Wanna Be Saved

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Chapter Thirty
The Veil

Bronwyn could not really recall the journey of which had taken the small group of teenagers from the grounds of Hogwarts in the Scottish highlands to the Hall of Prophecy in the middle of the Ministry of Magic. She had been acting upon pure instinct the moment she had sat on one of the invisible creatures of which had brought the group to London. All she knew was that she had engaged barely in some form of conversation with the others around her, attempted to make it known that she was present in some form of manner. But the truth was anything but. 

She really did not like the feeling of the place, actually she did not like the feeling of the Ministry in general. It had been this way for many years now, ever since she was a child and had accompanied her father into the large building. She had always felt this strange disconnect within the walls of the Ministry compared to the outside community of which it was supposed to serve. It felt uncannily overwhelming, it felt wrong. And ever since she had first come along, when she had been possibly no older than 6, she had grown a strong distaste for the place. Vowing only to step foot inside when absolutely necessary. And she supposed this would be one of those times. It didn't mean she had to like it. 

But upon entering the room, she was quick to notice their surroundings. The room seemed to stretch on forever, with tall towering shelves full of gold crystal balls. It was haunting, and not in the beautifully haunting way. In the way of which was bound to give a small child nightmares and the fear of round objects, trypophobia. It was dimly lit with blue flamed candles, the atmosphere eery in a way of which reminded Bronwyn of Slytherin's chamber, or at least the parts she had seen. 

Harry led the small group further and further down the isles to a point where Bronwyn was unsure she would know the way to get back out. The entrance door long since gone from their vision as the boy-who-would-not-listen, continued to lead them in the direction of which his memory led him. To a point that Bronwyn was not surprised to find empty once they finally reached it. For when Harry came to a sudden stop, not only were there no adults awaiting their arrival, but there was no sign they had ever been there in the first place. Bronwyn took a moment to look around the shelves as she let the others bicker around her, already missing the castle of which they had stupidly ran away from hours ago now. She also missed one of the inhabitants of said castle wishing she had chosen to ignore her younger sister's shouts and remained in his arms indefinitely. It was in this time she spent looking around that she noticed a familiar name upon one of the golden orbs;

Harry James Potter

"Harry I think you want to see this." Bronwyn called out causing the group to turn to her in confusion, Harry being the only one to not fully turn. He only looked back over his shoulder at the older girl confused as to what she was hinting at. "It's got your name on it." 

Harry was quick to reach out and touch the golden ball, ignoring the rest of the lettering upon it, only interested in as to why his name was included within the hall of prophecies, though she didn't want to point out the obvious, she assumed the names  of their location was quite telling. 

"What's my name doing here?" Harry questioned instantly moving his hand closer.

"Don't touch it Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, unsure as to whether she could stop him in time, but it was clear she did not trust whatever was being presented to them, Bronwyn could not blame her she felt the same, if not worse. It was more than obvious at this point that Harry's vision was a trick, it was done on purpose to trick him into being in this room. She was just unsure exactly why he was being drawn here. 

"Why not?" Harry almost snapped, and Bronwyn felt a rage build in her she hadn't felt in a while. She did not care if Harry spoke to her like that, it seemed to be an ongoing part of their friendship at this point, but she was not going to let him speak to her best friend like that. But before she could give him a piece of her mind, someone else jumped in to save the boy.