Stealing a Prophecy
The Department of Mysteries is bigger than Harry thought it would be. It was a seemingly endless Hallway. The walls and ceiling were painted a light gray and the floor was that same polished dark wood the Atrium had. He had been walking down this seemingly endless hallway for the last ten minutes when finally he saw two cloaked figures a little further down the hall. Up until now he hadn't encountered a single other person. Walking with purpose towards them he observed the moment they noticed him. The Unspeakables were standing beside one another when they turned towards him. Stopping a couple feet away now he noted how one of them is slightly shorter than the other.
“Can we help you?” the shorter one asked when he stopped in front of them. They had a rather high voice. Too high to be a man's voice, it was the only clue he had towards their gender.
“Yes could one of you please inform me of the location of the Hall of Prophecy?” he politely requested.
“Of course, just continue down the Hall, it is the first door to the left.” the taller one answered. That one had a much deeper voice.
"Thank you.” With that Harry continued on past them. He only had to walk for maybe another five minutes before two doors came into view. One to the right of him, the other to the left. They were both plain looking, the same color as the floor. After walking up to the door on the left he paused with his hand hovering a bit above the door handle. Harry's heart was pounding so fast in his chest that it felt like it wanted to escape his body, he honestly had not expected to make it this far. Taking a deep breath he squared his shoulders and opened the door.
The Hall of Prophecies was a seemingly endless room, with ceilings as high as a cathedral is tall. There were endless rows of shelves as tall as the ceiling. Up on the shelves in neat rows were these small Orbs, they were roughly the size of tennis balls and glowed faintly a blueish white. Right before the rows of shelves began is another security desk. The Unspeakable manning the desk is also cloaked like the figures in the hallway.
“Good afternoon, I am Hadrien Mortem.” Harry began addressing the cloaked person while approaching the desk, ”And I wish to acquire a Prophecy concerning one Harry Potter.”
The cloaked person kind of just stood there for a couple seconds too long and then abruptly gave a whole body jerk and started moving down the endless rows of shelves. Before they got too far the figure called out: “Please follow me.”
Not knowing what else to do Harry decided to do just that. The walk toward where the Unspeakable was leading him was rather short. They stopped in a row of shelves exactly like all the other rows in this Hall. When Harry was about to ask about the prophecy the Unspeakable took one of the orbs, with the stand, off the shelf and handed it to him. Studying the orb closely he saw that it looked like a Glass ball that glowed slightly. The Stand was a black marble slab with three golden Snakes holding up the Orb. Putting the Prophecy into one of his enchanted Pockets, he requested that the figure lead him out now.
They did just that, following the unspeakable back through the Maze of shelves he can't help but let out a quiet sigh of relief. He had done it, now all he had to do was leave. Arriving back at the entry Harry stopped in the doorway, turned to the cloaked figure and spoke in a quiet but firm voice: ”Thank you.”
“There is no need to thank me Lord Mortem, Goodday.” the figure replied.
“Goodday.” With that Harry walked back out into the seemingly never ending Hallway. Moving back towards where the elevator is located he thought about how much easier this was than he expected it to be. All he had to do was drink an aging potion, put some expensive Victorian Clothes plus a Mask on, pretend to be from a long dead Pureblood family and say he doesn't have a wand. Easy. When he sees the Lift finally come into view, Harry all but runs toward it in his haste to leave. Once the Doors open he practically throws himself into the elevator.
After the Doors close he lets out the biggest sigh of relief. Harry is halfway out now. He is so close to being homefree he can practically taste it. The Elevator finally started going up and Harry thought once it did that it was going slower than last time. Must be my imagination He concluded. When the elevator doors open Harry freezes at the sight that greets him. In Front of him were Lucius Malfoy, Amelia Bones and the pale figure of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, himself. And they were all staring right at him.