Chapter 11: The Department Of Mysteries ✔️✔️

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After alot of explaining and ALOT of arguing with my dads, who made it very clear I wasn't going to the Ministy with them, I did the only thing I could think of.

I waited until both my dads were distacted, which took hours by the way, and grabbed my dads broom and left the house, taking off before they could stop me.

I flew as fast as I could and soon found myself stood in the Ministry building, infront of a door, large and black.

The department of Mysteries.

I walked in, listening for any sign my boyfriend was around as I stepped lightly, not making a sound.

"Harry?" I heard Hermione's voice call and I ran, following the voice.

I found them, just as Harry spoke to the death eater infront of the group.

"Wheres Sirius?"

"He's not here Harry, he's with Remus, and the..." I bega but was cut of by the familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"You saw only what that dark lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy."

I stood behind Harry, between Ron and Hermione, like it should hav been the moment we found out Voldemort had my dad...or atleast we thought he did.

"If you do anything to us, I'll break it." Harry shot back.

There was a loud cackling from behind Malfoy Snr and I let out a low growl as Bellatrix Lestrange appered.

"He knows how to play. Itty, bitty baby...Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville spoke up, stepping  infront of Hermione and beside Harry.

Neville Longbottom, is it?" She spoke coyly, the grinned evily, "How's mum and dad?"

"Better, now they're about to be avenged."

"Neville, not yet." I pleaded, taking the taller boys hand in mine and squeasing it tightly.

"Well, I'd know you anywhere...you're a Black." Bellatrix declared, her eyes on me. "Another disappointment to the family name, just like your father."

"Well, somebody had to get the brains in the family. Just so happens, we got brains AND the looks." I smirked.

"You little...!" She began, rasing her wand, but Malfoy stepped in calmly.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we?" he asked and to my surprice, Bellatrix lowered her wand, but she still glared at me.

"All we want, is that prophecy."

"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get it?" Harry asked, moving infront of me again, protectivly.

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix whisperedastonished,

"who? Voldemort?" I asked but she quickly got loud and angry again...crazy cow.

"YOU FILITHY BLOOD TRAITOR AND HALFBLOOD!" She screeched.

"It's all right. They're just curious, aren't you?" Malfoy spoke calmly, "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really."

As Lucius spoke, a group of death eaters began closing in on us and I reached around and grabbed Harry's hand in mine.

"Haven't you always wondered, the reason for the connection between you and the dark lord? Why he was unable to kill you when you were just and infant? Don't you want to know the secret of you scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me. Then I can show you everything."

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