𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | Harry Potter Fanfic

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|| The Prophecy ||

"The deatheaters, they've got Katherine"

Lorelie's body felt numb. They've got her bestfriend, her sister, her everything. She turned to Draco as tears dwell in her eyes.

"Get to the ministry before we do, I know you can apparate. If you find her, bring her back here as fast as possible. Don't wait for me, I'll be alright"

"N-No, don't go with them. Lee, my father is going to be there. He's a deatheater and-" Draco said quickly.

"I know, I remember" she sighed lightly.

"I have to go, I have to help them. I can- I can save someone from dying. But you, you have to save Katherine. Please"

Draco sighed in defeat, he gave her a slight nod before caressing her cheek lightly and kissed the top of her head.

"Be careful" he whispered softly.

"You too"

Soon after, Lorelie ran to search for Harry and the others. She found them in the forbidden forest, getting ready to fly to the ministry with thestrals. She hopped on one and they immediately flew to the sky.

She felt the wind brush on her skin, as her dark brown hair blowing slowly with the wind. She turned to her side to see her friends smiling as they ride their thestrals. Harry smiled widely at her which she returned.

Once they arrived at the ministry, they all went straight to the department of mysteries. The room was quiet, cold, there was no one there except for racks and racks and racks of prophecies.

"This is it" Harry said as they all walked further in.

They looked around the room, but all they could see was prophecies. They'd all had lighten their wands, cold air and eerie feeling swarmed their whole bodies.

"Ninety two, ninety three, ninety four, ninety five" Harry counted the prophecies breathlessly.

He suddenly stopped and points his wand towards the ground. There was nothing there. He turned around to face his friends who had their concerned faces on.

"H-He should be here"

"Harry, it's got your name on it" Neville said as he looked up to a certain prophecy.

Harry approached it slowly and grabbed the little ball, he examined it as a voice said something from inside the prophecy, leaving goosebumps on everybody's skin.

"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"

Lorelie breathed out a shaky breath, Victoria grabbed her shoulder and rubbed it slowly trying to assure her.

"For neither can live while the other survives" the voice finished.

"Harry!" Hermione called, he turned around and saw a deatheater standing just a few blocks away from them.

The deatheater began to approach them, slowly but surely. Lorelie and Victoria gulped nervously, they knew who it was, the last person they'd ever hoped to meet.