𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER SEVENTY the department of mysteries
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 was deserted when the group of nine arrived. They sprinted through the atrium and took the lift all the way down to the Department of Mysteries. Harry led them to the door he had been seeing in his dreams, which opened up to a hall filled with shelves of prophecies.
They all pulled out their wands, lighting the tips with Lumos as they walked through the dark room. Lyra, who had this terrible feeling like they weren't alone, clung tightly to Ophelia's arm as Harry rushed down to the spot where he had seen Sirius being tortured. As Hermione had suspected, there was no one there.
"Harry," Neville called out to him as he looked at one of the prophecies. "It's got your name on it."
Harry took the blue orb off the shelf. As soon as he touched it, a familiar voice began to speak: "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. . .And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. . .For neither can live while the other survives."
"Harry!" Lyra suddenly cried out. There was a figure approaching, and she had a feeling she knew who was under the mask it was wearing.
Harry rushed forward in front of his friends, the prophecy clutched tightly in his hand. "Where's Sirius?" he demanded as the figure got closer.
"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams. . .and reality." Lucius Malfoy swiped his mask away with his wand, revealing himself to them. His eyes instantly fell upon Lyra, who cowered and hid behind Ophelia. "You saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy."
"If you do anything to us, I'll break it," Harry threatened.
There was an amused, chilling cackle. Lyra covered her mouth to muffle the terrified sob that fell past her lips as Bellatrix approached. Ophelia took her hand and squeezed it comfortingly, whispering that she wouldn't let her hurt her.
"He knows how to play!" Bellatrix laughed. "Itty. . .bitty. . ." she pouted her lips mockingly, "baby. . .Pottah."
Neville gasped softly in realization. "Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Neville Longbottom, is it?" Bellatrix smirked. "How's Mum and Dad?"
"Better, now they're about to be avenged!"
"Neville, don't!" Ophelia quickly grabbed her brother's arm when he lifted his wand, unintentionally revealing Lyra to the gaze of her eldest sister.
Bellatrix's jaw clenched when she spotted her. "You have no business being here, Lyra."
