"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?"
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"Where do we go from here, then?" Luna asked Harry in a politely interested voice once their thestrals landed in the middle of downtown London and they all hopped off of the invisible horses.
"Over here," Harry said, leading the way quickly to the a battered, red box and opened the door. "Come on!" he urged the others as they hesitated. Jupiter, Ron and Ginny marched in obediently; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squashed themselves in after them.
"Whoever's nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!" he said.
Ron did it, his arm bent bizarrely to reach the dial. As it whirred back into place the cool female voice sounded inside the box, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
"Harry Potter, Jupiter BlackRon Weasley, Hermione Granger," Harry said very quickly, "Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood . . . We're here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!"
"Thank you," the cool female voice said. "Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes."
Seven badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Hermione scooped them up and handed them mutely to Harry over Jupiter's head; she glanced at the topmost one.
'Harry Potter, Rescue Mission'
"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
"Fine!" Harry said loudly, as his scar visibly gave him another throb. "Now can we move?"
The floor of the telephone box shuddered and the pavement rose up past the glass windows of the box, and with a dull grinding noise they sank down into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.
A chink of soft golden light hit their feet and, widening, rose up their bodies. Harry bent his knees and held his wand as ready as he could in such cramped conditions, peering through the glass to see whether anybody was waiting for them in the Atrium, but it seemed to be completely empty. The light was dimmer than it had been by day.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening," said the woman's voice.
The door of the box burst open; Jupiter toppled out of it after Harry, followed by Neville and Luna.
The only sound in the Atrium was the steady rush of water from the golden fountain, where jets from the wands of the witch and wizard, the point of the centaur's arrow, the tip of the goblin's hat, and the house-elf's ears continued to gush into the surrounding pool.
