Resorted

Chapter Nineteen

I was the first to step into the fire, it was so early that nobody was there. Once we all arrived, my feet led the group to a door that couldn't be opened by a spell. "It has a spell detector on it, we can't go through." Hermione examined the door.
"Now what're we gonna do?" Ron asked. I'm still vexed at him, but now wasn't the time... we had to get in.
Speedily, I prayed for the door to open then I waved my hand like it was instinctive... the door opened. I can do wandless magic? "You can do wandless magic?" Pansy repeated the same question from my head very enthusiastic.
"I had no idea myself. Right now wands out and be on guard. I cannot stress that enough. None of you are dying over me."
"Harry, if we do die, we aren't dying over you..." Draco squeezed my shoulder- if Draco did, I don't know what I'd do.
"It's my fault you're all here in the first place." I muttered then walked into the place followed by everyone else. "Lumos!" Was what myself, Hermione, and Neville muttered.....

The glow from the silver crystal balls wasn't enough to light the room. Because of the walls, the room was a dark blue, cold, some could say it felt empty. What seemed like an infinite rows if shelves holding the prophecies skied to the roof. It was all split in sections, I think it was every letter of the last name. "This is where I saw Sirius, he should be round here somewhere..." He had to be, I wouldn't have had the vision for nothing. So far, all my visions are correct, this one can't be wrong.
"I'm not sure he's here Harry." Ron said poking around an isle. I heard Blaise grunt then Ron shout over 'Shut it!'

"This one has your name on it." Pansy curiously said shining the light of her wand on it. I ran to her then reached to touch it. The glass murked light white like the glow from around the door in my dreams. "Don't touch it Harry!" Hermione shouts at me, at the moment, her and Ron don't really have a right. Although it didn't happen to me, Blaise was basically my male best friend now.
"And why the bloody hell not?"
"Yeah, don't, Harry." Neville shakily defends Hermione.
"It's got my bloody name on it!" I yelled to Neville but Hermione jumped knowing my frustration was towards her. When I took it off the shelf, I saw myself as a baby, then it turned murky again...

"Nice to see you again Mr Potter." The man had long, silk hair, pointed facial features and a stick that was his wand. Lucius Malfoy.
"Where's Sirius?" We all turned to him, every wand pointed and I'm sure I heard Draco huff like a bull.
"Oh you brought Draco too! I thought you would have dumped him within a few days... Getting back on track, we don't have him." Lucius sneered in Draco's direction, it fueled Draco's fire like he dumped a canister of petrol on it.

"It was all a trick wasn't it? You never had Sirius." Draco said jabbing his wand in Lucius' direction.
"Very good Draco! At least you're not a big an idiot as I assumed. To answer your question, the Dark Lord knows of your preference to Heroics."

From the shadows Bellatrix, the Death Eater from the Prophet appeared. Her hair was many inches longer than in the photo, it had mountains of curls and was messier than my own. She was just as pale, maybe even more. Both eyes shone a cynical, murderous, anarchistic grey. Her smile was more like one from a person who drank too much and her hands slithered along Lucius shoulders when she appeared.

"I did not escape from Azkaban to get this treatment!" She shrieked much like a mandrake. Her voice was as insane as her presence. "Oh my it's Longbottom! How're ya parents?" She laughed like a villain from a movie.
"They're great now they're about to be avenged." Blaise grabbed his wrists and jolted Neville back to his original position.

"Temper, temper Longbottom. Now Harry, give me the prophecy and we can all go home breathing." Lucius lifted his hand cupping it. He's more delusional than I though if he thinks I'm giving this to him.
"What prophecy? Oh you mean this prophecy?" I sarcastically questioned tossing it in my hand like it was nothing, "pry it off my dead body."