Cordelia Lyra Malfoy had always been different from the rest of her family. Her family were blood-supremacists who tried to teach their views to their children. Cordelia never believed with their views and would be punished for it.
She never felt a...
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The group made it into the Ministry of Magic through the same phone booth that Harry had used during the previous summer. Cordelia recalled Harry's story of the visit as they exited the phone booth and began walking through the halls. He had been accused of using magic in front of a Muggle, and the Ministry threatened to take away his wand. Of course, he was declared innocent, and he was able to return to school. The Ministry wasn't as lively as Harry described. There weren't dozens of people walking around; no paper airplanes were flying through the air; no sounds of people talking or shoes clacking on the stone floors could be heard. It was empty, dark, and eerily quiet as it was now the middle of the night and all of the employees were gone for the day.
The group reached an elevator and pressed a button labeled, "Department of Mysteries." The elevator ride was quick, coming to a sudden stop once it reached its destination. Everyone looked around when they exited the elevator and saw a series of dark corridors that resembled a maze. The only light came from a few lighted flames on the walls. There were no windows, and the fancy walls were painted black.
"I've seen this in one of my visions. It looks familiar," Harry said as he led them down a dark corridor.
"Merlin! This place is like a giant maze," Ron commented as they went through various twists and turns. "How will we find him?"
The department was indeed like a maze. The halls contained random turns, leading to more turns and a large number of random doors. Some doors led to nothing, while others led to more corridors. Some doors contained odd or frightening things, which were closed right away. The group continued to walk for what felt like hours, looking into every door they came across.
"They got it right when they named it The Department of Mysteries," Ron mumbled after they frantically closed a door to a room containing a large tiger.
Finally, the group found a large room with thousands of glass orbs lined up on rows and rows of tall shelves. Harry began to run through the rows of shelves before stopping in the middle of the room.
"This is where he should be!" he shouted in frustration.
"Harry, I have a bad feeling about this," said Cordelia cautiously, anxiety filling her voice. "What if it's a trap?"
Harry gapped at her, but was unable to respond when Neville got his attention. "Harry! This orb... It has your name on it!"
The others ran to Neville and looked at the orb that he was pointing to. It indeed had Harry's name on it. Harry reached to grab it, but stopped for a moment when Hermione warned him not to.
"It has my name on it, 'Mione," he argued before reaching up and taking the orb off the shelf.
The group stood in anticipation as they watched the orb in Harry's hand. Nothing happened. The orb remained neutral with the same blue mist moving around inside it.
