[this is a long one, full of feels - enemies of the heir, beware]

Ch. 20: He's Back [Part 2]

Song For Chapter: You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol

   Hermione rushed towards us, Harry on her heels as she latched eyes on mine, "How'd you get away?" 

    Ginny craned her neck towards Ron, "Puking Pastels, it wasn't pretty...," she trailed off as Luna nodded lightly, thinking back to the rainbow display.

    Ron handed Harry his wand and I pulled Hermione's out of my pocket, I had made sure to snatch it off of Umbridge's desk as we ran out. "I'd told them I was hungry, they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves," he grinned, almost dopey, and Hermione's face spread into a sweet smile.

    "That was clever, Ron," She praised him as his ears burned a little, I bit back a chuckle at the exchange in compliments.

    "Uh," I piped up, eyes flickering from Hermione to Harry, "What'd you guys do with Umbridge's body?"

    Harry exchanged a look with Hermione and they both sighed, something definitely had happened. Before they could explain, Neville interrupted, pointing us all back towards the task at hand, "So, how are we getting to London?" He asked, puffing out his chest slightly as Luna eyed him.

    Harry furrowed his brow, shaking his head slightly, "Look, it's not as if I don't appreciate the help, but -"

    "- No, no, no," I stopped him right there, knowing that he was going to pull the 'hero' card and tell us to stay back, "Dumbledore's Army was supposed to be about doing something real," I added, Neville nodding beside me.

    "Or was that all just words to you?" He egged Harry on. Way to lay the guilt on thick, Neville. I'd thought to myself, sighing a little as the tightness in my chest throbbed. So much guilt today. I missed Fred's jokes already.

    "Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate," Ron edged closer to Hermione, but not enough for either of them to notice. Just I.

    Harry adjusted his glasses, eyes flickering from each of our faces. "So, how are we getting to London?" 

    "We fly, of course," Luna's airy voice floated up from beside Neville as we turned to look at her.

    Luna and Harry led us out into the fields behind Hagrid's hut, making sure no one saw us as we made our way out of the school's grounds. "Over there," Luna nodded, pointing a pale finger towards an open area where absolutely nothing was. 

    "Uh, Luna - I don't see anything," I frowned, glancing towards her as she rushed towards the middle of the field, extending a hand and stroking the air like a talented mime. 

    "Don't worry, Elle," She sent me a sweet smile, "They are very misunderstood creatures, Thestrals, but they won't hurt you."

    I turned my gaze away from the pixie girl and onto Hermione, "Hermione, she's petting thin air," I whispered to my twin as her eyes glazed over, thinking back on all her Care of Magical Creatures lessons, trying to remember where she'd heard the name Thestral before.

    "Luna's right," Hermione pipped up, a grin spreading onto her face as she maneuvered past me, stepping up beside Luna. "Luna, you can see them?" 

    "See what?" Ron questioned, raising a brow at the girls, "I don't see anything."

    Hermione chuckled as Luna nodded, jumping up in the air and swinging a small leg over nothing as if to straddle the back of a horse. She was floating in the air, nothing underneath her. "Thestrals are animals that can only be seen if one has seen death," Hermione commented, "They are said to have wings and can fly great distances, they can help us." 

    "Wicked," Ron grinned. At the word, I cringed, thinking once more about Fred and George. 

    We didn't have very much time to think too deeply about the matter, since Harry thought that Sirius was in life altering danger. So, I let Harry quickly guide me onto the back of a threstral, and, gingerly hopped on, realizing how terrible of an idea this was.

    Hermione sensed my fear as soon as I felt it. "Elle, I know you are scared of heights, but they're completely safe. Trust me, if nothing else."

    I gave her a small, sure smile. "Alright - I trust you, at least..."

    In a minute we were rocketing across the sky, racing against the sun as it lazily began to set, sinking low in the horizon. London was slowly, but surely coming up as we planned how we were going to break into the Ministry of Magic.

    Getting on the ground floor, the Ministry was completely vacated as we rushed towards a thick, bronze elevator, everyone piling in and reaching up to grab the handles hanging from the box's ceiling. This was the very first time I had been in the Ministry of Magic, and, I didn't like it. 

    It felt cold and dark. The black, granite walls reflected our own scared and yet determined faces as we were pushed through space, the elevator's calm, mechanical voice lightly announcing, 'Department of Mysteries'.

    I spared Hermione a momentary glance of fear, swallowing the rising lump in my throat. After all, we were only a bunch of sixteen year olds, thinking we could take on Voldemort.

    How much danger were our lives in? I felt a sudden rush up my spine as the voice in my back of my head responded, "A lot."

    The seven of us slowly made our way down the corridor that led to the department's door, our labored breathing echoing ominously off the cold walls. "This is it," Harry nodded, clenching his jaw, "I can feel it."

    No one else spoke, no one even dared to breathe as we opened the thick door. For a moment, I thought it was surprising that the Ministry didn't bother protecting their top secret rooms with any enchantments. But, as we took a step forward, I realized that I had thought too soon.

    The room swirled around in a circle, moving all the doors and causing us to lose track of where we were supposed to go. "Just great," Hermione huffed, eyes flickering from each of the five doors, "We are going to need to check each one." 

    Harry murmured curses under his breath, annoyed that Sirius could be in danger and we were stuck, playing musical doors. I rushed towards the first door, yanking it open and peering in, but it appeared to be a storage closet of some sort. 

    As soon as I stepped away from the door frame, the room spun once more, jumbling up the doors for a second time. "We are going to need to mark the doors, it's a confusing enchantment that is a precaution," Hermione mentioned, though I felt a need to say 'thank you, Captain Obvious', I shoved it down.

    We tried the next door, but it seemed to be a room filled with magical objects of Muggle sort, I assumed that they were cursed in one way or another, and Hermione made sure to mark the door with a large, glowing 'X' before stepping away. 

    The next time the room spun, the 'X' went with it, remaining over the door to allow us to find the real one quicker. Two doors later, we pushed open a door to a dimly lit room that was glowing with an inauspicious blue light, reflecting around our faces palely and casting a sickening shadow.

    The door slammed with a thick 'CLANK' behind us, sealing our fate as I pulled out my wand, as did the others, casting light from the tip of my wand. Harry spared us all a somber glance before turning on his heel and rushing down the long isles of what looked like foggy, crystal balls.

    "Ninety-four," Harry heaved out, waving his wand around, "Ninety-five," his voice came out rugged as he pointed his light down towards the ground, a furrow carved deep into his forehead and he shook his head, angry, "He was here - he was right here!" 

    "Harry," I felt my stomach sink, realizing the worst, "Harry, I think we should leave, he's not here," 

    Neville's eyes trailed around the rows, cutting off my pleading and Harry's protests, "Harry," he said, poking a crystal ball, "This one's got your name on it."

    Hermione and Ron watched their close friend in worry, stepping aside as he maneuvered towards the crystal ball, watching the mist swirl and churn in patience, waiting for Harry to pick it up. He lifted a cautious hand to touch it, but pulled it back, as if he was afraid of getting burned, casting us a look of questioning, as if asking us whether he should grasp it or not. 

    I was generally curious, so I nodded towards him, but I could tell by the firm mouth Hermione was sporting that she wasn't too keen on the idea. Harry reached out once more, placing the small orb into his hands.

    Slowly, the mist began to churn faster, a woman's haunting voice floating out of the swirling abyss:

        "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 power the Dark Lord knows not.

    For neither can live while the other survives."

    The sound of thick footsteps pulled Hermione's thoughts away from the prophecy and she cried out towards Harry, to get his attention, "H-Harry!"

    Slowly, as if they were under the presumption that they had all the time in the world, a single masked man stalked towards us, a regal voice muttering towards Harry as he demanded to know where Sirius was. "You know, you really should know the difference between dreams and," the man waved his wand, causing his mask to disperse into a cloud of smoke, revealing a pale face with long, white hair, "And, reality."

    I stared at the man for a moment, recognizing him, but unable to place where I had seen the man before, as if it had been a long, long time ago. Hermione swallowed a shallow lump in her throat beside me, her wand arm wavering a little at the man's identity. 

    "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see," The man's steel eyes sharpened as they flickered towards Hermione and I, a look of disgust clearly evident on his face, one that reminded me of Malfoy. "Now, hand me the prophecy."

    Harry lifted his hand as if to drop the crystal ball, "If you do anything to us, I'll drop it."

    A shrill cackle responded in the darkness, and, I felt my chest heave up and down in anxiety as more masked figures began to appear in my peripheral visions. "Oh," the shrill voice sung, "He knows how to play! Itty, bitty, baby Potter," She cooed, stepping into the light. 

    Her face as drawn tight, dark circles were prominent under her eyes as she stalked closer. She looked like a methed out insomniac. 

    Neville faltered beside Luna and she peered up at him in slight worry, "Bellatrix Lestrange," he spat out, face turning the color of milk despite how desperately he attempted to keep his voice level and brave.

    The woman's eyes bounced towards the boy, widening with a twisted sort of pleasure as she beamed at him, "Neville... Longbottom, wasn't it?" She paused, letting a sadistic smirk spread on her black lips, "How's your mum and dad?" 

    Neville took a bold step forward, attempting to lunge at the woman, but a surprisingly firm hand from Luna held him back, "Better now that they're about to be avenged!"

    Bellatrix raised her wand in defense of herself, but the pale man held up his palms, as if to be level headed about the situation, "Let's just be rational about this now, shall we? All we want," he nodded towards Harry, "Is that prophecy."

    Harry's brow crumpled, "Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" 

    The meth head's eyes widened to the point were I wanted to avert my own, afraid that her eyeballs would fall straight out of her head. "You dare speak his name?" She hissed, shock turning quickly to fury, like the flicker of a switch, "YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!" 

    "It's alright, it's alright," The man tried to calm her, the way his back was as stiff as a board told me that even he was afraid of the woman standing behind him. She was like a wild tiger, anything and everything could set her off, and she would devour anything in her path. "He's just a curious lad, aren't you?"

    I remembered the voice from a year or so ago, and it finally clicked in my mind as to who this mystery man was. Lucius Malfoy - Draco Malfoy's father. Awesome.

    More, quiet, footsteps began to surround us, figures in black and masks began to quickly encircle us, closing in. I felt my wand twitch as shivers of agitation began to rack up my spine, along side tremors of fear. 

    Ginny sent me a nervous glint in her eye, a frown etched on all of our faces. We were stupid to come. We were childish. We were not old enough to take these many enemies on, let alone notorious Death Eaters. 

    We all turned our bodies slowly, as if to keep them from swarming us, covering each direction, trying to show our Gryffindor bravery. "Don't you want to know the secret of your scar?" Lucius asked gruffly, stepping rather close to us, but Harry didn't flinch.

    "I've waited fourteen years," Harry admitted.

    Lucius feigned a grimace of sadness, tsking, "I know, it's not fair."

    "I guess I can wait a little longer," Harry replied, remaining firm in his decision. "Now!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand towards Lucius.

    I rose a brow, 'Shit, what does that mean? I didn't know we had a plan!' The others yelled 'Stupefy' and, I quickly aimed at a random cloaked man, a few seconds after them, "Stupefy!" The man dodged the spell and my eye twitched a little, but I followed the group as they booked it down the hallway, turning left and dodging the attacking Death Eaters.

    Black mist swirled around our heads as they raced to catch us with us. In the fog, Luna and I got momentarily separated from the group, a masked figure appearing in front of Luna and I, socking Luna in the face and giving her a split lip.

    Fury licked through me as I watched her tumble on to the floor, and, before the figure could disappear, I latched onto it's cloak, ripping off the man's mask as he rocketed us through space. He was older, grey lining his goatee, and there was nothing particularly interesting about his features. Snarling at me, he tried to kick me off, but I kept my grip on his arms, unable to reach my wand, but wanting to hurt him as badly as he'd hurt Luna. 

    Growling, I pulled my head back and knocked it hard against his own, a satisfying sound of cartilage snapping and a sicking feeling of his own blood splashing against my cheek, filled our silence as he howled in pain, managing to shake me off. My stomach dropped as I plummeted down onto the cold, granite floor. 

    I covered the back of my head, protecting my cranium from the impact. "Accresco Momentum!" Luna's light voice called from below me, stopping my impact speed so I barely bumped into the ground when I finally did reach it. 

    "Thanks, Luna," I sighed, shaking myself slightly as I regained my ability to walk. I had just been forced through one of my greatest fears. 

    "No problem," Luna smiled, "I like to imagine that you'd do the same for me."

    I only nodded in response to her statement, we both knew I would, and we took off running, trying to catch up with the others. We ran into Neville as he dodged a Death Eater and pointed his wand on him, yelling: "P-p-petrificus Totalus!"

    Luna grabbed his hand into hers and smiled softly at him, leading him along with us, "Well done, Neville!" 

    Death Eaters began to approach us from each side, casting low curses at us, nothing that would particularly maim us, and, something told me that they were purposefully holding back. Perhaps it was a command from Voldemort.

    The man whom I had hit with my own head appeared beside me, eyes furious and agitated, nose bent at an odd angle. Curses flashed through my brain, but the only prominent one I could think of was, "Acalanthus!"

    With a shriek, the man began to seize up, multiple sounds of bones popping filled Neville, Luna, and I's ears as his body started to morph into a giant, yellow canary. Beak and all. 

    Neville's face paled as he thought back to earlier in the year when the twins had tricked him into eating a Canary Custard. "That's brilliant, Elle, where ever did you learn that?" Luna asked, cocking her head to the side as I pushed them along. The magic wouldn't last long - five minutes at most. 

    "I learned it for the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," I felt my eyes water a little at the fresh wounds, pushing my body to run faster. 

    Rounding the corner, we ran into the rest of the group, getting back into our defensive positions. Again, I wished Fred and George were here. The more we had on our side, the better. But, they were long gone - perhaps they were being screamed at by Molly right about now.

     Ginny stood in front of us as five Death Eaters began to rush us, pulling out her wand. "Reducto!" She shouted, a loud bang emitting from the tip of her wand and causing the walls and walls of prophecies to wobble slightly. 

    Slowly, crystal balls began falling from the top shelves as the cabinets quaked, hundreds of prophecies being forever destroyed. "Shit," I breathed out as Ron whistled out a tiny, 'bloody hell'. 

    Hermione's eyes widened a little and she grabbled Ron and I by the arms, "MOVE!" She yelled, pushing us all out, causing us to run from the quickly collapsing room. Neville noticed Luna watching in slight amazement and lightly tugged on her arm, pulling her behind him. Any moment we could be pummeled with hordes of misty glass. 

    "Get back to the door!" Harry yelled, urgently.

    I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself, "Thanks, Captain Obvious!" Harry ignored my comment, but Hermione cast a withering look in my direction, as if to say 'he is only trying to help'.

    Running, cold, misty glass shattered and pooled around our ankles, cutting my exposed skin. The door was getting closer, and, Ron kicked it open, helping Hermione out before falling out himself. I didn't spend much time considering why they all seemed to be falling, until I tripped out the door myself. 

    We were falling at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour, barreling quickly towards a rocky ground. I clamped my eyes shut, waiting for the pain and the eventual death afterwards, but right before impact our momentum stopped, and we hovered for about a second before hitting the ground lightly.

    "Ugh," I moaned, sitting up and brushing myself off, sending daggers at the trio. "Remind me never to attempt saving the world with you lot again, you are dangerous."

    Hermione's mouth lifted into a small smile, but Harry didn't seem to be paying any attention. Instead, he and Luna were edging towards a tall archway with a rippling veil between the posts. "The voices," Harry murmured towards us, "Can you tell what they are saying?" 

    I strained my ears, trying to pick up on the sounds that Harry was referring to, but there was nothing. Hermione's eye flickered from Ron to me, but I only shrugged. "There aren't any voices, Harry..." She told him. "Let's get out of here."

    "Wait," Luna pipped up, eyes transfixed on the veil that rippled in no breeze, "I hear them too."

    "Harry, Luna," my voice wavered slightly as I watched them get closer and closer to the veil, feeling an unsettling sensation deep inside the pit of my stomach, "It's just an empty archway."

    "Please, Harry!" Hermione pleaded with him, desperate to leave this place before things started to get any worse. I could tell she was beginning to grow terrified of the place we had fallen into. My eyes turned on to hers and I attempted to reassure her with a small smile.

    However, my efforts were ruined when we were ambushed by a swarm of black fog. Hands, legs, feet, I wasn't sure what, kept smacking against me; I had been hit in the head at least five times during the struggle. 

    A hand clamped around my neck and I was yanked into the air by a strong grasp, and, I panicked as I felt the ground leave from under my feet. In a moment, the attack was over and I was against the far left wall, pressed tightly against the Death Eater I had transfigured. I guess I'd made a bad first impression. 

    I cringed slightly as he pressed his wand roughly into my temple, growling under his breath at me. "Get your filthy hands off m-" I began, but he clenched his other hand, the one around my neck, cutting off my windpipe and leaving me scrambling for air. 

    "That's right," he hissed, "Struggle, little girl." I tried to reach for my wand, but I realized that I couldn't move my hands, they were pinned down by some curse he'd hit me with in the struggle.

    Lucius spared the Death Eater a small smile, as if he was playfully scolding him, "Now, now, Rookwood, we don't want to kill the Mudblood just yet."

    At those words, the Death Eater loosened his grip around my neck, but I was still pinned down, taking rugged breaths. 

    "I'll make this... simple," Malfoy turned back to Harry, reaching out his hand for the crystal ball that Potter somehow managed not to break on the fall down. "Give me the prophecy now, or, watch your friends die."

    I felt my heart spike in my chest, but I remained silent, watching as Harry's eyes flickered around at each and every one of us. Neville struggled against Bellatrix and shouted out, "Don't give it to him, Harry!" 

    Harry lowered his eyes, reaching out his hand and placing the prophecy into Lucius's palm, a furrow growing between his brows. I felt my heart sink in my chest as I witnessed this, sure, I was a little relieved that he didn't chose for us to die, but I feared bigger consequences would come from this.

    Lowering my eyes, a flash of white light lit up the room, right behind Lucius, and a familiar voice rung out proudly, "Get away from my god-son." With that, Sirius pulled back a fist and nailed Malfoy in the face, causing the Death Eater to lose his grip on the prophecy as he tumbled to the ground. Breaking it forever.

    Suddenly, the room was alight with more flashes of bright beams, more and more people apparating onto the scene. The majority of people which I did not recognize. I struggled to get away from the Death Eater named Rookwood, but it wasn't too difficult. Once his eyes landed on one of the new people, he tossed me aside, running for it.

    "I'll deal with you later," his rough voice called towards me as he did so, and, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest as I considered the fact that he may stick to his word until the grave. 

    In the corner of my eye, I saw someone I really didn't want to. He hobbled over to me, cane thunking menacingly against the stone floors. "Get up Granger," the gruff voice called, "Aren't you supposed to be the cleverest witch of your generation?" 

    I was a little taken aback, but I got off my knees and stumbled away from him as he took the jinx off my arms. "S-stay away from me," I blurted out, drawing my wand and aiming it at him.

    Mad-eye's eye swiveled around to glare at me, "I don't have time for this Hermione -"

    "Hermione?" I questioned, crumpling my brow. Was this the same man that had attacked Lana and I or not? I was now confused. 

    Hermione rushed towards the two of us, shooting me a calming glance, "Elle - don't worry about Moody, he's good. Just protect your back and get out of here!" She told me, making me protest, but Moody had already lost interest in the two of us, focusing curses on Rookwood.

    "TAKE THAT YOU BLOODY TRAITOR!" Moody hollered, making me flinch a little. I decided that whomever Rookwood was, he was not a particularly good guy. 

    I searched around the place for the others, noting Hermione as she slid behind a thick boulder. A flash of green shot across the space and I watched as Sirius seized up, hit with the killing curse. In that moment, it felt as if time had stopped. 

    The Death Eaters had stopped firing curses, and Sirius seemed to tumbled backwards into the misty veil, being swept away by the tide of ripples. Even his body disappeared. A single tear streaked down my cheek and I felt a small piece of me break inside when I saw Harry's face.

    Harry had just lost the last of his remaining family. 

    There was a small silence, then, Harry reached forward, but was stopped by a lengthy man I didn't know the name of. "No! No! SIRIUS!" Harry wailed, sending pain through my chest with every mournful cry. "NOOOOOOOO!" He screamed, and suddenly, I felt as if that was the most heartbreaking sound I had ever heard. 

    It tripled my own pain by far. It succeeded anything else I'd ever witnessed. And, I couldn't bare to see him like this. Harry's eyes locked onto Bellatrix as she sent him a malicious smirk, slinking off into a different room. 

    "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" She sang, and, I tried my hardest to block her out. Her shrill sounds ripping me apart as I thought back to how little I knew the poor man. Our relationship hadn't started off the best, but he was a good man. 

    The man holding onto Harry couldn't hold onto him any longer, and, Harry broke free - rushing to catch up with the vile woman, wand drawn. 

    A sob ripped through my chest. Could today get any worse? I didn't want to say it out loud in fear that it would. The last of the remaining Death Eaters apparated away, but I was caught in the flurry of one last Death Eater's black smoke. A thick hand wrapping against my throat like a safety net.

    "Let me go, or I slit the Mudblood's neck," The heavy voice hissed in my ear, but I knew he was addressing Mad-eye Moody as the old man hobbled over to the area where Rookwood was lifting me up in the air. I could feel the cold flat of steel against my jugular. 

    "Oh, you think you can threaten me now, do you?" Mad-eye rolled his only good eye, while the other stayed plastered onto the Death Eater. "You've lost your mind, Rookwood." 

    The man pressed the knife against my skin, cutting about a quarter inch of my neck and drawing blood, showing he was serious. "Don't. Test. Me." 

    I wanted to tell him where to shove it, but I kept my mouth shut. That would get me nowhere; it didn't matter how angry or sad I was. I wasn't suicidal. Mad-eye lifted a hand and walked a little closer, trying to steady the Death Eater. "Let the girl go, then we'll talk Augustus." 

    "Don't talk to me like that, Mad-eye," Rookwood hissed in response, digging the knife into my neck deeper the closer Moody came. I flinched a little, but there was no escape. The knife scraped against my windpipe, but it didn't puncture anything too important. Yet.

    Blood began to steadily trickle down my neck and pool against my collar bone, the pain making me want to yell out, but I didn't in fear of his knife slipping up and slicing my jugular.

    "Let. Me. Go," Rookwood murmured again, "And she won't die."

    There was a small cough in the area to the left of us, and a woman directed her wand at the man while he was momentarily distracted, "Laceus," the woman called, ropes shooting from the tip of her wand and quickly snaking around the man's waist. 

    However, they weren't quick enough. 

    Rookwood curved his knife and dug it deep into the side of my neck as he was tackled to the ground by the ropes. Hot liquid squirted from my wound, pouring down my neck and onto my sweater. I clasped my throat in terror, realizing that he hadn't severed my jugular, but I was still loosing a lot of blood.

    "Fuck," I croaked out, blood marring my voice as it seeped into my esophagus. I coughed, sputtering up metallic liquid as the woman rushed towards me, the lanky man, that had been holding back Harry, calling to her, "Tonks, can you do anything?!" 

    The woman's eyes flickered nervously as she gripped her wand, unsure. She bent down next to me, telling me to lay down, so I wouldn't lose too much blood at once. I didn't really think that it would actually make a difference, she was probably saying that to make me feel better. 

    She murmured a couple spells under her breath, healing the cut, but by the way she had her brow furrowed, I could tell something else was bothering the woman. "You will need to go to St. Mungo's, there was been a lot of blood loss, and, I don't know how to properly heal you."

    I swallowed a little, wincing in pain as my throat burned, but I got up, swaying at the loss of blood. "Terribly sorry about this," Tonks sighed, wiping a hand over her brow as she helped me up, supporting my weight, "Usually I'm rather good with these things, but the blade was no doubt cursed with something, I wouldn't put it past Death Eaters."

    I couldn't really reply, but I watched as the other people began rounding up all the Death Eaters, confiscating their wands and putting them in chains. Tonks lead me out towards the main hall where Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were watching in horror as Harry writhed around on the floor, yelling at himself.

    Dumbledore was there as well, but no one made a move to help him. All Dumbledore could do was kneel beside him and murmur comforting words in his ear. 

    "So weak," A voice that didn't belong to Harry spat out, mocking himself, "So vulnerable."

    "Harry," I heard Hermione whimper, tightening her grip on Ron's sleeve in fear. 

    Harry let out a piercing yelp, and Dumbledore sighed, resting a hand of the convulsing shoulder of Harry, "Harry, it's not about how you are alike - it's about how you are not alike. Remember all that you have, remember love, Harry." 

    I turned my head away, Tonks gripping me tighter as she too watched the spectacle in fear for Potter's life. He looked so broken. There was the rushing sound of footsteps as Neville and Luna too appeared on the scene, eyes going wide. 

    Harry drew a shuttering breath, "Y-ou're the weak one, and you'll never know love, or friendship," his eyes bore into the air where nothing was, but I could tell that this was a battle of his mind the way his body continued to writhe in pain and tremors. "And, I feel sorry for you," he spat out, a final scream ripping out of his lungs as he was flipped onto his back, black mist tearing out of his chest.

    I watched in horror as a figure began to appear above Harry, wand pointed down at my friend in offense. He was extremely pale, like bones, and his head reminded me of a snake's with beady, red eyes. Voldemort.

    "You're a fool, Harry Potter," The man bent over Harry's body, sneering down at him. "And, you will lose everything." 

    Just as he finished those threats, however, fireplaces began to erupt with Floo Powder, and, multiple Aurors apparated into the Ministry. Even Mr. Fudge, himself walked in on the scene of Voldemort hovering over the crumpled body of Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

    The Minister stared, gapping, at the figure of Voldemort as he disappeared, face changing three different shades of white, "He's back!"

        [THE END OF PART ONE IN GRANGER DANGER]

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