The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Arcana

Arcana;
secrets or mysteries.

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This takes place at the end of fifth year when Harry and the others go to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius.

There are layers upon layers of secrets in this oneshot so this may be slightly confusing. Basically, Harry's been non-officially Dark ever since the graveyard in fourth year, and has been talking to Voldemort via owls.

This is really long and I'm not sure why? This is literally over 5000 words.

*I make an attempt at smut, and it's very descriptive (like over 1000 words descriptive)*

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Harry let the British air cool him down as the Thestrals flew him and the others to the Ministry of Magic. The steady beat of the wings helped sooth his worries.

He knew what was going to happen when he got there. The letter he had gotten just the night previously from Voldemort explicitly stated what would be done and how it would be done. But there was a multitude of ways how this could go wrong. Even if a pin dropped in the wrong time, this whole operation could go down in flames.

As it was the dead of night, the ministry workers weren't there and they could easily slip in undetected using the visitor's entrance— the red phone booth Mr. Weasley used to take Harry to his hearing last summer.

Everyone stepped out at the same time. It was eerie being in a huge, ornate place with no one else in it but then. Harry didn't have much time to think about it, though, because he immediately started running to the elevator with the others in tow. As soon as they all entered the elevator, Harry pressed on the button that said '9' and they were sent on their way.

"Mate," Ron panted, "are you sure Sirius is in there? I mean, this could be something You-Know-Who wanted you to see—"

"Just like the snake attack during Christmas was?" Harry interrupted coldly. "You seemed all for listening to me when your dad was in trouble. How come when it's my own guardian you're so indecisive?"

Ron stayed silent. Hermione let out a near silent gasp. Harry knew it was because he was right. Usually Ron would fire back with some retort— it had happened many, many times during fourth year— but he probably couldn't think of anything good enough to say.

When the doors opened on level nine, The group of six exited the elevator. At the end of the hallway, the door Harry recognized from Tom's extensive explanations in his letters stood in all its glory.

They made their way quickly and opened the door to reveal thousands upon thousands of glass orbs. The large room was quiet, save for the echoing footsteps of the six teens as they made their way to the place where Voldemort was supposedly torturing Sirius.

No one was there.

Before Harry got to expressively act out his charade of being confused, the group heard footsteps approaching them. They all tensed, but Harry tensed for a different reason— this was when everything got messy.

"Well, well, well," a voice drawled. A man with a Death Eater mask stepped out of the shadows. It would have done well to mask his identity, but his long platinum hair showed it's Lucius Malfoy. "Look who decided to show?"

Harry gritted his teeth. "Where's Sirius?! What did you do to him?!"

Lucius chuckled. Not in a warm kind of way, but in a cold, taunting way. It reminded Harry of Aunt Petunia when he asked her for a snack over the summer. "You must learn the difference between dreams and reality, Harry Potter."