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Chapter 22: A New Prophecy?

Unnecessary glitter.

This is how Draco described the Ministry. He was there again. After all he had been through, there was no point in worrying. A few minutes ago, he had opened a small letter with a special ministry seal and Ron's handwriting. Lately, he has been receiving blue letters every day containing all kinds of threats from his workplace, St. Mango. No one was satisfied with his absence and the management of several departments was taken from him. Who cares? Seeing the small yellow envelope of the ministry was an interesting change for him.

Stress filled the words of the letter. Draco shrugged. Going to the ministry didn't heal the pain but he wanted to leave. He passed by without paying the slightest attention to the sign introducing the huge statue of Dumbledore. He recognized the elevator and ran towards it.

With every step he took, one word appeared in his mind.
-That day
-Hermione
-Devastated

The sound of the elevator closing interrupted his mental sentence. He didn't say anything special. He only remembered Hermione's confused state.

He should have gone to the lower floor of the ministry. He felt that he was missing something. A weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The elevator door opened. Hermione was standing right in front of it. She was waiting for Draco. Her face was too familiar, messed up and nervous; just like the way she was on the day that Draco found potter.

Hermione turned and walked down the hall without saying a word. The situation was bad. If Hermione had screamed and dragged Draco away, the situation would be less bad.

Draco knew where this black stone corridor ended.

Department of mysteries.

With all the strange doors it had, he had seen even stranger things. Draco wasn't with Harry when he lost his godfather in the veil. He wasn't by Harry's side as he ran through the shelves full of dirty orbs to find his prophecy. Logically, Hermione was thinking the same thing that she had become so aggressive about. He had different guesses. Was it a new prophecy?

He didn't want to give himself hope, but he had even thought about Sirius. It couldn't be without reason that Potter said that he felt Sirius right next to him.

"Anything can happen" Potter always said this.

He saw Ron at the end of the corridor. He was leaning against the wall and had his thumb in his pocket. Upon hearing the sound of Hermione's heels, he raised his head. Maybe if things were more normal, Hermione would have pushed Ron's hair out of his eyes.

The conditions weren't normal.