Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter fifty five-lambs to the slaughter

By the time the Thestrals landed lightly onto the winding cobblestone roads of London, the sun had sunk far below the horizon, casting an array of dark purple hues across the clear night sky.

"Never...never doing that again..." Ron panted, sliding off his Thestrals and wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his robe
"Dial six two four four two" I ordered as we all squashed into the uncomfortably small telephone box, and soon a loud whirring noise emitted from somewhere inside the box, and a clear robotic-like voice rung out
"Welcome to the ministry of magic. Please state your name and business"
"Harry Potter, (y/n) Lestrange, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley" Harry listed impatiently, and the coin slot rattled loudly as seven metal badges with personalised named engraved on each one

There was a rustling of movements as everyone manoeuvred to pin their respective badges on their robes. The glass doors burst open suddenly, bright yellow light filled the telephone as we tumbled out onto the marble floors of the atrium. Once I was sure we were alone, I lead them to the elevator, that descended to level nine, where the name bodiless voice chimed "Department of Mysteries" as the golden grate slid open.

"Okay listen" Harry said, stopping a few feet before the door, "Maybe...maybe a few people should stay here, as a-as a lookout"
"And how're we supposed to warn you if someone's coming?" Ginny said skeptically, "you could be miles away"
"Patronuses" I answered quickly, "conjure one, tell it your message and who you're sending it to, it'll find us"
"She's right" Ron said, nodding, "Ginny, Luna, Neville, you three stay"
"But-" the trio started to protest
"We really don't have time to argue, please just stay here and keep a lookout" I pleaded, and they finally agreed

I walked quickly, leading Harry, Hermione, and Ron through a number of doors, pulling out a small, unusually thin knife with a gold plated hilt, inserting it into the last door and it swung open with a satisfying click. A large room with towering shelves stacked with endless rows of crystals balls caked in dust revealed itself.

"Blimey, (y/n), how'd you get in?" Ron said as we rushed in,
"stole it from Rookwood" I replied, flipping the switchblade closed and reinserting it into my pocket, "he kept it from his years as an unspeakable"

Time dragged on, and then flashed by in a torturous speed as I fecund myself in the deserted row of ninety six, surrounded by death eaters. Harry clutched the prophecy tightly in his shaking hand, as I stood behind him, with Hermione, and Ron

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over" Harry said whilst thoughts blazed across my mind like lighting, "why does Voldemort need it so bad?"
"Do not play games with me, Potter" Malfoy said furiosuly, and as still as I could, I extended my limp arm forward just enough to tap Harry lightly on the wrist, signalling for him to slip the fragile glass sphere into the palm of my hand

Once communicating my plan to Hermione and Ron, I reached out again to Harry's backside, as subdued as possible, drew the words "smash shelves" on his back, careful not to let any death eaters catch my movements. I waited with bated breath until I saw him jerk his head slightly in agreement.

"The dark Lord knows you are not unintell-"
"NOW" at Harry's call, there was a frenzy commotion as Hermione and Ron scooped up handfuls of prophecies, pelting them one after the other at death eaters, making a thick white mist fill the room. Shelves were sent tumbling down in one universally violent flood, crashing down loudly and sending even more glass splinters to scatter across the floor. I put ad much distance as I could manage from Harry, drawing the death eaters to him and consequently away from the prophecy that sat protected in my hand. I shot curse after curse behind my shoulder, sacrificing my aim in an effort to gain distance, with the only sign of my curses hitting being the yelps of pain and the blood that spattered over my skin and clothes.