his chosen one | harry james potter

The Department of Mysteries

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"So, let me get this straight, your father is........... Voldemort?" Neville asked hesitantly.

"And you're mother is Bellatrix?" Ginny added.

I nodded hesitantly, terrified of what they were going to say next. I had explained everything. Absolutely everything. What other choice did I have?

Will they hate me? Curse me? Try to kill me?

"Holy shit." Ginny said after a moment.

Luna simply smiled. "I knew there was always something extraordinary about you."

I had never heard someone use the fact that the dark lord is my father as a way to compliment me. Oh how I love Luna.

I feel weirdly free knowing that all my friends finally know my darkest secret. That Voldemort and Bellatrix are my parents.

I should've told everyone sooner, but there was a voice in my mind telling me they wouldn't accept me. Oh how I was wrong.

"I have so many questions." Ginny said through a laugh.

"I don't think now is the greatest time, don't you think?" Luna said softly.

I nodded and looked at the three of them. "I love you guys. Thank you for understanding."

"You don't need to keep things from us you know. We'll always be here for you." Neville said as Luna nodded.

I smiled. "I know now."

We all ran down the long hallway of the Ministry, with our wands ready. We boarded onto an elevator and Harry pressed the button.

Department of Mysteries

The doors slid open to reveal a long, dark hallway with many doors on either side.

"It's that one, isn't it?" I pointed to a large navy door that I had seen in my own dreams.

Harry nodded. "This is it."

We lead them down the hallway until we reached the door. I pushed it open to reveal a huge room filled with hundreds of prophecies.

They looked exactly as they had in my dreams; round, glass spheres with a strange foggy mist inside.

The only light in the room was from our wands.

We all turned around at the distant sound of a clatter behind us. But nothing. We started moving through the rows.

"-ninety two, ninety three, ninety four, ninety five." Harry mumbled.

I looked at the ground where Sirius had been attacked in my vision.

"He should be here." I said to him, pointing at the floor. "Where is he."

Hermione put her hand in my shoulder. "It's alright. If they have him, we'll find him."