Nothing But You // N. Longbottom

Eight: The Department of Mysteries

*Trigger Warning: attempted sexual assault.

The OWL's had officially begun. Norvina was silently sitting in the Great Hall, taking her fifth-year exams. She had a history of doing extraordinarily well on these exams, in hopes she would become like her father one day; an Auror. 

She scratched her head, trying her absolute best to remember as much as she possibly could.

Norvina looked up from her parchment, seeing Professor Umbridge as she stood watching the hall full of students. As Norvina watched her, she daydreamed about slapping that stupid smile from her face. Norvina mentally calmed herself down, trying to remember what goes into a felix felicis potion.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed outside the Great Hall. Norvina smiled, realizing what was happening. Professor Umbridge went to investigate, and was stunned when two red-headed twins flew past her on broomsticks.

George Weasley and Fred Weasley had burst into the hall and began tossing a firework into the air. Everyone cheered, watching Professor Umbridge's smile fall from her face.

Finally, justice had been served.

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Harry had yet another vision, this time about Voldemort torturing Sirius. Harry knew that everyone all had to go help him, even if they all died trying. In Norvina's eyes, it would have been worth it. 

As the entirety of Dumbledore's Army entered the Department of Mysteries, Norvina felt the pressure as the group walked into the darkness filled with prophecies. It was incredibly dark, the only light being emitted from their wands.

A man in a death eater mask approached the group. But, they all held their wands tightly in hand, pointing them in his direction.

Everyone was watching as he removed his mask. It was Lucius Malfoy. Nobody was shocked at the reveal, as he was a well-known death eater. He ignored the rest of the group, but looked at Harry. Harry was holding the exact prophecy with his name written on it.

"You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy." Lucius spoke, holding his empty hand out in front of him. 

"You do anything to us, I'll break it." Harry threatened, watching Lucius closely. A laugh seemed to echo eerily throughout the department. It belonged to the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange.

"He knows how to play! Itty, bitty, baby Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville spoke, his body tensing against Norvina. She watched in fear as the two made direct eye contact. Norvina gulped, fearing the interaction happening before her.

"Neville Longbottom, is it?" Bellatrix smirked, "How's Mom and Dad?" Norvina could feel the rage building inside of Neville as he clenched his hands by his sides.

"Better, now that they're about to be avenged." Neville drew his wand, and Norvina grabbed his hand to stop him.

"No, Nev." Norvina whispered, her eyes saying all of the things she couldn't in that very moment. His eyes looked into Norvina's with understanding and he put his hand down. This seemed to merely amuse Bellatrix.

"How cute! Two little lovers, huh? Bet that won't last long!" She laughed, but nobody moved.

Lucius continued having a conversation with Harry, but Neville and Norvina were far too focused on the other death eaters surrounding them more and more by the moment. Norvina held her wand tightly in her hand, keeping her eyes on the death eaters closing in.

"I can show you everything." Lucius beckoned, clearly desperate.

"I've waited twelve years..." Harry spoke, looking down at the prophecy, "I guess I can wait a little longer."