Written In The Stars V -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Thirty-One: A New Plan.

Mel was writing down the answers to her History of Magic exam, eager to go back to her tower and have a good nap for the rest of the day.

It was then that the feeling spread in her chest, a terrible dread that didn't belong to her. She looked up and around, and her eyes landed on Harry, who had his face hidden behind both hands and was squirming in his seat. Suddenly, her forehead stung and the boy screamed, his body falling limp on the ground.

She turned around with her eyes tearing up in pain, holding onto the edge of the table she tried to stand up, but Professor Tofty walked past and helped Harry up before she could even get on her feet.

Mel was sitting sideways on her chair, pondering whether to abandon her examination or forget about it until she was able to leave. She wanted to go, but she knew that Harry would get upset, probably arguing about ruining her good grades. So headache and all, she finished the last questions of her exam.

"Harry!" Hermione spotted the boy. "What happened? Are you all right? Are you ill?"

"Where have you been?" Ron asked. 

Harry was just coming down from the staircase. "Come with me— Come on, I've got to tell you something..."

He took them to an empty classroom and closed the door as soon as they walked in. His back hit against it and he looked at them with wide eyes.

"Voldemort's got Sirius."

"What?"

"How d'you — ?"

"Saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep in the exam."

"But — but where? How?" Hermione asked in shock. 

"I dunno how— But I know exactly where. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls, and they're at the end of row ninety-seven... He's trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from in there... He's torturing him... Says he'll end by killing him..."

"Wait, hang on, you shouldn't be able to know all that! Harry, you promised you'd practice!"

"Yeah well, you see it was of use not to. Now, how're we going to get there?" 

"G-get there?" Ron paled.

"Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius!"

"But — Harry..."

"What? What?" said Harry.

"Harry," Hermione started, "er... how... how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realizing he was there?"

"How do I know? The question is how we're going to get in there!"

"But... Harry, think about this, it's five o'clock in the afternoon... The Ministry of Magic must be full of workers... How would Voldemort and Sirius have got in without being seen? Harry... they're probably the two most wanted wizards in the world...  You think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?"

"'Mione's right," Mel frowned. "Think about my mother, Sirius wouldn't leave her side just like that!"

"I dunno, Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something! And what if it was Emily the one who left the house? You know how stubborn she is, what if Sirius went after her and they got the two of them? Anyway, the Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I've been —" 

"You've never been there, Harry," said Hermione. "You've dreamed about the place, that's all."

"They're not normal dreams!" Harry took a step forward and faced Hermione with an angry stare, Mel immediately stood between them. "How d'you explain Ron's dad then, what was all that about, how come I knew what had happened to him?"