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| VOLDEMORT'S DECEPTION |
"He's being tortured as we speak."

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IT FELT LIKE THE WORLD HAD COME TO A HALT. All sorts of motion had concluded and what only could be made out was the way Harry's eyebrows had shot up in alarm. Alora's mouth shut promptly as her stomach began to squirm in trepidation. . .Sirius. . .Voldemort. . .that can't be true, he was just at Grimmuald Place, wasn't he?

"Sorry?" she knitted her brows dubiously, feeling the grip of her hands grasp her arms in an anxious manner.

"What?"

"How'd you—?"

"Saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep in the exam."

"But—but where? How?" Hermione's face had paled.

"I dunno how," said Harry. "But I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls and they're at the end of row ninety-seven. . .he's trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from in there. . .he's torturing him. . .says he'll end by killing him!"

"We're going," spoke Alora firmly, biting her lower lip to stop it from trembling in consternation — she did not need to think, or ponder on what they were to do, they were going to save her Dad, and if the others weren't coming she would go herself. "We're going to the Department of Mysteries. Right now."

"B-but—"

"No," Alora felt her breaths catch in her throat, "we need to save him."

"But—Lora. . ." drew Ron weakly.

"What? What?" Harry intervened, he looked just as concerned as Alora did.

Alora could not wrap her head around the fact that they were hesitant about the idea of going to save Sirius — why could they not understand that if they didn't get him out of there he could be killed. And, if Sirius was killed, Alora wouldn't know if she could survive on her own, desperately wishing for him to come back everyday, a little bit like how she lingered for letters, only this time, there'd never be a returning.

They were going to save Sirius. And that was final.

"Harry," asked Hermione faintly, her tone was more startled than Alora had ever heard it before, "er. . .how. . .how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realising he was there?"

"How do I know?" bellowed Harry. "The question is how we're going to get in there!"

"But. . .Harry, think about this," Hermione took a step towards him, she cleared her throat before she spoke, "it's five o'clock in the afternoon. . .the Ministry of Magic must be full of workers. . .how would Voldemort and Sirius have got in without being seen? Harry. . .they're probably the two most wanted wizards in the world. . .you think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?"

"I dunno, Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something!" Harry yelled. "Anyway, the Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I've been—"

"You've never been there, Harry," Hermione straightened his facts quickly, she restlessly stood on the spot, constantly moving due to the nerves of the situation. "You've dreamed about the place, that's all."

"They're not normal dreams!" Harry approached Hermione nearer with every word that he shouted out — he wanted to shake her and put the message that Sirius was not safe in her head. "How d'you explain Ron's dad then, what was all that about, how come I knew what had happened to him?"