The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

A Bold Plan

Y/N did not see Harry again until after the examination had fully concluded, he had been quickly escorted out by Examiner Tofty and he could only have imagined what Harry had seen.

Y/N, Ron, and Hermione spent the next hour hunting where Harry could have possibly gotten off to, it wasn't until they turned a corridor on one of the lower floors that Harry ran straight into them.

"Harry, what happened?" asked Y/N, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Are you all right? Are you ill?" pestered Hermione.

"Where have you been?" demanded Ron.

"Come with me," Harry said quickly. "Come on, I've got to tell you something. . . ."

He led them along the first-floor corridor, peering through doorways, and at last found an empty classroom into which they dived, Harry closed the door behind Y/N, Ron and Hermione the moment they were inside and leaning against it, facing them.

"Voldemort's got Sirius."

Y/N's insides froze.

"What?"
"How d'you — ?"
"Saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep in the exam."

"Where is he?" Y/N demanded at once, trying to quell the itching, gnawing feeling in his head. 

 "I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls, and they're at the end of row ninety-seven . . . He's trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from in there. . . . He's torturing him. . . . Says he'll end by killing him . . ."

Hary's voice was shaking, Y/N's hands were shaking and his foot was tapping against the floor in a quick pattern. 

"Well, how are we getting to the Ministry?" Y/N asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

There was a moment's silence. Then Ron said, "G-get there?" 

"Well we have to rescue him! He's my father!" Y/N shouted, his agitation rising above levels he had ever felt before

"Y/N..." said Ron weakly.

"What? What?" said Harry, "I'm with Y/N! How are we getting there?"

"Y/N... try and keep a rational head for a second... Harry," said Hermione in a rather frightened voice, "er . . . how . . . how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realising he was there?"

"How do I know?" bellowed Harry. "The question is how we're going to get in there!"

"But . . . Harry, think about this," said Hermione, taking a step toward him, "it's five o'clock in the afternoon. . . . The Ministry of Magic must be full of workers. . . . How would Voldemort and Sirius have got in without being seen? Harry . . . they're probably the two most wanted wizards in the world. . . . You think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?"

"I dunno, Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something!" Harry shouted. "Anyway, the Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I've been —"

"You've never been there, Harry," said Hermione quietly. "You've dreamed about the place, that's all."

"They're not normal dreams!" Harry shouted in her face, standing up and taking a step closer to her in turn.  "How d'you explain Ron's dad then, what was all that about, how come I knew what had happened to him?"

"He's got a point," said Ron quietly, looking at Hermione.

"But this is just — just so unlikely!" said Hermione desperately. "Harry, how on earth could Voldemort have got hold of Sirius when he's been in Grimmauld Place all the time?"