"Who the bloody hell are you?!"
"The gingerbread man!"
"Oh we're screwed"
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[Book 1]
Mya Halliwell and Lea Scott were always diehard Harry Potter fans. They use to say up late on weekends binge watching the whol...
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Flying to the ministry on creatures most of them could not see was a bit harder than both Lea and Mya had originally realized. Just looking down alone and seeing nothing underneath than alone was quite frightening. They were, in all way, flying. For the first time in their life outside of an airplane.
They touched down on an empty street in London, each of them jumping off the Thestrals who seemed quite tired after the long journey.
"Where do we go now?" Ginny looked to Harry.
"Um," Harry looked around before he spotted the red telephone booth. "There. Thats the visitor's entrance."
They walked over to it, everyone squeezing into such a tight space that was not meant for eight people.
"Can anyone reach the dial?" Harry asked.
"I think I can," Hermione moved her hand a bit, brushing up against the dial. "Yeah, I got it. What numbers do I need to press?"
"Six, two, four, four, two," Harry told her.
It took a second for Hermione to push those buttons in the correct order. Once she did though, a voice poped up. "Ministry of Magic visitors entrance, please state your names."
"Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Mya Halliwell, and Lea Scott," Harry listed off.
"Thank you," The sound of the name tags being cranked out was heard before the telephone booth started to drop down.
The street line disappeared before their view went pitch black, then, they saw the dark stone next to the many fireplaces come into view before they came to a stop.
Ron pushed the door open before everyone went tumbling out of it.
"Thank fuck," Mya breath out in relief. "I hated that."
"Please tell me we aren't taking that out of here," Ron said.
"Where are we going, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"We need to get down to the department of mysteries," Harry started to walk down the long pathway. "It's the lowest level."
They walked around the fountain that many golden magical creatures sat on top of. Following after Harry till they got to the elevators, which provided much more space for them inside of it.
Each of them held on tight to the railings as they descended down fast towards the lowest level of the ministry.
"Department of Mysteries," The voice of the elevators signaled as the railings were pushed open.
"Lumos."
They lit the tips of their wands as they walked down the narrow hallway, no one said a word as they approached the door at the end of the hall.
