Potter's Shadow (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 47

The Thestrals flew us from Scotland all the way to Central London, landing near an old red phone box. Once we had dismounted, Luna petted the lead stallion nudging for it to lead the herd back to Hogwarts, while Harry directed us into the phone booth. He followed us in, so he was the one to close the door. 

"Whoever is near the phone, dial 62442," Harry called. 

Someone must have dialled it correctly because before I knew it my stomach was in my throat as we lurched down. The Ministry was abandoned as we made our way out of the phone booth and into the black entrance of the Ministry. The only sign of life was the witch behind the visitor's counter, who handed us each a badge that read our name and rescue mission. 

Harry seemed to know where he was going as he lead us all down into the bowels of the Ministry. We pulled to a halt in front of a selection of doors, "Which door?" I asked. 

"It was always that door," Harry gestured.

Originally it wouldn't open but after some failed attempts in the other rooms, we ended up back at the first door and somehow we got inside. Floor to ceiling racks and racks of glowing orbs littered the room. 

"Lumos!" We all cast, lighting the dark aisles as Harry walked quickly ahead trying to locate a singular aisle, where he believed Sirius was. 

"Ninety-two. Ninety-three," Harry counted. 

"5 years of wizarding lessons and he can finally count," I leaned over to Ginny and whisper. Both of us lightly chuckling before Ron and Hermione gave us a glare to shut up. 

"Ninety-four. Ninety-five," Harry stopped a few feet in front of us as he spun around in a circle. Harry looked back at us helplessly, "He should be here." 

"Harry," Neville spoke gaining all of our attention as he looked at one particular misty orb, "It's got your name on it."

Harry walked back to us, steadily moving towards the orb Neville pointed out, labelled 'Harry Potter'. Harry reached up carefully, pulling it off it's stand. He stared at it closely as if in a trance. 

We all looked at each other before Hermione jolted Harry from the prophecy, "Harry."

A dark figure emerged from the distance cloaked and masked. A death eater. Harry moved and took a stand between our group and the ominous figure, ever the hero. 

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked the unknown figure, as it's steps rippled towards us. 

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams." The figure pulled it's wand and with a wave across his face, removed the mask. It was Lucius Malfoy, my boyfriend's father, "and reality. You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy."

Harry barely let him finish before he threatened, "If you do anything to us, I'll break it." 

An echoing laugh, bounced around the room as someone else walked up behind Lucius. You can barely notice the flash of annoyance flicker across his face but I was paying attention. Was this what Draco was going to look like in 15 years or so?

"He knows how to play. Itty, bitty baby, Potter," A woman appeared from the dark twirling her hair around her wand. I almost immediately recognised her as Draco's Aunt Bella from the Daily Prophet. Her eyes scanned our group before they settled on me, "And he brought along the baby sister, how much fun." 

I cringed back further into the group at the underlying threat in her voice. 

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville spoke up. 

"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?" She taunted him. 

Neville lunged forwards, "Better now there about to be avenged." Harry's arm shot across stopping him as everyone pulled their wands up, making a stand-off.