Part Seventeen
Dolores Umbridge. The new headmaster of Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry. As soon as she had power, she abused it. Making outlandish rules and even more outlandish punishments for breaking them. Everyone who was learning from Harry was subjected to writing with a magic quill. It cut whatever you wrote into your hand. She seemed to enjoy the pain on every ones faces.
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O.W.L.s was upon you and the entire fifth year sat in the main hall taking them when a bang was heard in the hall. Soon the doors flew open and a firework flew in. Exploding into a bunch of little fireworks. Then Fred and George flew in on their brooms. They threw another into the air and it became a giant dragon that chased Umbridge out of the room and flew right through her. As the dragon exploded it knocked down all of her amendments to the rules. The class erupted in cheers and ran out into the court yard to follow the twins. You stood by Harry cheering on your friends. You felt hi graze your arm and when you looked he was on the ground. You crouched by him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Sirius!" You all ran into the school and up the stairs.
"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."
"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?" Hermione's brows were furrowed.
"What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die? Hermione, he's the only family I've got left." You bit your lip but nodded.
"What do we do?" Ron stepped closer.
"We'll have to use the Floo Network."
"Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance."
"Not all of them." Harry lead the way to her office. He unlocked the door and you all went in.
"Alert the Order if you can." Harry activated the Floo.
"Are you mental? We're going with you." Ron crossed his arms.
"It's too dangerous." Hermione scoffed.
"When are you going to get it into your head? We're in this together." The door swung open and there stood Umbridge.
"That you are." She had her brigade of students drag a few others into her office. In total it was Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and You. The last to be brought in was Neville, dragged in by Malfoy. You made eye contact and you sighed. He looked away from you.
"You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?"
"No."
"Liar!" She slapped him.
"You sent for me, headmistress?" Snape entered.
"Snape, yes. The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?"
"I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students. The last of it on Miss Chang. Unless you wish to poison him... And I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did. I cannot help you." He started to walk out when Harry turned to him.
"He's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden."
"Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What is he talking about, Snape?" He paused for a moment.
"No idea." And he walked out.
"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."
"That's illegal!" Hermione struggled in Crabbe's hold.
"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him." She faced down the photo of the minister on her desk.
"Tell her, Harry!" You looked at her confused.
"Tell me what?" Dolores seemed exasperated.
"Well, if you won't tell her where it is... I will."
"Where what is?"
"Dumbledore's secret weapon." A confused look found its way to your face. She took Harry and Hermione and walked out. After a while Ron spoke up.
"I could really use some sweets right about now. They're in my bag." Draco and the others grabbed the box of sweets and told you to leave. You smirked at Ron and grabbed your wand while the others grabbed theirs and Ron grabbed Harry's and Hermione's wands. The lot of you ran out of her office and down the corridor. You met Harry and Hermione in the hall.
"How'd you get away?"
"Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty."
"Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves."
"That was clever, Ron." He smirked to himself.
"Has been known to happen."
"It was brilliant. So how are we getting to London?" Neville stepped forward.
"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 took another step.
"Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real. Or was that all just words to you?"
"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate." Harry sighed.
"So how are we going to get to London?" Luna smiled.
"We fly, of course." You all ran to the Forbidden Forest and to an open field. You'd seen the skeletal black horse like creatures before. Your first year here. But you never knew what they were. Luna said they were friendly so you trusted her judgement on it. You all god on one and flew to London. You all arrived and got in the elevator. You followed Harry the whole way and went into a dark room full of strange orbs. You followed Harry deeper in. Sirius was no where in sight.
"He should be here!" Neville Spoke up.
"Harry. It's got your name on it." He pointed to an orb up on a shelf. Harry grabbed it and stared at it for a moment.
"Harry!" A black mist appeared and it solidified into a Death Eater.
"Where's Sirius?"
"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." He waved a hand and his mask vanished revealing Lucius Malfoy.
"If you do anything to us, I'll break it." A laugh was heard and Bellatrix stepped out of the dark.
"He knows how to play! Itty, bitty baby. Potter." Neville tensed.
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?" His jaw clenched.
"Better, now they're about to be avenged." Neville and Bellatrix both pulled out their wands.
"Now, let's everybody just calm down... shall we? All we want is that prophecy."
"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?" Bellatrix face filled with rage.
"You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood!"
"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... what was 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." Lucius held out his hand.
"I've waited 14 years."
"I know."
"I guess I can wait a little longer. Now!"
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