his chosen one | harry james potter

Glinda's Ministry Chaos

florence pov

I looked over the new person I had become. I was wearing a tight burgundy dress with black heels and an engagement ring.

Let's hope I don't run into her fiancé.

Harry led us out of the storage building we were in, and into the busy streets. We followed a large group of people dressed similarly to us.

We continued following them until we reached the bathrooms. The boys split up from Hermione and I to go in our separate doors. Hermione and I cautiously entered the girls bathroom to see three long lines leading into the three separate stalls.

We both stood in different lines and exchanged nervous glances. What were we doing in a bathroom? And why was no one leaving the stalls?

When it was finally my turn, I stepped into the stall and shut the door behind me. I took a deep breath in and out and looked around. If I could just find a lever, or portkey of some kind...

Nothing.

I looked down at the toilet.

It had a lever.

Oh no.

No no no no no.

Don't tell me I have to-

"You have to flush yourself in." Hermione whispered over the top of the stall next to mine.

Great.

"Okay. See you in a minute."

This is not something I saw myself doing today, or ever for that matter.

Hermione nodded nervously and disappeared back into her stall.

I reluctantly stepped into the toilet. Okay, let's just get this over with.

I pulled the lever and felt myself being spun around so fast that everything went blurry. I landed in one of the many floo stations lined across the massive Ministry hall.

I stepped out and brushed myself off as if I didn't just get sucked into a grimy toilet. I looked around and realised I was getting strange looks from the guards for just standing there. I smiled politely at them and began walking towards the elevators.

This is much more intense than I thought.

I saw Hermione standing in front of a statue at the front of the Ministry hall. The next thing I knew the four of us were looking at it together.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Is that-"

"Muggles." Hermione said, her voice quivering. "I-in their rightful place."

The statue showed muggles trapped beneath the ground, being crushed, trying desperately to escape.

"Gotta tell you, I'm starting to freak out a bit." Ron said shakily.

"How long did you say this batch of polyjuice potion would last, Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.

She turned to us all. "I didn't."

"Ah, darling! There you are." A brown haired man exclaimed as he came up behind me. He kissed my cheek and took my bag in his hand. "We do need to hurry now, we should've started this ages ago."

He dragged me towards the elevator. I peered over my shoulder to see Ron, Hermione and Harry following quickly after us.

Hermione and Ron were sending me looks that said 'keep playing along'. While Harry was sending the man a look that said 'go near her again and I'll kill you'.