"Don't leave, I told you I wouldn't. So why are you?" Hermione's voice croaked, a mixture of desperation and sorrow in her tone.
"I can't, you know I can't," Y/N murmured, her brows furrowing with a heavy burden of guilt. She felt the weight of her...
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"Do you know these people?" Y/N inquired, her gaze fixed on the seven Ministry workers who lay unconscious against the wall, captives they had secured.
"No, well, yes... They were close to Umbridge in the photo, but I suppose we can express our gratitude to them someday," Hermione explained, her smile somewhat uneasy as she plucked a hair from the blonde woman and turned to address the group. Her hands fumbled with her fingers nervously.
"Remember what we discussed," Hermione reminded them, distributing vials of Polyjuice Potion. "Avoid unnecessary conversations with anyone! Just act normal, blend in with the crowd," she advised firmly.
"Just try to appear like everyone else," she added with a shrug. "If we can manage that, then hopefully, we'll gain access."
"And after that?" Seraphina inquired, uncapping her vial.
"That's when things get really complicated," Harry replied promptly.
"Exactly," Hermione confirmed, her brow furrowing as they mentally prepared for the next phase.
"This is mental," Sophie grumbled.
"Mental," Aurora agreed with a sigh and a shake of her head.
"The whole world is mental," Ron muttered with a determined tone. "Let's go."
"We have a Horcrux to find."
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Y/N, Harry, and Ron (transformed as Albert Runcorn, Reg Cattermole, Geuford Rickley) cautiously entered the men's bathroom, part of their plan to infiltrate the Ministry. Out of the seven Ministry workers they had captured, only four were women, and Sophie, Aurora, Seraphina, and Hermione had insisted on not taking on those identities, leaving Y/N with limited options.
"We really shouldn't have just left them naked on the floor," Harry whispered, concerned about the Ministry workers they had left behind in the garage.
"At least we covered them with a blanket," Y/N replied with a shrug as they scanned the surroundings. The bathroom was occupied by several older and random men, standing in front of the stalls.
She took a step forward and wrinkled her nose in response to the unpleasant odor. "Gosh, men stink," she muttered under her breath, then selected an empty stall.
Placing her foot over the toilet seat, she leaned over the stall to explain the plan to Harry, who had assumed the form of Albert Runcorn. "We flush ourselves in," she said, while Harry appeared somewhat reluctant. However, he eventually nodded in agreement, and Y/N lowered her head to initiate their daring entry.
Y/N positioned herself over the toilet seat, her eyes briefly meeting Ron and Harry's, who were also adopting the same uncomfortable posture.
"Reckon Hermione knows this position all too well with you, don't she?" Ron teased as he squatted down. Y/N's face flushed with embarrassment as she rolled her eyes. She placed her foot into the toilet water and reached for the flush, which immediately sent her spiraling down.
