if bugs were going to crawl from the small gaps at any given moment.

"You need more persuasion?" she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Very well-take the smallest one," she ordered the Death Eaters beside her, referring to Ginny. "Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

We closed in around Ginny with Harry stepping right in front of her. Ginny looked as if she was trying to mask her fear, and held her wand tightly in her hand, keeping it raised.

"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," Harry said. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

She did not move; she merely stared at him while licking at let dry lips as if she was fucking hungry.

'So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy are we talking about, anyway?"

I continued to dart my eyes around searching for an opening. A weak spot. Hell, even an unsure Death Eater that could be caught off guard.

"What kind of prophecy?" repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting," said Harry. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.

"You dare speak his name?" whispered Bellatrix, as if Harry saying You Know Who's name was completely disrespectful.

"Yeah," said Harry in a nonchalant and taunting manner. "Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol-"

"Shut your mouth!" Bellatrix shrieked. "You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare-"

"Did you know he's a half-blood too?" taunted Harry recklessly. "Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle...or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?"

"STUPEF-"

"NO!"

A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it; his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered.

Two figures, pearly-white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices had meld with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.

"... at the solstice will come a new ..." said the figure of an old, bearded man.

"DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

"He dared-he dares-"shrieked Bellatrix as if she was on the verge of tantruming, "he stands there-filthy half-blood -"

"WAIT UNTIL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!" yelled Malfoy.

"... and none will come after ..." said the figure of a young woman.

The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Harry suddenly looked like he had an idea.

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over," he said, his voice as casual as if it were him, me, and Hermione conversing in the common room back at Hogwarts.

"Do not play games with us, Potter," said Malfoy.

"I'm not playing games," said Harry.

"What?" I heard Hermione whisper for some odd reason..

"Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered.

"I-what?" said Harry in surprise. "What about my scar?"

'What?' whispered Hermione again.

"Can this be?" said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, I thought I heard Harry hiss out a sentence, but I couldn't make it out.

"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy repeated in mock perplexion. "Well, this explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording."

I heard Hermione whisper "Smash shelves when prompted, pass it on" in my ear. I quickly whispered the message to Ginny, eager to do the deed.

"Did he?" said Harry. "So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?"

"Why?" Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. "Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him."

"And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?"

"About both of you, Potter, about both of you ... haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"

Harry seemed as if he was eager to learn more. I prayed to Merlin he wouldn't let Ferret Fuck's dad distract him from his own plan.

"Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me? And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?" asked Harry.

"Get it himself?" shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?"

"So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?" said Harry. "Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it-and Bode?"

"Very good, Potter, very good ..." said Malfoy slowly. "But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell-"

"NOW!" yelled Harry.

The rest of us bellowed, 'REDUCTO!' Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite of us exploded as they hit; the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there. Voices sounded and clashed together in what sounded like gibberish all around us.

"RUN!" Harry yelled, as the shelves swayed, grabbing Hermione's robes and taking off. I grabbed a hold of Ginny's hand and took off in the opposite direction, thinking that if we separated, it would make things complicated for the Death Eaters. I had no idea which way Neville and Luna had gone.

We ran through a random door that wasn't marked with a red X. It seemed like an ordinary broom closet.

"Stay here! I urged Ginny.

"Fuck no!" she screamed. "We are in this together!"

I gave her a panicked look. I didn't want her to fight. She was only 14, she didn't need to be there anyways. My baby sister. However, she was just as stubborn as I was, so I knew there was no keeping her contained.

"Right." I said. Just keep low, aim high, and if you get hurt, I'm kicking your ass for the scolding Mum will give me."

Ginny smirked and pushed me back out of the door, where we had to make a run for it.

Spells were being thrown left and right and it was hard to see who was doing it or what was thrown.

The room was spinning madly, adding to the confusion of it all. We ended up in some weird room that was emitting such a terrible noise that I wanted to slice off my ears.

We quickly ran into a room that seemed to have small versions of the planets in them. Luna had appeared out of almost nowhere.

"What is this place?" she said as if asking for directions to the owlery.

"Dunno, but it isn't right." I said, holding up my wand.

A masked figure popped out of nowhere. He sneered at Ginny and Luna, and I stepped in front of them, ready to strike.

Suddenly...the world...wait...did I just knock that bloke backwards? Wicked! Did...OH SHIT IS THAT URANUS?! Oh, shit, my head. I felt like I had drank about 8 gallons of butter beer. Fun fact: it has actual alcohol in it. And they give it to students!

"Ron?" I heard Ginny say. Ginny. What was Mum thinking naming my sister Ginevra? She absolutely hated her name.

"Gin, I...GIN!" I exclaimed. "Hey Gin, did you know that gin is a Muggle drink?! You're a Muggle drink!"

My sister gave me a grimace of a look. Why was she looking at me like I was on something, I was fine...wait...what was I doing?

"Ron, are you okay?" she said, shaking me back and forth. I almost threw up on her bloody robes...FUCK HER ROBES HER BLOODY!

"GINNY WHO DID THAT TO- Oh shit!" I said, tripping over my own feel like some clumsy oaf...oaf...that word is so fucking funny.

Luna looked at me as if I were barmy. Usually she was the barmy one...barmy...shwarmy...marmy...

"Ron!" I heard Harry say. Where the bloody fuck had he been?! . "Ginny-are you all-?"

"Harry," I said giggling, as I lurched forward, seizing the front of Harry's robes and looking into his eyes...well...Gin was right about the fresh pickled toad thing. "There you are ... ha ha ha ... you look funny, Harry ... you're all fucked up ..."

"Ginny?" Harry said sounding like he was scared. What's to be scared of? I thought we were having a lovely time! "What happened?"

"I think her ankle's broken, I heard something crack," I heard Luna whisper, bending over Ginny. "Four of them chased us into a dark room full of planets; it was a very odd place, some of the time we were just floating in the dark-"

"Harry, we saw Uranus up close!" I laughed. "Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus-ha ha ha-"

I suddenly tasted blood. Ewwwww that was fucking nasty.

"-anyway, one of them grabbed Ginny's foot, I used the Reductor Curse and blew up Pluto in his face, but ..."

"And what about Ron?" said Harry, trying to hold me up, which i couldn't understand why, I was completely...oh shit did something spin?!

"I don't know what they hit him with," said Luna sadly, "but he's gone a bit funny, I could hardly get him along at all."

"Harry," I whispered, pulling Harry's ear down to my mouth and laughing, "you know who this girl is, Harry? She's Loony ...She's fucking Loony Lovegood ... ha ha ha ..."

"We've got to get out of here," said Harry. "Luna, can you help Ginny?"

"Yes," said Luna...Luna Luna Bo Buna, Banana Fanna...

"It's only my ankle, I can do it myself!" yelled Ginny, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support. Harry dragged me along with him, despite the fact that I could walk. Why were they acting so strangely to me?

He heaved me towards a door. Another door across from us opened, and three Death Eaters sped in, led by that loud angry bitch I remembered from earlier.

What a fucking evil bitch! I had half a mind to...

"THERE THEY ARE!" she shrieked.

Stunning Spells shot across the room: Harry smashed his way through the door ahead, flinging me off of him. It was then I noticed he was helping Neville with...wait...HERMIONE? WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO HER...

Wait...where the bloody hell...was this that room with the...IT WAS! THE BRAINS!

I stumbled around trying to find the pool with the brains in it. It was so fucking wicked, I really wanted to see it again. I tuned out all the use mess commotion in the background. Why were they still fighting? Didn't they have any idea how fucking cool this room was?!

"Hey!" I said to Harry, trying to keep my balance, something had to be wrong with my legs. "Hey, Harry, there are brains in here, ha ha ha, isn't that weird, Harry?"

"Ron, get out of the way, get down-"

I had to investigate those brains. I took out my wand and pointed it at the tank.

"Honest, Harry, they're brains-look-Accio brain!"

A brain burst from the green liquid like a grindylow when they would jump out to catch ducks on the lake. For a moment it seemed suspended in midair, then it soared towards me like a quaffle, spinning as it came.

"Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it-" I said, as I watched it fly towards me. "Harry, come and touch it; bet it's weird-"

"RON, NO!"

With my tremendous keeper skills. I caught it with ease. It was cool and slimy to the touch. It was the...wait a minute...what was this now? The tentacles began wrapping themselves around my arms like ropes, and they latched onto me, causing my skin to burn.

"Harry, look what's happen-No-no-I don't like it-no, stop-stop! FUCKING STOP!"

The thin ribbons were spinning around my chest. FUCK! I had to get them off, they were burning me, latching themselves onto my skin. I could almost see and taste the pain, it was so intense!

I thought I heard Harry yell out a spell, and my sister yelling too, but it seemed off in the distance. Even my screaming seemed off as I felt the pain causing me to float away. My eyesight grew blurry. I was starting to see images that I knew for a fact couldn't be mine. A porch. A lady on a rocking chair humming. Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, only in different robes. Fear. Crying. Someone was crying.

And then I faded out.