He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-4

"So.. we just flush ourselves in?"

"Are you completely sure about this, Granger?" I huffed. The four of us were currently somewhere in the middle of Muggle London— looking for four people who worked in the Ministry. "No." She said. I rolled my eyes. But this was our only remaining option.

Ron quickly spotted two women murmuring about something and behind them were two other men. Harry shot a spell at the two, pulling them into a little alleyway as I quickly ran towards him.

Hermione plucked their hairs as she began to brew the potion. "Don't speak to anyone until absolutely necessary." She said, handing us a glass of the probably the stinkest drink I've ever laid my eyes on. "And don't get yourselves caught and killed." She says with a sigh.

"This is completely mental." I say. "Completely." She agrees. "The world's mental." Ron says before chugging his drink as if it were a shot of alcohol. I follow behind him, closing my eyes shut as I swallow the disgusting taste.

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I fixed my clothes for the fifth time. What in the world possessed this lady to wear the itchiest clothing known to man?

The four of us walked out, trying to act normal as Hermione tried balancing on her pencil heels. Harry and Ron went towards the Gents washroom while Hermione and I did to the Ladies.

I walked into the cubicle, glancing around. "So.. we just flush ourselves in?" I ask, internally groaning at the sigh of the unclean toilet. "In a nutshell." She says. I could hear the frown on her face. I take a deep breath, standing above the toilet as I flush it.

Within seconds, we were walking out the chimneys. The Ministry was packed. I quickly met up with Harry as he looked around at posters with my face on it. Guards began rushing behind us, grabbing random people. We walked towards Hermione and Ron. "What's happening?" I asked, looking around before my eyes landed on the statue ahead of us.

There were people, normal people who were struggling to hold the weight of a large stone. "Are those.." Harry started. "Muggles. In their rightful place." Hermione winced. "I'm starting to freak out a bit." Ron said. "How long did you say the potion would last, Granger?" I asked. "I didn't." She said with a pause as I snap my head in her direction. I'm going to die today.

We walked into an elevator, trying to shut it before a man approached us. "Cattermole." He spoke, staring at Ron. "It's still raining inside my office. That's two days now." He said. Ron looked at him with an awkward expression. "Have you tried an umbrella?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to slap him. "You do realise I'm going downstairs, do you, Cattermole?" The man said, unamused. "To interrogate your wife." Oh my days, what bodies have we gotten ourselves into?

Ron remained quiet. "Now, if my wife's blood status were in doubt.." blood status? The Ministry's targeting muggleborns? "I's be panicking." He continued before leaving.

"Oh, my god. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone." Ron stammered as I shot him a look. "Ronald, you do realise she isn't actually your wife?" I state. He nods. "Uhm.. yeah." He says. "But how do I stop the rain?" He asks. "Try Finite Incantatem." Hermione says.

"This is you, Ron." Harry says as we stop on a floor. Ron steps out. "Finite Incantatem. Okay." He says before the elevator begins moving again. "If we don't locate Umbridge within an hour, we get Ron and leave." Harry says. "And never come back? Deal." I say with a huff as the elevator doors open.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of Umbridge ahead of us. "Ah, Octavia. Travers sent you, did he?" Umbridge says, looking at me. I nod my head. "Good. We'll go straight down." She says before entering the elevator. "Albert, Mafalda. Aren't you getting out?" She asks, looking at Harry and Hermione as they nod, quickly leaving.

I curse under my breath as the elevator moves again.