THE MOST FAITHFUL

YOU KNOW SO LITTLE

"But we managed to get the prophecy." Bellatrix said pushing the tip of her wand on Neville's cheekbone. "True darling." nodded Byron looking at her. "But it took you practically an hour and the Aurors are on their way." he announced lowering his voice again. He looked up at the door overhead, Harry followed suit in concern, but he saw nothing. Just as he looked down again he saw Malfoy lunging forward, clearly trying to get the prophecy from him, but Byron was quicker. He landed a punch under Malfoy's chin and he staggered backward. Harry snapped in confusion, before he could say anything two doors above them flew open and five people burst into the room: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley.

Malfoy straightened up quickly and raised his wand, but Byron hurled a Stunning Spell at him. "Are you OK?" asked Byron, standing in front of him as a shield.

"I...yes...the others." he stammered in confusion.

Byron looked around before turning to him. His eyes were once again warm and expressive and his face, even if tense for the imminent battle, was illuminated by the shadow of a smile. He was pretending, he hadn't betrayed them.

"The Order will take care of it, you run upstairs, go towards the hall and exit the ministry, Dumbledore is coming»

"Come with me?" asked Harry as he jumped off the platform.

The Death Eaters were focused on the members of the Order, who rained down one spell after another on them.

"I'll cover you all the way to the door" he assured by pushing a hand on his back. Through the running bodies and flashes of light, Harry saw Neville crawl away from the fray. Byron parried a beam of red light shot in their direction and spun to face a Death Eater.

"Give me the Potter prophecy."

"Macnair get up or I'll throw your empty head on the wall." growled Byron as his grip on his wand visibly tightened.

The Death Eater froze for a few seconds looking at him, he seemed to want to say something but he just raised his wand, before he could cast a spell but he found himself thrown several meters away, hit by a purple trail. Sirius was dueling a Death Eater ten feet away, Kingsley was facing two Tonks was shooting spells at Bellatrix. Byron ushered Harry up steep stairs that led to another door, probably a second entrance. Suddenly Harry's foot hit something round and hard which nearly caused him to slip, he saw Moody's magic eye roll across the floor. The owner was lying on the ground with his head bleeding, and his attacker was already descending on Harry and Byron, Dolohov, his long pale face contorted with joy. He flicked his wand like a whip as Harry yelled: "Protego!"

He felt something like a dull blade sweep across his face hard enough to make him stagger and collide with Byron, but the Shield Charm had cushioned the worst. Dolohov raised his wand again. «Accio prof...» Sirius came out of nowhere, shouldered him and sent him sprawling to the ground. Again Harry managed to hold the sphere with his fingertips. Sirius turned to Byron seriously.

"Get him out of here!" he yelled before starting to duel with Dolohov. The sparks that leapt from wands leaping like swords.

"Oh, not so fast!" bellowed Bellatrix's high-pitched voice, who leapt in front of them.

Byron fired a red beam at the woman, but she managed to parry the blow and quickly responded with a green streak. Byron lunged forward grabbing Bellatrix and dragging her to the ground. When she leaned forward she saw Byron hurled against the wall nearby, she groaned trying to get to her feet. Harry yelled "Petrificus!" against Bellatrix, but she parried the spell almost bored. Byron next to him and from her wand came out a dozen sharp knives that were thrown at her the woman who raised a shield, but a blade still struck her face leaving a deep cut on her bony cheekbone.