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Anaticula Pt 48

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After the class Harry hurried off to the common room with the others behind him including Neville, who was rushing to keep up. “Harry, are you sure?”

“I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley. It's the door I've been dreaming about. I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before. Sirius said Voldemort was after something. Something he didn't have the last time, in the Department of Mysteries.”

Hermione, “Harry, please, just listen. What if Voldemort meant for you to see this? What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you?”

“What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die?” Hermione tried to grab him only to have him turn pulling his arm away, “Hermione, he's part of the only family I've got left.”

Ron, “What do we do?”

Neville nervously watched as Harry said, “We'll have to use the Floo Network.”

Draco, “Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance.”

Draco, “Not all of them.”

Up to her office they hurried and charmed open her door, “Alohomora.”

Harry, “Alert the Order if you can.”

Neville, “Are you mental? We're going with you.”

Harry, “It's too dangerous.”

Ron, “When are you going to get it into your head? We're in this together.”

Umbridge behind them entered saying, “That you are.”

Crabbe entered with Luna and Ginny in his hold, “Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl.”

Umbridge shoved Harry into the chair, “You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?”

Harry, “No.”

In a firm slap the mouths of the students fell open at her striking him on the cheek, “Liar.”

With narrowed eyes Snape entered lowly humming, “You sent for me, headmistress?”

Umbridge, “Snape, yes. The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?”

Snape shook his head, “I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students. The last of it on Miss Edgecomb. Unless you wish to poison him... And I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did. I cannot help you.”

In his turn to join Barty down the hall to come up with a diversion he froze hearing, “He's got Padfoot.” Looking at Harry the teen continued at his stiffening, “He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.” A burning of a charm in his pocket on his thigh signaled the Order was assembling and he inhaled narrowing his eyes praying you weren’t there.

Umbridge, “Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What is he talking about, Snape?”

Shaking his head Snape flatly said after a glance at the other students, “No idea.” Then turned promptly to go find Barty to try and get into contact with you and the others.

Umbridge, “Very well. You give me no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of Ministry security... you leave me with... no alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.”

Hermione, “That's illegal.”

Umbridge, “What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.”

Neville scoffed, “We all know the hex on you, what’ll you do, fire ducks at him till he talks?”

Umbridge turned and grabbed the neck of Harry’s shirt pinning him back making him gasp for air at the shock of it, Hermione afraid for what she would stoop to shouted, “Tell her, Harry!”

Umbridge, “Tell me what?”

The room all looked at her, “Well, if you won't tell her where it is...I will.”

Umbridge, “Where what is?”

Hermione, “Dumbledore's secret weapon.”

She smirked tugging Harry from the chair and motioned for Hermione to come with her. Out the castle and straight to the forest she followed the duo huffing about the mud growing on her pink pumps by the minute. “How much further?”

Hermione, “Not far. It had to be somewhere students wouldn't find it accidentally.”

Harry, “What are you doing?”

To which she whispered back, “Improvising.”

In the empty clearing where Grawp is usually kept the teens circled wetting their lips anxiously wondering where he went to, “Well? Where is this weapon? There isn't one, is there? You were trying to trick me.” In a defeated tone she continued on, “You know...I really hate children.”

The snap of a branch had them turn around and had her wand extended up at the band of centaurs Harry nodded his head to remembering your sharing a sign of respect if they had ever crossed paths with the herd, to which Bane returned a nod.

Umbridge however stated in Hermione’s flinch of a nod at Harry’s miming, “You have no business here, centaur. This is a Ministry matter. Lower your weapons.” An arrow was notched and she added, “I warn you, under the law, as creatures of near-human intelligence...” The arrow was fired and she ducked behind Harry, who muttered, “Protego.” Shielding the pair of them.

Behind him she cried out, “How dare you? Filthy half-breed. Incarcerous.” Instead of firing a rope off the herd halted seeing the duck shoot out of her wand making the teens roll their eyes.

The herd circled them all and Hermione spotted Grawp approaching who picked up Umbridge at her tight grip on Hermione’s arm, “Please. Please stop it. Please.”

Umbridge shouted at an arrow being fired at her ankle, “Now, enough. I will have order. You filthy animal. Do you know who I am?”

Reaching up Hermione tapped Bane’s elbow drawing his eyes to her, “Leave Grawp alone. It's not his fault. Please. No, he doesn't understand.”

Bane nodded and shouted in Giantish making Grawp set Umbridge down in their reach to be lifted by two of them, “Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm.”

They began turning to run off while Bane awaited his answer, “I'm sorry, Professor. But I must not tell lies.” Bane smirked and gave the order to carry her off.

Umbridge, “What are you doing? I am Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge. Let me go!”

Hermione peered up with a grin, “Thank you, Grawp.” The giant nodded and strolled off back to his bed to sit down.

Harry patted her arm, “Hermione. Hermione, Sirius.”

Out on the edges of the forest Harry asked the rest of the DA, “How'd you get away?”

Ginny, “Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.”

Ron, “Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.”

Hermione, “That was clever, Ron.”

Ron, “Has been known to happen.”

Ginny, “It was brilliant.”

Neville, “So how are we getting to London?”

Harry, “Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you...but I've got you into enough trouble as it is.”

Neville, “Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real. Or was that all just words to you? I wrote to Jaqi and she’s not answering, she never ignores a call.”

Ron, “Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.”

Draco, “So how are we going to get to London?”

Luna smirked, “We fly, of course.”

Hours you had been sitting and after a stolen trip to the toilet each in pairs you returned to watch without a sign of anything until you got word from Neville about Harry’s dream not long before one from Snape confirming what Neville had assumed. In a note to Percy you a confirmation that Sirius and Remus were safe though a distant door opened and again you stood readying your wands.

Draco, “Department of Mysteries.”

Harry, “This is it.”

Softly in latin you muttered, “Honestly, are we going to have to break his legs to keep him safe?” soft chortles sounded around you and you heard them coming closer.

Harry, “Ninety-two. Ninety-three. Ninety-four. Ninety-five.” Looking at the floor where he’d seen Sirius kneeling he muttered, “He should be here.”

Moving closer Hermione spotted you in the drop of the mirror charm moving your hands at your side in a silent question of why they were there, “Harry.”

He looked up and asked, “Jaqi? Fred, George, Regulus, what are you doing here?”

Moving closer you said, “Trying to make sure you didn’t come here. You tiny terror you.”

“But, Sirius-,”

You nodded, “Not Dad Harry. Dad’s at home.”

Harry shook his head, “But, he, I-,”

Neville’s head turned and he tapped Harry’s shoulder, “It's got your name on it.”

In a whisper as he claimed the orb the prophecy spoke, ‘The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal... but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives.’

Lowering the orb his eyes turned to you as you shifted with Regulus and the twins to circle the younger students blocking them at the arrival of a Death Eater masked who strolled closer to you.

Lucius’ voice sounded out turning your head, “You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams... and reality. You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy.” His brows rising in a hopefully convincing gesture making Draco nudge his arm Harry shook off.

Harry, “If you do anything to us, I'll break it.”

Narrowing your eyes a familiar face appeared and you subtly drew your wand in Bellatrix’ approach signaling you to tap Neville’s wand holding arm to remain still, “He knows how to play. Itty, bitty baby. Potter.”

Neville, “Bellatrix Lestrange.”

Her eyes locked on you with a taunting smirk then back to him, “Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?” Twitching her fingers around the handle of her wand reading to fire a curse at you both.

Neville, “Better, now they're about to be avenged.”

Your hand rose up to shove his arm back down with a circle of your wand over you reducing her curse to a pink mist falling to the floor, Lucius stepped between you and Bellatrix raising his hand, “Now, let's everybody just calm down...shall we? All we want is that prophecy.”

Harry, “Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?”

Bellatrix raised her wand again shouting making Lucius turn gripping her arm to lower it in a low growl, “You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood!”

Lucius lowly growled, “Shut, up!” Turning around he glanced at you with an exasperated sigh then looked to Harry who inched closer to your side while Neville glared at Bellatrix still, “It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you? Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really. 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 an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your 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.”

Harry softly muttered, “I've waited 14 years.”

Lucius nodded, “I know.” Extending his hand palm up.

Harry quickly stated, “I guess I can wait a little longer.” After a roll of your eyes Lucius gave you a nod and locked eyes with his son in a try to give him courage to send a hex their way, stepping back readying for an attack, “Now. Stupefy.”

The other teens around you raised their wands at the other Death Eaters around you shouting, “Stupefy.”

One Death Eater shouted back, “Levicorpus.”

To which Neville blocked silently to shield you both firing back, “Petrificus Totalus.”

Regulus patted his back in the drop of the Death Eater’s body loudly to the ground, “Well done, Neville.”

“Stupefy.”

After a series of blocking spells you all eyed the swarming group of Death Eaters at which Ginny aimed her wand at shouting, “Reducto.”

Softly you stated, “Wrong spell.”

Ginny looked at you as your hand gripped her arm in a mental rubbering spell to keep the prophecies in tact to bounce around then settle and you back stepped into Draco’s chest, “What?”

Pushing her along you said, “Run, now!”

At the sight of the collapsing shelves sending glass balls raining down to the floor all the teens joined you in sprinting at George saying, “Get back to the door.”

The door swung open at Fred’s charm and you all, even against your tries to stop, fell through the door into the seemingly bottomless hall attached and came to a sudden hovering stop inches from the ground. A final small drop and you sighed at being on the ground again. Clambering to your feet you eyed the roughly carved octagonal hall around a lone archway with a silvery veil fluttering inside it serenely luring you closer with the soft whispers coming through it.

Ron stood up saying, “Department of Mysteries.”

Barely audible you heard your name being called before a soft whisper saying, “I am here.” Your eyes narrowed as you inched closer.

Ron, “They got that bit right, didn't they?”

Harry, “The voices. Can you tell what they're saying?”

Hermione, “There aren't any voices, Harry.”

Ron, “Let's get out of here.”

Luna, “I hear them too.”

Hermione, “Harry, it's just an empty archway.”

Shaking your head as Regulus gripped your belt loop keeping you from walking through it if you were in a trance you said, “No, it’s a doorway.”

Draco, “To where?”

The voice spoke again, “Not yet. Balance the scales. Trust. Hope. Love.” Stepping back you said, “Somewhere we can’t go yet.”

Dark plumes of smoke circled the room with Bellatrix’s cackle echoing around the room landing around you as you circled up again looking at the others with Bellatrix landing opposite you raising her wand.

Plumes of light entered next in the first flash of spells you answered with another circle of your wand pushing back the Death Eaters with a rebounding curse dissipating theirs. The Aurors lined up with you blocking the teens as best they could with Sirius tugging Harry away from Lucius, who gave Sirius a nod for a good show of a duel. “Please, Harry. Get behind me.”

Bellatrix strolled closer to you, “Did you actually believe...or were you truly naive enough to think... that children stood a chance against us?”

Lucius extended his hand again, “I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now...or watch your friends die.” His eyes locked with Sirius who readied his own stance.

Sirius brushed Harry more behind him, “Don't give it to him, Harry.” In Lucius’ step closer Sirius lowered his wand and in Lucius’ inhale he drew his fist back and punched him knocking Lucius out of the way so he could fire at Rudolphus behind him sneaking up on Neville, “Get away from my godson.”

Sirius pulled Harry back behind a band of rocks, after his having thrown the prophecy at the ground smashing it, saying while you rebuffed another of Bellatrix’ curses and fired another at Rudolphus in his try to raise his wand at Neville, “Now, listen to me. Take the others and get out of here.”

Harry, “What? No, I'm staying with you.”

Sirius, “You've done beautifully. Now, let me take it from here.”

Rudolphus stepped forward shooting a curse luring Sirius and Harry out, “Black.”

Lucius lined up beside Rudolphus and Harry fired off a spell, “Expelliarmus!”

Rudolphus lost his wand and Sirius rebounded Lucius’ curse at Rudolphus sending him off into the distance, “Nice one, James.”

After a third blast of your wand slamming Bellatrix into the wall she soared off into a plume of smoke you followed with your eyes blocking her from trying to attack Neville leading to her landing on the side firing off a green blast at Sirius, “Avada Kedavra.” Sending him back through the silver archway vanishing from sight.

Harry was instantly grabbed by Remus in her smirking backwards strut as he cried out, “No. No.”

Her smirk died at her noticing your body wreathed in sparks and eyes glowing in your sharp inhale making her turn and run through the hall behind her, behind you in your sprint after her Remus cried out, “It was a Ghoul Jaqi! It was a Ghoul!” Harry froze in confusion as did the others but in the Peruvian instant darkness clump you threw behind you none moved until the twins managed to mutter the counter spell to allow them all after you.

“I killed Sirius Black. You coming to get me?”

Four halls later and in the main hall a ripple of the tiles under Bellatrix’ feet managed to trip her up enough for you to rush behind her slamming into her back sending you both into a sideways flip at the planting of your foot in a drop to your knee. Tightly your hand fisted in her hair and you her head slammed harshly into the ground bloodying her cheek and nose at the splitting tiles under her. Echoes traveled the hall your eyes darkened to purple hearing Remus with the other Death Eaters having fled, “Ghoul!”

A jolt of a red curse to your torso sent you flying onto your back allowing her to scramble to her feet in an unsteady stagger trying to get away from your reach. Panting you rolled over and climbed to your knees peering at her through your curls with a giggle, “Aww, Auntie Bella, what happened, no hug? First time we’ve met. Come on.” On your feet you said, “Come closer.”

At her stepping back again your smirk deepened in a weak chuckle and you blocked her next curse, “You are not my family! Pathetic halfblood!” Her wand swished and you winced at her next Cruciatic curse lowering you to your knees.

When she released it you chuckled, “Halfblood?” Her head nodded with brows raised and you rose, “Guess they don’t get the news that quick out in Azkaban. Surprised uncle hasn’t told you yet.” Stepping closer to her you said, “My Mum is Voldemort’s cousin.”

Her face dropped and she shook her head, “Lying! You’re lying!”

A swish of her wand and you aparated to avoid the golden bench she hurled at you making her twist around then fall heavily at your left hook when she turned to find you behind her, “Ask him.”

“Crucio!”

In a swish of your wand you stated in Latin, “Rubber,” then aimed your wand at her, “Glue” sending her curse back at her making her cry out in a drop to her knees. In a glance to your right you spotted Harry appear in the hallway you had exited distracting you from her. Suddenly a sharp jolt landed in your side dropping you to the ground in another muffled shout and a bolt of red light burning another scar into your skin making the teens and Aurors group up behind your mirrored barrier blocking them in the hall.

“I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK! AND YOU ARE A WORTHLESS DIRTY BLOOD LIAR!!” In a trembling rise to your knees your eyes narrowed at her and before she could raise up or step away you lunged forward. Tackling her with hard punch to her face making Hermione gasp covering her mouth to remain quiet at the next three jolts of faltering red light you kept punching her through as she continued her shouts, “He’s, Dead!!” Another jolt of red light came and she struggled to get out from under your body pinning her down, “Orphan! Halfblood! LIAR!” Another punch came down and through her bloody cough she jammed her wand in your side, “Impirius!”

In a jolt of yellow light you grit your teeth as she tossed you off her to slide into the wall in her stagger to her feet again. With a harsh cough she straightened up in a teasing tilt of her chin as the gashes on her face bled, “Filthy, halfblood, liar!”

Again your body found its feet and you charged over for her making her backtrack into the path of the lit fireplace freeing Riddle inside making the group gasp seeing you still heading for her. An enamored smile came from her in a tilting sway of her body to avoid his path using him as a shield. Only in his eyes raking over you halting on the clear bleeding wounds on your middle and arms he missed the rise of your arm in a firm back hand across his cheek making the rest of the group cover their mouths at Riddle’s suddenly raised wand. Him and Bellatrix missing Dumbledore’s entrance entirely as he lifted you from the ground with a snarl at the burn in his pinking cheek.

Off to the side Neville pocketed the picture from the camera that had been following you from home still capturing stills of your battles and reactions candidly as it was enchanted to when your family got together in big groups.

Narrowly Riddle’s eyes looked over your face more hurt and confused than furious with you pulling you a bit closer to ask why you had struck him only to lower you as Bellatrix taunted again, “Orphan, Halfblood, liar!”

In relief you coughed as your free hand rose to your neck Riddle turned to Bellatrix, “What did you say?”

She pointed her wand at you which he flicked her wand away making her smirk drop, “That lying little child said her filthy mudblood mother was a relation of yours.”

Riddle flatly replied, “Yes, my cousin.” Her mouth fell open in a glance at you catching your thumb swiping off your chin in a subtle ‘screw you’ then she looked at him again back stepping as he said, “You mentioned something about, orphan?”

Timidly she repeated, “I, killed, Si-,”

Riddle shook his head and held her in place with a curse turning to draw her back between you both in his step aside while you noticed Albus behind his own mirroring charm “Now, if you are breathing when she is done with you, we will be discussing a few ground rules.” His hold on her dropped and she eyed you, “Raise your wand Bellatrix!”

Softly you stated, “Let me make this perfectly clear. Never touch the Longbottoms or my father again.”

Her eyes narrowed raising her own wand as you raised yours, shaking her head she said, “But, I-,”

You shook your head, “No, you didn’t.” A blast of orange light exploded from your wand sending her flying into one of the fireplaces where she slammed hard into the back of it then collapsed to her knees after a slide down the wall vanishing to the hidden manor making your head turn to Riddle, who instantly fired a holding charm on you.

“Now that your anger is sated,” he floated you closer, “Now that I have been patient with your anger you will repay that kindness with another, and you will tell me what the prophecy is.”

Struggling to breathe you hovered there and he started, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ...” After reciting what he knew so far he demanded, “What power?”

“It doesn’t say.”

Tighter he gripped your neck making those behind your barrier struggle to remain quiet, “Then what does it say?!”

In a weak whisper you replied while Remus covered Harry’s mouth noticing him ready to shout, “and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ...”

“That can’t be all.” His grip tightened and he pulled you closer, “Show me! If that is-,”

At your eyes flashing silver his did as well making Remus mumble in latin, “She just, so quickly, broke into his mind.”

Regulus leaned over to whisper, “I told you.”

The longer you shared of the memory the more your scar darkened starting to drip black ooze making Ginny ask, “What’s happening to her face?”

Sirius’ fists clenched, “Hold on Pumpkin. Hold on.”

Suddenly you gasped breaking the bond when the left side of your face was drenched with the ooze and his eyes narrowed and in a turn of his head your barrier flickered allowing Harry through before it shot up again in your calming breaths on your back when Riddle dropped you. Instantly from his confused glance at the liquid on your face Riddle turned to face Harry while you slid backwards out of his sight up against the wall where you trembled in your shift onto your knees.

Harry, “So much for a weapon, huh?” Softly you whimpered lowering your head to wipe your face on the bottom of your blood stained tank top.

Riddle answered, “Do you even understand what it means, Potter?” Stepping closer, “What it truly means, for you?”

Forcing yourself to your feet you sheathed your wand, extending your hand towards Dumbledore it folded around the Elder wand that flew towards you in your full body morph into Dumbledore as you triggered another fireplace behind you to light up mocking his arrival.

Firmly in his voice you stated, “It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way.”

Riddle turned as you flicked the wand sideways casting Harry aside near Dumbledore, who inched closer to your barrier he wandlessly strengthened in what he sensed as the waning of your strength.

Riddle, “By which time I shall be gone, and you... shall be dead.” A jut of his wand cast out a blue beam of light bubbling and dripping in its meeting your red and white one easily growing stronger over his making his smirk flinch at the sea of lightning bolts shooting off around you, “You've lost, old man.”

In a move from Harry to jolt up again Riddle used your move to brush him back again to withdraw his attack to breathe a ball of flame he flung out with his wand creating a flaming snake. Motionless in your eyeing the rising snake Riddle took that as a reason to smirk until you gave the wand a flick. From its belly outwards it rippled into ice while you avoided its attack in a step to your right trapping Riddle in a ball of water from the fountains that dropped to the ground at Harry’s jump to his feet again.

A grip of his shoulder and a shove had him sliding across the floor behind the golden centaur you brought to life to guard and hold him back while you turned to face Riddle. Without a pause dissipating the shadow curse he sent at you with a rippling wall of light drawing a stunned gasp from him when it washed over him healing his blistering cheek from your slap.

Narrowing his gaze his arms shot up for an explosion making the entire wall of glass behind him shatter to send at you and Harry both that turned to dust against your protective bubble. In a ripple of dust his body faded making you turn only to see Harry drop at a swirl of dust circling up around him. On the ground his normally emerald eyes glowed in a bright blue bringing you over to him at the retraction of the golden centaur.

Riddle, “Harry. So weak. So vulnerable.”

In his mingled visions Riddle was stirring up Harry’s eyes locked on yours, “Look at me. Harry, it isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not.”

Riddle feeling his control fading, “Harry?”

Harry winced back, “You're the weak one...and you'll never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.”

At that you fired a familiar silver spell mentally muttering, “Apstraho!” casting Riddle in a harsh explosion of light into the wall behind him rippling out of Harry, who you stepped over as the light dimmed.

Riddle, panting on his finding feet stated, “You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you will lose everything.” His eyes rose to land on you before you could raise your wand holding you up by your neck, “Starting with you.”

In a swipe of his hand Dumbledore drew Harry’s dropped wand to himself at the fall of your barrier seeing your reappearing scar bleeding the black ooze again and he raised it in the ripple of your disguise falling at the lighting of the fireplaces on your right bringing Fudge and a series of Wizengamot Aurors into clear view.

All at once their expressions dropped as another picture of you was captured, in a turn of your head Riddle’s eyes widened seeing you in his grip making him look to where he had left you finding it empty. Dumbledore’s step into his view narrowed his eyes again seeing his wand was aimed at you and not him clearly meaning to him that Dumbledore had forced you to duel in his place. Another glance at you dripping with remorse ended at your soft Parseltongue whisper of, “Run.”

In one motion he released you and vanished into thin air, weakly your feet couldn’t hold you and your body collapsed backwards into Neville’s arms after his race over you fell with eyes rolling back dropping Dumbledore’s wand at his feet. Around you and Harry the others grouped as Fudge stood still muttering, “He’s back.”

Pt 49

#Voldemort #Department of Mysteries Battle #He's Back

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