CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship."
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─── Y/N POV ───
"Department of Mysteries," a woman's sharp voice echoed through the elevator's speaker.
I glanced nervously at Harry, my heart pounding against my ribs. He caught my eye and nodded, assuring me that everything would be alright.
The golden doors slid open, revealing a dark hallway. The polished black floor stretched into the darkness, reflecting the faint light from the elevator. I hesitated briefly before stepping onto the smooth surface.
"This is it," Harry announced.
We moved slowly down the corridor, the clicks of my shoes echoing through the silence. Every step felt heavier than the last as we approached a large door at the end of the hallway.
When Harry pushed it open, we found ourselves in a vast, circular room covered in shadows.
"Lumos Maxima," I whispered, and the tip of my wand illuminated to life, bathing the room in soft, blue light.
The light revealed endless rows of towering shelves stretching into the darkness, each lined with small, fragile orbs.
"Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four..." Harry muttered, then stopped abruptly, pointing at a spot on the floor. "He should be here!"
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. "Harry, I told you...he was just messing with you! He's not-"
"H-Harry..." Neville's voice trembled as he pointed to one of the shelves. "It's got your name on it."
We all froze. Slowly, Harry stepped forward, his hand reaching out. He carefully picked up the glass orb, turning it over in his hands.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows. For neither can live while the other survives." A voice said.
