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Harry Potter is reckless and untamed. Everyone who's ever had contact with Harry knows this. So, it comes as no surprise that Harry dives head first into danger. Especially when the situation involves his God father. He's honestly so terrified of losing Sirius. Harry has cultivated a strong bond with the disheveled man. Especially after his fourth year, where it seemed like everyone was against him. But not Sirius Black. Harry could do no wrong in the man's eyes. The chosen one would do anything for the man. He would lay his life for Sirius any day. He knows Sirius would do the same.
Which leads him to this moment, putting his life in danger once again for the people he loves. Harry knows that Voldemort has Sirius hostage, taunting the chosen one with flashes of Voldemort's cruel mistreatment. His poor godfather begging Harry to save him. Sirius is the only thing on his mind as he breaks into the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort's words from before echo in Harry's ears, "Harry, bring me the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries or there will be nothing left of Poor Sirius Black."
His footsteps are heavy but silent, meanwhile his friends sound like a herd of hippogriffs. Harry begged them to stay at Hogwarts, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. Secretly, Harry was thankful for the back up. Getting into the Ministry of Magic was surprisingly easy, but now the true challenge begins. Finding the Department of Mysteries. They sprint through different hallways and opening doors. Harry feels that it taking to long and is about to suggest they split up. But then he feels it, a pull. It like something was tugging Harry in the right direction, begging him to discover it.
He blocks his friends voices out and feels. Letting his feet guide him, with his friends following close behind. He ends up in a room filled with orbs. Names and dates are engraved under each orbs, Harry lightly drags his finger across the plates. The magic is heavy and all consuming but the tug is taking him deeper in the room. "Be Careful Harry. Try not to touch anything." Hermione says softly, lightly moving his hand away from the name plates. Harry nods and continues walking. He hears a buzzing in his ear, as he steps to one specific orb. The orb is darker and more cloudy then the other orbs in the room. A layer of dust is covering the area.
Harry reaches out and wipes the layer of dust off the brittle name plate. In beautiful cursive writing is his name and the date nineteen eighty. In Harry's soul, he knew this was the prophecy. His hands start to shake as he delicately picks up the orb. The tugging inside him is silence, finally appeased inside him.
"Is that it?" Ron ask with interest, leaning in closer to get a better look. Harry nods, not trusting himself to speak. Ron's eyes get a little cloudy, as he reaches to grab the orb from Harry's hand. Hermione swiftly slaps Ron's hand and says with a annoyed tone, "Don't touch."
Ron rubs his stinging hand and mumbles "Bloodily hell Hermione." Hermione huffs with exasperation, while Luna and Neville chuckles softly. Harry smiles softly at his friends antics.
The light atmosphere between friends vanishes with the sound of a slow clap. Every heads turns and are greeted with the infamous Lucius Malfoy. The tall blond man is walking slow, having a mock air of sophistication. The magic around him is dark, but Harry has felt darker. Neville and Ron step in front of Harry, blocking Lucius hungry eyes.
"Now Now Children, don't let me stop your fun. But I will be taking that prophecy now."
Lucius voice is teasing but stern, leaving no room for argument. But Lucius didn't account for the rebellious spirit of teenagers.
"The orb doesn't belong to you!" "The Prophecy belongs to Harry!" "Sod off Malfoy! We aren't giving you shit!"
His friends voices fills the room, their magic swirling with defiance.
Lucius sighs," You think you have a choice."
The air and magic shifts around them. Black mist fills the room and death eaters appear one by one. They are surrounding the poor teens, Harry and he's friends ready themselves. Wands are pointed all around.
"Now don't make this difficult Harry." Lucius says coldly, wanting to hurry up and give the orb to his master.
Harry lightly brushes off Ron and Neville, putting his group of friends behind him. Lucius and Harry are now face to face. Avada Kedavra green eyes glare down harden grey ones.
"I'll give it to you, but I want to see Sirius Black first." Harry's voice is cold and hollow. His friends behind him protest, but Harry just raises a hand to them and they go silent. Harry keeps the left hand by his side, while his right holds the orb tightly. Lucius eyes are greedy looking at the orb, not noticing the movement in his left hand. Harry quick spells out "Be Ready" in sign language letter by letter.
Harry is so glad that Hermione had the idea to learn sign language as a side project, the bossy witch drilled the basics into Ron and Harry head.
"Well?" Harry asked with a annoyed tone, making the older man huff and look away from the orb. Lucius rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers with dramatic flare.
Black mist manifests next to Lucius, taking the form of two bodies. The form on his knees is immediately recognizable. It's Sirius Black. He's a little worse for wear, he's got a long cut across his forehead that oozing with blood. He's bound with thick ropes and breathing heavy through his gag. The other form is a woman is wild black hair and she has a crazy look in her eyes. Her left hand is around Sirius's neck and her right hand is pressing a wand into her victim cheek. Harry recognize her from the papers, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sirius brings his gaze up and Harry knows this is his godfather. The worry in Sirius eyes proved it.
"One Sirius Black as requested!" the woman says in a sing song tone. Lucius nods to her and turns to Harry.
"See, we have fulfilled our part of the deal. Your turn, Potter."
Harry frowns and quickly replies," Fine, Give Sirius to me first."
Lucius lets out a annoyed sigh and looks to the woman. Bellatrix chuckles and toss Sirius to the closest teen. Neville grabs Sirius's shoulder and helps him up. With quick spell work from Neville of all people, Sirius is unbound and taking gag free breaths. The only sound in the room being Sirius, mumbling in-between breaths "Don...Don't... do it ..Har...Harry."
Lucius put one hand out, waiting for the chosen one submission. But Harry is already five steps ahead, he quickly pockets the orb and grabs his wand.
"NOW!" Harry says as clear as day.
The teens immediately start to cast spells with lightning speed, throwing expelliarmus and stupefy all around. The mad woman laughs and goes to throw a hex, but hemione sends a sharp stupefy her way. The woman flies to the side with a loud crash. Lucius growls and goes to throw a cruciatus curse, but he doesn't get the chance. With just the joy of seeing Sirius alive, Harry shouts with glee " Expecto Patronum!"
A beautiful stag comes out of Harry's wand and charges Lucius. The blond man screams and gets slammed with Harry's magic.
Wasting no time, Harry grabs Sirius's hand and shouts "RUN!" The group moves with a swiftness that left Sirius in awe. Spells are still being throwing all around and orbs are falling and breaking. They go through the room and hallways, not stopping for anything.
They end up in the main room of the department of mysteries, in the middle of the room is a black veil. The sounds of appariting into room fills the air.
"DID YOU REALLY THINK WE LET YOU LEAVE YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!" Bellatrix screams with manic glee. She cruelly snarls "Crucio.", aiming for Harry. Harry tries to dodge, but he's a second to slow. The spell hits, making the boy scream in agony. The pain is truly unbearable, Harry screams echo the room as he falls to the floor. The sound is music to her ears.
Everything happens at once, while Harry's on the ground. Sirius has shifted to his animagus form, placing himself over Harry's shaking body. More witches and wizards apparate into the room from both sides. Order of the Phoenix members quickly run to the teens, blocking spells thrown their way. Lupin runs to Harry, getting the scrawny teen up on his feet. Lupin quickly hugs the dazed boy and mumbles "You scared me to death, but thank you Harry," Sirius yips in agreement, rubbing against Lupin's leg.
Harry smiles and ready to brush Lupin's praises aside when he feels him. He's here, Harry could feel his magic from anywhere. It's so dark and consuming, making a few of the weaker witches and wizards knees buckle.
"Now don't be rude Harry, haven't I been a gracious lord. Letting the mutt still breath." Voldemort voice fills the room. Everything stops, basking in the dark magic. Voldemort appears like a vampire in the night, pale and ghastly. Looking the same as he did the night of Cedric's death. Harry feels his heart sink and he can't breath.
"You stay back! We won't let you hurt Harry!" Lupin shouts while Sirius growls, placing their whole bodies in-front of Harry. Refusing to give the Dark Lord the opportunity.
Voldemort chuckles, "What's this, you think your worth my time?"
Th Dark Lord throws nonverbal spells their way, making both of the man and beast toss aside. Harry blinks and Voldemort is in his space, His sharps nails are taping his cheek and digging into the hand holding his wand. Harry's face burns and he silently screams.
"Now you, Harry Potter, are worthy of my time. You have something of mine."
Harry tries to yank his face out of Voldemort's grasp, but it's no good. The Dark Lord's grip feels like cement, completely unmoving. Crimson eyes look into Harry's frighten ones, a cruel smile covers Voldemort face. The monster lets go of Harry's face, letting the poor boy breath. Voldemort's hand goes to Harry's pocket, ready to greedy snap up the orb. Before Voldemort gets there, Harry throws a punch with all his strength. Voldemort lets out a hiss, letting his grip on Harry's hand loosen just enough for Harry to free himself. Harry waste no time, he runs to Lupin's disheveled form and Sirius. He checks for a pulse, he breaths a sigh of relief when he feels one. Sirius growls in agreement.
"Oh Harry, you resorted to muggle techniques. If only your pure-blood father could see you now."
Harry growls, quickly replying back. "Keep my parents out of this."
Voldemort laughs," That Prophecy is the exact reason why I killed your parents that night."
Harry feels a rage build inside him, he quickly pulls out the orb and looks around the room. The fighting has stop, all eyes are on Harry alone. The unconscious bodies scatter the floor, leaving a eerie silence from the awake. The anger in Harry is almost boiling over, but something else takes over. A deep part of his mind, begging him to use his Survival Instincts. Something sneaky and planning taking over his mind.
"You want this Prophecy so bad, why don't we hear it now. Get it out of the way, so we can go back to killing each other." Harry says harshly, shocking the whole room.
Voldemort smiles with sharp teeth, "My My Harryyyyyy, who knew you had such darkness in you."
Harry ignores everything, and lets his eyes look into the orbs. He begs the orb to tell him his destiny. The orb begins to glow and a woman's voice fills a room,
" 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. And either must die at the hands 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".
The glow in the orb dims, as the room absorbs the words. Harry takes the orb and throws it to the ground. Breaking the orb into a bunch of pieces. Everyone gasps in shock, but Harry pays it no mind. His eyes are looking into Voldemort.
"Are you happy now? You got to hear your prophecy. Now, I would leave before the Ministry finally gets here." Harry says with a clear voice, begging Voldemort to take the bait and leave.
Voldemort laughs," You sneaky little Gryffindor. You intrigue me so." Harry can see it in Voldemort's eyes, he won't leave. He wants to drag this out and get into Harry's skin. Dark possessive magic leaking out of Voldemort in waves. Harry prepares to say the first spell to comes to mind when a light voice fills the room. Relief fills Harry's heart, Dumbledore is here.
"That's enough Tom." Dumbledore says, commanding the room with ease. Voldemort looks away from Harry for the first time and glares his hatred at Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore." Voldemort growls, immediately throwing spells at the older wizard. The fighting commence, spells being thrown left and right. Moody voice can be heard over the fighting, "Order of the Phoenix, get the children out of here now!"
The Order of the Phoenix waste no time, grabbing Harry's friends and apparate them away. Moody and Kingsley run to Harry's side, Kingsley quickly apparate Sirius and Lupin away. Moody grabs Harry and apparate him to Hogwarts. Harry was safe for another day.
Voldemort scream, enraged that his prey has gotten way again. He sends even more vicious spells at Dumbledore. Dumbledore stumbles, Voldemort goes for the kill but sound of the Ministry fill the room. Help had finally arrived. Voldemort growls and spits vicious word, "You can't stop me Dumbledore. I will have my revenge."
Voldemort lets his magic consume him and he apparate away. Vowing to not let Harry Potter escape him again.