The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

The Department of Mysteries

Sera, Dante, Ron, and the rest of the D.A. managed to escape the Inquisitorial Squad and catch up with Harry and Hermione, who had distracted Professor Umbridge for a while. And she was nowhere to be seen. 

"How did you escape?!" Hermione exclaimed in shock as they approached them. 

"Puking Pastilles," Ginny quipped proudly. "It was Ron's idea, really. It was very clever." 

"So how are we going to get to London?" Dante asked. 

Harry shook his head, turning his head away from his friends. "Look. It's not like I don't appreciate your help, I really do. But I've got you into enough trouble as it is." 

"Dumbledore's Army was supposed to be doing something real," Sera declared. "Or was that all just words ot you, brother?" 

"Maybe you don't have to do this by yourself, mate," Ron encouraged, shrugging his shoulders. Eventually, her brother gave in.

"So how do we get to London?" 

No one had a clue. Sera did have an idea, but she hated the thought of it, which is why she didn't say anything. She hated the thought of flying. But unfortunately, Luna had gotten to it. 

"We fly, of course." 

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They finally approached the Department of Mysteries. Sera's heart thumped against her chest as they made their way, as quietly as they could, through the many rows and rows of crystal balls, all of which seemed to be prophecies of somebody. 

They finally got to row  '93', but there was no sign of Sirius, or anyone. Harry stared up at his friends and sister in defeat. Maybe his sister had been right, and that Voldemort was only using him as bait. 

"He should be here!" he said in defeat. 

"Sera, Harry?" said Dante unexpectedly. He had his back turned on everyone else, staring at a smoky orb. "This one's got both of your names on it." 

the twins slowly approached Dante. Harry gingerly took the prophecy from its stand and held it up close. Sera was surprised when Professor Trelawney began to speak, her voice breathy and haunting. It wasn't the same exact voice that Sera heard when she had predicted Peter Pettigrew's return in her third year. 

" 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. . . . born to those who have thrice defied them, born as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord will mark them as his equal, but he will have the power to the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other, for none can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches as the seventh month dies . . ." 

"Harry, Sera!" Hermione called out. 

A Death Eater began to approach them. It was this time that Dante began to feel extremely defensive of Sera. She was in more danger than any of them. 

"Where's Sirius?" Harry demanded firmly. 

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams. . . . and reality," said the chilling voice of the familiar Lucius Malfoy. 

Sera felt anger coursing through her. 

"If you do anything to us, I swear, I'll break it," Sera's brother immediately threatened. 

A cackle cracked through the air. Dante gasped and immediately tensed. He had his wand raised to defend himself. The color drained from his face. 

"He knows how to play!" the voice taunted before turning into a mocking baby voice. "Itty, bitty, baby . . . . Potter!"