Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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All throughout the common room, all everyone could talk about were the events that had occurred. People were discussing about Lee Jordan admitting he was the one who had been sneaking nifflers into Umbridge's office to wondering if McGonagall was alright after their attack. This lasted about four in the morning when everyone finally decided to get some shut eye; however, Harry couldn't sleep. He hated Umbridge for what she had done and his mind kept thinking of ways of getting revenge on her. 

He wasn't sure when he fallen asleep, but he soon found himself waking up from his slumber yet felt like he hadn't slept a wink. Their final exam was History of Magic and Harry was ready to get it over and done with. 

"Turn over your papers." Professor Marchbanks told them as she flicked over the giant hourglass, "You may begin." 

Harry proceeded to work on the test, sometimes peering up at the hourglass to see how much time he had left left. His quill scratch across the parchment, filling in answers as he tried to remember for a few questions. 

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on finding the answer within his head when... he found himself walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, running to reach his destination at last. The black door swung open for him as usual and here he was in the circular room with numerous doors... straight across the stone floor and through the second door... dancing light fluttered across the walls and floor. He could hear an odd mechanical clicking but no tim to explore, he must hurry... 

He jogged towards the third door, which swung open just like the others and found himself in a huge room full of shelves with glass spheres sitting across them. He hurried down the path until he reached number ninety-seven and turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows. He spotted a shape on the floor at the very end, a black shape movin upon the floor like a wounded animal. 

"Take it for me... life it down, now... I cannot touch it... but you can..." a voice hissed. 

the black shape shifted a little. A white hand clutching a wand rise on the end of his own arm, followed by a cold voice saying, "Crucio!" 

The man on the floor screamed, writhing in pain.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting..." 

The man on the ground raised his shoulders a few inches and lifted his head, "You'll have to kill me," 

It was Sirius's voice. 

"Undoubtedly I shall in the end. But you will fetch it for me first, Black... you think you have felt pain thus far? Think again... we have hours ahead of us and nobody to hear you scream..." 

Harry found himself screaming at the top of his lungs as he fell sideways off his desk, feeling his scar on fire as everyone bolted out of their seats and watched as Professor Marchbanks running towards him. 

Harry had been taken to the Hospital Wing where the people in charge of the exams had insisted he get some rest. However, he couldn't rest. He had to go help Sirius. But it seemed to be more  difficult than he thought it would be. McGonagall was gone, sent to St. Mungo's due to the incident of the attack and he couldn't very go to someone else to deal with this. 

Thankfully, after a little chat with Madam Pomfrey, Harry was able to slip away to go find his friends. After running down the hallway, he found Ron making his way towards him. 

"Harry! What happened? Are you all right?" Ron asked him. 

"Come with me. I got to tell you something..." Harry told him as he led him down to the first-floor corridor until they reached an empty classroom. 

"Voldemort's got Sirius." 

"What? How do you--" 

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

"But-- But where? How?" 

"I dunno how, but I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves of these glass balls and they're at the end of row ninety-seven. He is trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from that room by torturing him and will end up killing him." He explained, his voice shaking in panic. 

"How are we going to get there?" Harry finished asking. 

"Get there!?" Ron asked. 

"Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius!" Harry told him. 

"How would Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realizing he was there?" Ron asked him. 

"How do I know? We need to figure out how to get there!" 

"Harry, think about it. It's five o'clock in the afternoon. The ministry must be full of workers. How would he and Sirius have got in without being seen? They're the two most wanted wizards in teh world. You think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?" 

"I don't know. He could have used an Invisibility Cloak or something. Anyway Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I've been--"

"But you've never been there. You only dream you've been there." 

"They aren't regular dreams. I mean... your dad... how come I knew what had happened to him?" Harry pointed out. 

"You have a point... but how would he get his hands on Sirius when he has been locked away in Grimmauld Place all this time?" 

"I don't know!" 

"Well we can't just go off barging into the Ministry without actually knowing if Sirius is or isn't there." Ron told him. 

"Well what do you suggest us to do?"  

After running in with Ginny, Luna and Neville, the  five of them came up with a plan to trick Umbridge to be away while they try to find a way to get into her office to talk with the Sirius. After Ron told Umbridge about Peeves destroying the Transfiguration Room and watching Umbridge scurried down the hallway, Harry and Ginny rushed up into her office. 

"I am a little surprise there isn't more security." Ginny mumbled as Harry rushed over to the fireplace. Harry seized some Floor powder and threw it into the grate. As soon as the emerald flames burst to life, Harry thrust his head inside and cried out Number twelve, Grimmauld Place." 

He watched as the kitchen of Grimmauld appeared in front of him, but there was no one there. 

"Sirius?" He shouted, "Sirius, are you there?" 

Suddenly Kreacher popped his head around the corner. 

"It's the Potter boy's head in the fire. What has he come for, Kreacher wonders?" he asked. 

"Where's Sirius, Kreacher?" 

"Master is not here, Harry Potter." 

"Where's he gone? Kreacher! Where is he?" 

However, Kreacher did not answer him. 

"What about Lupin? Mad-Eye? Any of them, are any of them here?" 

"Nobody here but Kreacher." 

"Where has he gone?" 

"Master does not tell poor Kreacher where he is going?" 

"But you know! Don't you? You know where he is!" 

Before he could get an answer, he felt something grabbing the back of his head. He was dragged back from the flames until he was staring up at the pallid face of Professor Umbridge.