The Devil You Know | Wizarding World

chapter seventeen | the devil's trap

There was no question as to how the two would get to the Ministry of Magic in London, with Adam already having an idea in mind. Between nicking a couple of spare brooms from the Quidditch Changing Rooms to flying into the evening skies all the way to England, Rosie felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement, though it was preventing her from coming up with a plan once she and Adam arrived at the Ministry. She already knew Harry would protest the idea of them tagging along with whatever he and his friends were going to walk into, something extremely dangerous. There was no way Rosie would be able to forgive herself if she chose to stay behind, especially if something happened and her friends got hurt.

The sun had finally set by the time Rosie and Adam arrived in London, with the city lights beaming from below. The two eventually found a safe place to land and hide their brooms for the time being, carefully stepping onto the public streets and heading for the Ministry. They headed for the telephone box in Whitehall, entering inside, where Rosie watched as Adam dialed the six digits. She did her best not to get all flustered being so close to him as the telephone box slowly moved down to the Atrium, to which she thought the ride was a bit more lengthy than usual. So when they reached their destination, Rosie was the first to step out and make a dash for the lifts

"Rosie, wait!" Adam called after her.

"We've got to hurry and get to the others!" she shouted back.

"You're not going to be of any use if you walk into a trap and get yourself killed," he pointed out, finally catching up next to her.

Rosie didn't respond as she pressed a button to open the next available left, hurrying inside, with Adam following suit. She pressed another button for the Department of Mysteries, almost losing her balance when the lift jerked forward before going in reverse, finding herself stumbling next to Adam, who put out his hands to catch her in case she fell.

"You okay there?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered, nodding her head and standing back up again, turning her head away for a brief moment when she felt how hot it was getting. After a moment of attempting to compose herself, she cleared her throat and looked straight ahead at the doors. "So, you still think this is a mad idea?"

Adam chuckled a little. "Absolutely. I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Well, it's not like you were going to let me go alone."

He raised his eyebrows, then nodded his head. "You're right about that." Pausing, he turned his head and looked at Rosie, his eyes filled with a softness that Rosie was very familiar with. "But I admire your bravery, Rosie."

She smiled a little. "I guess I just needed to push myself to see that."

Adam smiled back. "You're a very loyal friend, too." His expression all of a sudden turned more sad than ever. "Even though some people don't deserve that from you."

Rosie's smile faded, and her heart dropped at the thought of the Thomson twins. She felt an ache in her chest, remembering the last year she spent with them and Adam, all for their friendship to fall apart. Except now, Adam was standing beside her, willing to walk into a dangerous situation that she convinced him to do. He was a true friend.

"Thank you for coming with me, Adam," she said.

He shot her a small smile. "I'd follow you anywhere, Rosebud."

Rosie's heart skipped a beat, and she had a hard time taking her eyes off him after that.

All of a sudden, the lift came to an abrupt halt, with the voice of a woman ringing inside. "Department of Mysteries."

Adam looked over at Rosie again, his wand already in his hand. "You ready?"

Rosie took a deep breath, nodding as she grabbed her wand as well. "Let's do this."