Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Discharged

Mikayla was in a dark room, she looked around searching for the exit, she found a black unmarked door, she opened it and stepped inside. She took in her surroundings of the 'Death' room of the Department of Mysteries, she watched as a green light leaves Bellatrix's wand hitting her dad. "NOOOO DAD!" She yelled as she watched his bridge backwards as he fell into the veil in the archway before he disappeared.

"NOOOO!" She yelled as her eyes fluttered open, all she saw was white light. She took a few deep breaths, relaxing herself at the memory, she sat up to see she was the only person awake. She sighed happily knowing she hadn't woken up her friends with her night terrors. Everyone looked so peaceful, including Harry, Mikayla felt a little jealous at the fact her body was able to fight the dreamless sleep solution. Mikayla felt like her brain wanted to torture her into madness as she rewatched Sirius being murdered in her sleep, constantly taunting her of what she's lost. Whoever said dealing with Death gets easier as you experience it more is a big liar! It gets worse, it feels like Mikayla was being suffocated by darkness and pain instead of just heartbreak. Mikayla sighed as her eyes set on the ceiling as she waited for the others to wake up, her mind swarming her with dark thoughts as she tries to fight it with Nostalgia of all the times she's ended up in the Hospital Wing.

Hermione was the next awake, she went to the door opening it and retrieving her Daily Prophet, Mikayla stayed silent as everyone else began to stir. Hermione and Ron sat on the edge of Harry's bed, the others slowly followed them, Mikayla fought with herself, forcing herself to get up and join the others. Harry moved over allowing Mikayla to sit down beside him, she nodded her thanks taking a seat. Hermione showed everyone Sunday's Prophet that had the Headline:

HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS

In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He Who Must Not Be Named has returned to this country and is once more active.
'It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord - well, you know who I mean - is alive and among us again,' said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters. 'It is with almost equal regret that we report the mass revolt of the Dementors of Azkaban, who have shown themselves averse to continuing in the Ministry's employ. We believe the Dementors are currently taking direction from Lord - Thingy.'
'We urge the magical population to remain vigilant. The Ministry is currently publishing guides to elementary home and personal defence which will be delivered free to all wizarding homes within the coming month.'
The Minister's statement was met with dismay and alarm from the wizarding community, which as recently as last Wednesday was receiving Ministry assurances that there was 'no truth whatsoever in these persistent rumours that You-Know-Who is operating amongst us once more'.
Details of the events that led to the Ministry turnaround are still hazy, though it is believed that He Who Must Not Be Names and a select band of followers (known as Death Eaters) gained entry to the Ministry of Magic itself on Thursday evening.
Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont, has so far been unavailable for comment. He has insisted over the past year that You-Know-Who is not dead, as was widely hoped and believed, but is recruiting followers once more for a fresh attempt to seize power. Meanwhile, the 'Boy Who Lived' -

"There you are, Harry, I knew they'd drag you into it somehow," said Hermione, looking over the top of the paper at him. "He's the "Boy Who Lived" again now, though isn't he? Not such a deluded show-off anymore, eh?" Ron spike darkly tearing open a chocolate frog, Mikayla was still silent, she was hoping her name hadn't been mentioned in the paper this time. "Yes, they're very complimentary about you now, Harry," Hermione spoke as her eyes scanned the article. "A lone voice of truth... perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story... forced to bear ridicule and slander..." Hermione's eyes widened as she paused, her eyes rescanned the page where she had just read, before her eyes flickered you Mikayla, "what is it Hermione?" Mikayla questioned.

And then there's Mikayla Black, a broken hearted girl called delusional and discriminated against, for her Father's "crimes", once again she had to watch a loved one die in front of her eyes by one of You-Know-Who's followers.
First Mr Cedric Diggory her loving boyfriend and now, confirmed by new inmate Fergal O'Brien -Mikayla Black's Ex-Step-father- she watched her innocent dad, Sirius Black, (See Page 10) be killed by the ruthless Azkaban escapee Bellatrix Lestrange.
Black hasn't made a comment so far as to what had happened but our hearts go out to the now orphaned girl. Who because of a wrongful ruling and a cruel framing never got to know her dad for the great man he was.

Mikayla was stunned by the words Hermione was saying as she pointed out the section of the article to Mikayla. "I can't believe it, they're clearing dad's name now." Mikayla huffed, as she pushed the prophet away from herself in disgust. "what's the bloody point? It's not like he can enjoy his freedom." She mumbled angrily whilst Hermione went on tell them what was some of the other headlines such as You-Know-Who's Last Attempt to Take Over, What the Ministry Should Have Told Us, Why Nobody Listened to Albus Dumbledore, Exclusive Interview with Harry Potter and Mikayla Black, Sirius Black: Killed and Cleared.

"You eight are free to go." Madam Pomfrey smiles as she entered the room from her office, Ginny helped Mikayla bring her instruments back up to the common room. Mikayla put on a watch, making sure it still worked, before grabbing her wand, ukulele and blue bag. She wrote a note to Hermione explaining to her bushy haired friend where she had gone. Rushing out of the common room, down the stairs, through the entrance hall and out the oak doors rushing straight for the Forest. She looked to make sure no one was watching her before running through the Forest. Travelling as quick as her legs could carry her, Mikayla dodged the briers, thorns and nettles that caught her the first time around when Hagrid was ushering her, Hermione and Harry.