falling ; hp

─── thirty seven

Finally their exams got over and Willow couldn't stop her from bawling her eyes out. She was truly happy that the worst part of her life got over as she hugged Ron. Seeing them being dramatic, Hermione's lips curved up as she shook her head.

The duo pulled away with wide grin.

"Finally!" Willow exclaimed. But, her smile faded at the sight of Harry walking towards them in a rushed manner.

"What's the matter, Harry?" She asked once he'd neared them.

“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 door-ways, and at last found an empty classroom into which he dived, closing the door behind them the moment they were inside and leaning against it, facing them.

“Voldemort’s got Sirius.”

Suddenly she felt her ghostmates presence beside her as Willow looked aside to see Ruby, James and Lily with a concerned look.

"How do you know?" She asked with a frown.

“Saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep in the exam.”

“But — but where? How?” said Hermione, whose face was white.

“I dunno how,” said Harry. “But 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 . . .” Harry found his voice was shaking, as were his knees. Willow immediately held his hand as she gasped. His hand was so cold as if he'd just woken up from ice.

“How’re we going to get there?” Willow asked them.

There was a moment’s silence. Then Ron said, “G-get there?”

“Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius!” Willow said loudly. Sirius was her only family relative left after her dad, adding to the fact that he's the only family for Harry, Willow wanted to help him.

"She's right, " Harry agreed with her.

“But — Harry . . .” said Ron weakly.

“What? What?” said Harry.

“Harry,” said Hermione in a rather frightened voice, “er . . . how . . . how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realizing 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.