Stay With Me | Draco Malfoy [2]

Chapter 20 - The Prophecy

No one's POV

'Department of Mysteries' The elevator said as the door slid open. They all slowly came out, cautiously walking over to the door from the Potter twin's dreams. "This is it." Harry whispered before they all finally went in, lights on top of their wands to at least be able to see everything in the pitch black room.

Inside, there were hundreds of shelves with tons of crystal balls located on top of each of them. The room was completely silent as all of them glanced around; though the group snapped their head to the door when it started moving before disappearing.

"...Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five..." Katianne counted, panting in between the words, stopping when getting to shelf ninety-five. The two Potter's looked around, confusion filling their eyes as their faces masked with anger. "He should be here." The raven haired boy called out to the others, who all stood in a distance.

"Uhm- Harry, Katianne- it's got your names on it." Neville stammered, the two siblings turning around to notice the dark haired boy staring up at a glowing crystal ball. They both went closer to him, curiously staring at it, before Harry took it off of the shelf to get a closer look. "The two with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches." A raspy voice, that seemed to belong to the crystal ball, whispered.

"And the Dark Lord shall mark them as his equal... but they shall have power the Dark Lord knows not." It continued saying. "For neither can live while the other survives." The voice finished saying, faltering away as the ball darkened ever so slightly. "Harry." Hermione exclaimed. Both twins turned around, seeing a dark figure wearing a creepy mask slowly going towards them.

Quickly, the Potter boy marched to the front of the group, while the other twin tried blending in with the others, going unnoticed. "Where's Sirius?" Harry asked loudly, his projected voice echoing. "You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams... and reality." The dark figure responded, snatching his wand out of the pouch, making his mask fade away into the darkness; revealing his face, the face of Lucius Malfoy.

"You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see." The blonde man stated. "Now, hand me the prophecy." He then ordered. "You do anything to us and I'll break it." The green eyed boy declared in a surprisingly calm voice. Suddenly, a high pitched cackle was heard, before another figure appeared from the darkness.

"He knows how to play! Itty, bitty baby- Potter." The woman walked closer to them, standing next to Lucius. "Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville breathed out, fear painted on his face. "Neville Longbottom is it? How's mum and dad?" The curly haired woman asked. "Better, now they're 'bout to be avenged." With that, the Longbottom boy stepped forward, pointing his wand at them; though Harry stopped him before he could do anything.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we? All we want is that prophecy." The older Malfoy requested. "Why did Voldemort need us to come get this?" Harry quizzed. "You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix whispered in a questioning tone. "You dirty half-blood!" She then yelled out, her loud voice echoing. "It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?" Lucius then quietly defended.

"Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really." The blonde man explained. All of the sudden, more dark figures wearing masks came out of the shadows, revealing themselves from all directions.

"Haven't you always wondered... what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why he was unable to kill you... when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar?" Lucius asked, slowly walking closer to the group. "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."

The other death eaters also came closer to them, leading to Ginny and Luna pointing their wands in one direction, Hermione and Katianne in another, Ron and Elliot to one, and Neville pointing his wand at Bellatrix and Lucius.

"I've waited fourteen years." Harry uttered out. "I know." The older Malfoy replied. "Guess I can wait a little longer. Now!" Then, everyone shot a spell at the death eaters, all of them starting to run.

They split up, each of them trying to get away from the place, as well as fighting off death eaters along the way. "Take this." Harry said to Katianne when they ran into each other. "What?" The blonde girl quizzed. "They still think I have it." Harry expounded, handing the crystal ball to his sister before running off again.

Eventually, all of them met in the middle; though a black fog was seen in the distance. "Reducto!" Ginny shouted out, making the fog of black turn into white smoke; leading to the crystal balls to fall off of the shelves. Yet again, they started sprinting. "Get back to the door!" Harry demanded, all of them dodging the broken pieces of shelves and crystal balls.

Opening the door, they all jumped out one by one, then the door closed itself. The fall was long, though felt short, before they landed inches above the ground, then dropping down. They all steadily scurried back onto their feet, looking around this new location curiously. "Department of Mysteries. They got that bit right, didn't they?" Ron questioned.

"The voices." Harry said, walking closer to the rock arch that stood at the middle of the tall, dark room. "Can you tell what they're saying?" He then asked. "There aren't any voices, Harry. Let's get out of here." Hermione declared. "I hear them too." Luna spoke up, while Katia and El nodded in agreement.

"It's just an empty archway." The curly haired brunette then stated. Whooshing was then heard from above. "Get behind us!" Katia ordered, as both her and her brother pointed their wands at the sky, the others doing the same from behind them before fogs of black crashed down to the ground.

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