Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 95 - The Department Of Mysteries

The pounding of her heart thudding against her chest wells. Screams echoed off the dampened walls of the of the Department of Mysteries.

Her lungs scratched against themselves as they itched for air, while some others remained still and unfazed by what had happened, their lungs perfectly capable of supporting the body they were put in.

Everything had happened so quickly... only an hour or two ago had she been with Maisie and Gabrielle, and now she was here. Drowning in guilt and sorrow.

The memories of what events had just occurred came in waves. Dark, crushing, yet silent waves. They would wash over her and push itself into her lungs that already burned, and churned at the salty aftertaste left on the taste buds upon her tongue.

Everything came in blips and blurbs when she was drowned by these memories- no, the word memory was to look fondly upon...

Nightmare.

Everything within the nightmare that had just happened came to her in small portions, like a polaroid you found under your bed fifteen years later from a party, and you just can't remember the events exactly from that night, but you knew it had happened.

"Guy's, where the hell even are we? Kennedy and I have not gotten enough information to be down in some creepy old sex dungeon with you all." Maisie groaned and griped as she held her want firmly in her hand, a dainty light glimmering from its tip.

"As much as I'd like to help you all, the only thing we know is that Harry might've seen Sirius down here in a vision. The key word being 'might'." Kennedy state as she glanced behind her.

Something wasn't right, and she had a feeling that the 'future' her was trying to warn her of this 'something,' but Kennedy hadn't a clue on what to watch for.

"I-I... as much as I agree with Kennedy... I think it's right of us to stand by Harry." Neville stuttered slightly, causing Kennedy to jump a little.

She had forgotten that they sort of picked up Luna, Neville, and Ginny before they had left. She hadn't ever met Luna before, but the girl seemed like such a free spirit, and Kennedy loved that about the girl.

Though Kennedy was strongly against bringing any of the three here with them assuming that there could be a strong fact that Voldemort was here. That being said, it was better to have more people fighting against the man than only a few.

"Harry is a friend. Plus, I don't mind it down here... It's rather beautiful if you ignore the possibility of imminent death." Luna said with a dazed smile on her face as she spun around to look at all the glowing lines darting about the place while simultaneously pawing at the glowing orbs that lined the shelves next to them.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry glanced at one another with nerve as they walked quickly down the hall, supposedly in search of some row that held a supposable orb that Voldemort claimed he needed.

For what? The trio wouldn't tell Kennedy and Maisie, claiming they wanted to keep them as far away from the trouble they were in as possible.

After a few moments of silence, Kennedy looked to Maisie who shrugged, causing Kennedy to let out a sigh and stop walking, leading the group ahead to stop and look at her.

"You all know my dad practically sold me to Voldemort. If anything I'm putting you all in more danger considering my history with both him and my father."

A damp cloth seemed to find its way against her skin, leaving Kennedy to shudder, maybe even flinch at the coldness of the cloth. A familiar touch grazed her shoulder that seemed to sting, though that had been the least of Kennedy's worries as of this moment.