Father's Little Deatheater

The Veil of Soul's

'Eeeek'

Hermione and I both squeal as we both run into Neville, along with the others joining immediately. "Sorry" I mutter to Neville. He looks at me with a grin. Right before a Deatheater is materializing towards us in his Deatheater incorporeal form. Which Snape refused to teach me over the holidays, no matter how many times I begged him. 

"Reducto" 

Ginny yells, forcing the figure away with the power of her spell. Everyone takes a few steps back as we realise the shelves are now falling, causing the crystal balls to smash onto the floor. Atti runs and grabs Luna, who is transfixed on the glass smashing. "Get back to the door!" Harry yells. We all follow his as the shelves fall and glass smashes at our feet. As we reach the door, we start falling. Instead of falling to our demise, we stop in mid air for a few seconds a few inches from the ground. Before being released from whatever magical force, we land face first on the ground. As we stand to our feet and brush off the dust from our bodies. "The department of mysteries." I speak up, standing to my feet. "They had that bit right, didn't they?" Ron adds. 

 "The voices. Can you tell what they're saying?" Harry speaks up, walking towards a mysterious veil. "There aren't any voices, Harry. Lets get out of here" Hermione questions. "I hear them, too." Luna says walking towards a curious Harry. "Harry.. it's just an empty archway." Hermione replies. "No, I can hear something as well." Atti speaks up following Harry and Luna. "Please Harry," Hermione begs. "Get behind me." Harry suddenly yells, with his wand in the air. We all hurry behind harry raising our wands.

Suddenly the Deatheater's whoosh in surrounding us. Were all grabbed by a Deatheater as they materialize around us. Positioning themselves holding us with one arm while the other has their wands up to our heads. Harry watching the spectacle where we once stood. My father appears, with a chuckle as he walks up to Harry. "Did you actually believe, or were you truly naïve enough to think that children stood a chance against us?" My father says before looking in Aunt Bella's direction, where she's holding onto Neville of course. "I'll make this.. simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now.. or watch your friends die" My father continues, holding out his hand towards Harry. "Don't give it to him, Harry!" Neville yells, bravely. Only to be shushed by my aunt. Harry gives in, handing the prophecy to my father. He holds it up, like its his pride and joy.

He's interrupted by Sirius arriving, in a thunder of white light. "Get away from my godson." He demands, before decking my father right in the face. Wish I had the guts to do that. The order appears in white light around us. I watch as my father falls to the ground trying to catch the falling crystal ball. But it shatters in his hands. Kingsley swoops in and releases the grip the Deatheater's had on me, by smashing into them in their incorporeal from. I run towards the girls as I watch Harry and Sirius fight my father and another Deatheater I don't know. While my aunt is cackling in the background zooming around in her Deatheater form. Sirius manages to stun the other Deatheater. "Expelliarmus" Harry yells, managing to knock my fathers cane out of his hand. "Nice one, James!" Sirius yells. Too much in the zone to realise its Harry not his Father James Potter. Sirius manages to disarm my father and knock him to the ground.

"Avada Kedavra"

Those words echo in my head as a green light shoots straight through Sirius. My aunt Bella just killed her own cousin. My eyes prick with tears as I watch Sirius body float into the mysterious veil, disappearing into thin air. Harry's screams and sobs pierce the room. As Remus tries to hold him back. An angry Harry runs after my cackling aunt. "I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black." Her voice gets quieter as they run further away into the ministry. I start to think I'm going crazy as I too hear voices coming from the veil Sirius just fell into.

 'Meow' That can't be. My breaths getting deeper and deeper, faster and faster. My vision going blurry from the bright green light I cant get of  my head as I have seen another victim die from the killing curse. Visions of Nova, Cedric and now Sirius pass through my vision as my eyes start to close, from my hyperventilating. "Asteria! Breathe." As the familiar voice of Tonks rings through my ears, my breathing calms down.

"Is everyone else alright?" Tonks call out. A few voices confirm their okay, just as Stella pops her head up. "Where's Atti?" She asks, standing up from where she was hiding. Moody walks over with an unconscious Atti in his arms. "Atticus?" Luna asks, her eyes filling up with tears. "No.." Stella mumbles, running over to see her brother "Is he.." Alex asks. Moody shakes his head. "Just knocked out" He tells us. I let out a quiet sigh of relief the same time as Stella and Luna. "Come on kids, lets get you out of here." Lupin announces, as he places his hand on Stella's head.

We manage to wake up Atti, but he was weak due to loosing too much oxygen. Stella said she would take good care of him, just as noises are heard in the other room Harry ran off towards. Before anyone speaks Hermione and Ron sprint out of the room, calling for Harry. Neville, Ginny and Luna run after them moments later. "Are you okay to run?" Stella asks her brother. "You go ahead" He replies, still trying to get his breathing under control. "I'll catch up. I just wanna talk to Astra for a moment." He adds. Oh shit, here we go, I let out a breath preparing to tell my friends about what's happened over the past few years. I cant believe its been this long.

I watch Stella leave, then Atti turns his head to me "Initiation?" He asks, crossing his arms. "I thought we had until your sixteenth birthday." He adds. "So, they gave me less time than I thought.." I say quietly, looking down at my feet. "I guess that's what we get for relying on the word of someone like your father." Alex speaks up from beside Atti. "You have no idea what I've been through the last two years.." I can tell my voice breaks saying this as I try to hold back my tears. "You could have told us.. We could have helped." Atti pleads. "Well it's too late now. It's already done." I say, letting out a sigh. "So what..? What do we do now?" Alex asks. "We just carry on like normal." I say, taking a breath to compose myself from breaking down again. "I haven't changed as a person. I'm still me." I add, they share a glance before Atti nods. "Okay." He speaks quietly, still processing what's been said. He turns and walks to the other room where the others went. Oh yes Harry I forgot. I quickly try to catch up with Atti, as Alex follows closely behind.

As Alex and I finally arrive, we see Dumbledore kneeling over a unconscious Harry and Voldemort shit. He looks right at me before vanishing away. "He's back." The Minister of magic says as he catches a glimpse of Voldemort.

 No shit he's back moron.

We use the floo network along with Dumbledore to get back to Hogwarts. The next day it's all over the Daily Profit that the Dark Lord has Returned. Umbridge had resigned and Dumbledore was reinstated as Headmaster. A few days later we pack our things and head home. I ride the carriages back with Ginny and Seamus. "I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me." Harry says, as we all catch up to the trio. "What's that?" Hermione asks. "That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have." Harry continues. "Yeah?" Ron pipes up. "Something worth fighting for." He looks back at us then continues walking. "Huh, I don't get it" I mutter. "Each other." Atti tells me. "He's talking about us, Asteria." He adds. I look over to Neville and he looks just as confused. Thank god I'm not the only one.