Sneaking into the Ministry
“So we're really going to do this?”asked a fidgeting Hermione. She was sitting on the dusty and withered floor in an abandoned classroom. The Room was quite small; it had only a couple of desks, dust and not much more. Harry was standing to the right of Hermoine while Ron sat on top of a desk to her left. They were positioned in a sort of circle.
“Well I don't know about you but I am done with being kept out of the loop on important matters.” Harry huffed from where he was standing. It was the end of their second year and just a few days ago Ron had overheard the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall talking about a Prophecy concerning Harry.The other two decided, naturally after listening to what Ron overheard, to confront the Headmaster. Of course it led nowhere, so now they were sitting here planning what they were going to do.
“All we have to do is break into the Department of Mysteries, get to the Hall of prophecies and find the one about Harry.” Even while saying that Ron knew it wasn’t going to be easy. They needed a Plan, a good Plan.
“We could have one of us disguise Themself and pretend to be someone important.” Hermione suggested from her place on the floor.
“That is a great idea but which one of us is going to do it and disguised as whom?” asked Harry while idly playing with his wand.
So here he stood now in front of an unassuming red phone booth after drinking an aging potion and having changed into expensive looking Clothes. He looked to be about twenty years old and was wearing a white Dress Shirt with a dark blue waistcoat over it, black trousers and a Black Frock Coat completing the look of a Victorian Lord. In Addition to his already over the top Clothes he was also wearing an intricate Mask. The mask was what one would expect to wear during a masquerade Ball. It was a dark blue, the same blue his waistcoat was, with silver details. Overall the mask kinda looked like the masks that plague Doctors wore.
“Alright let's do this.” Harry said quietly under his breath. It was early in the afternoon on a Friday when they had decided to do this. After casting a quick look around he slid into the booth. He dialled 62442 (Which Hermione says spells Magic on an alphanumeric keypad) on the numberbad.
Just as he typed the last number he heard a nice female voice say “you have reached the Ministry of Magic, state your name and business.”
The voice while nice was a bit creepy simply because it did not come from the phone but from right beside him, as if it were standing right next to him.
Okay focus Harry don’t fuck this up. “I am Lord Hadrian Mortem and I am here to look at a Prophecy.” He wanted to fidget but forced himself to stand still. They had decided very early on to use the Mortem name for two reasons, one it is a widely known and respected Pureblood name and two nobody has seen anybody from the family in over three centuries. A Golden Badge popped out. He caught it with his seeker reflexes and the Phone box dropped.
He fell for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute or less. At one point or another he might have thought he was going to die. When it finally stopped he was standing in the Atrium. It was a massive long hall with Fireplaces lining both sides, the floor was a polished dark wood and the ceiling was a tealish blue with golden glowing symbols moving across it. In the center of the Hall was a fountain with a series of statues. From where he was standing he could make out a wizard, a witch and what looks like some kind of horse. At the end of the Hall he could see a set of golden gates.
Harry pined the Badge to his waistcoat and started walking into the direction of the Gates. As he was passing by the fountain he noted that what he thought was a horse was actually a centaur and that there were two other statues that he hadn't been able to see from where he had been standing. The statues were of a Goblin and a House elf. Arriving at the Gates he saw one security stand and a single guard.
“Good afternoon sir,” Harry greeted the guard politely.
“Good afternoon to you too sir…,” the security guard trailed off.
“Lord Hadrian Mortem,” he interjected.
The Guard suddenly was on edge looking at him with wide eyes. He stared at Harry for a couple seconds before pulling himself back together and inquiring, “Your Wand please and may I ask what is your business here today?”
“I don’t have a Wand.” Harry decided he can't give them his actual wand. If he did he would be in serious trouble.
“You don’t have a wand?” the Guard looked at him baffled.
“No, I have no need for such vain things.” He fought the urge to fidget under the heavy gaze of the Guard.
“Alright, and what business do you have at the Ministry today sir?” asked the Guard, deciding to drop the previous line of questioning, he does not need to make himself an enemy of such a powerful Pureblood Family.
“There is a Prophecy I wish to acquire.”
“Just through the Gate and take the lift right next to the stairs it is the number nine.” He definitely wasn't getting paid enough for this.
Harry walked quick enough through the Gate that it looked like he was on a time crunch but slow enough that it didn’t look like he was running or at least power walking. The Hall past the gate has nine Elevators. All of them were numbered from one to nine. On the right side were the elevators one to five and on the left were the ones from number six to number nine. Walking to his elevator he saw that on the left side of it, kind of tucked away are the stairs. The Lift doors opened in front of him and he got on without another glance back.