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TW - this chapter contains graphic descriptions of violence, injury, death, grief and torture - mentions of suicide - reader discretion is advised.

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Authors note - This chapter is long for a multitude of reasons but one of them being that I found it hard to find any point appropriate to separate the chapter, as it also was one of the hardest to write to date.
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Twilight fell over their heads as they flew closer towards the city landscape, the instant they began to recognise buildings was the instant they gathered their courage, the sky above them was a deep purple with a few stars peeking from behind ominous looking clouds, Ophela noticed them as they touched down to the ground... a building anxiety was brewing in her gut, she knew this was a set-up... a trap, yet she also knew Harry wouldn't turn back now unless he had confirmation Sirius was safe.

She looked over at him as she rubbed warmth back into her numb fingers, and just hoped that neither of them were right-- that Sirius was safe and that there wasn't an ambush waiting for them below. But she knew better than that. She wasn't as naive as Harry, she fully expected for Voldemort to either be alone which in of itself would be a challenge but he could also bring his loyal followers-- ones who had more battle experience than all of them combined together.

But she held out hope, that if Sirius was in fact deep in the bowels of the Ministry below, that he was fine.

The group of them walked over to the battered phonebox, cramming themselves inside to the point of extreme discomfort, Ophelia realised that she was at a disadvantage, the cold night air had made her movements less fluid and more brittle, her head was pounding and her ears were ringing without any sign of letting up, yet she pressed on as though there was no issues at all, if Harry was right -- she would have to worry about herself afterwards, after they get out of here, with Sirius, alive... if they be so lucky.

"Whoever's nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!" Harry said, his voice strained as he tried not to squish Ophelia who was pressed into the glass of the phone booth, though his efforts were poor at best.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." said the automated cool female voice from a slightly muffled speaker.

"Harry Potter, Ophelia Le Fay, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom." said Harry very quickly and impatiently, "And we're here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!"

"Not bloody likely." said Ophelia, as seven badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins would usually appear, Hermione scooped them up and handed them mutely to everyone, Ophelia was handed Harry's and her own, she awkwardly fastened Harry's to his jumper, Harry Potter: Rescue Mission, hers said the same as she attached it to her jumper.