Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 30

We ran on the bridge to see Neville, Ron, Ginny and Luna running towards us.

"How'd you get away?" Harry asked.

"Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty. Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves."

"That was clever, Ron." I complimented.

"It was brilliant." Neville said.

"So, how are we getting to London?"

"Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you... but I've got you into enough trouble as it is." Harry said and started to walk away alone.

"Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real. Or was that all just words to you? Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate." Ron said making Harry go lost in thoughts.

"So, how are we going to get to London?" Harry asked.

"We fly, of course." Luna replied.

They both fetched thestrals for us as we rode on them. Some of us couldn't see it but we knew they were there. We arrived at the Hall of Prophesy where Harry dreamed of Sirius.

"Ninety-two. Ninety-three. Ninety-four. Ninety-five. He should be here." He stopped at one aile where Sirius was supposed to be.

"Harry. It's got your name on it." I pointed prophecy which was glowing. Harry took it in is hand examining it.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as them his equal... but a certain one shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives." The prophesy whispered.

"Harry." We turned to Hermione and saw a masked man who appeared to be a death eather, slowly walking towards us.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry demanded.

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams... and reality. You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy." The Death-Eather removed his mask and he turned out to be Lucious Malfoy.

"If you do anything to us, he'll break it." I warned.

"She knows how to play. Itty, bitty, baby Potter." Bellatrix's cackle was heard.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville said.

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

"Better, now they're about to be avenged." Neville boldly said and raised his wand but we quickly stopped him.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down... shall we? All we want is that prophecy." Lucious said.

"Why did Voldemort need him to come and get this?" I asked.

"You dare speak his name? You filthy blood-traitor!" Bellatrix spat.

"It's all right. She's just a curious damsel, aren't you? Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for him, really. Haven't you always wondered... what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?" Lucius said to Harry.

"Why he was unable to kill you... when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do... is give it to me. Then I can show you everything."

"I've waited 14 years." Harry whispered.

"I know." Lucius said.

"I guess I can wait a little longer. Now. Stupefy!" Harry raised his wand and shot at them.