𓅈ch. 40

                                    

                                          
➳➳ department of mysteries➳➳
                          
The elevator doors opened, revealing a long, dark hallway with a door at the very end. 
                          
"Department of Mysteries," Hermione stated. 
                          
Harry walked forward, the group following his actions. "This is it."
                          
They walked the hallway and Harry turned back to the group before opening the door and walking in. Seeing that the room was dark, the group whispered, "Lumos." A light resonated from the end of their wands, lighting up their path. 
                          
The room was filled with shelves, all having crystal balls on them. It seemed as if the shelves went on for miles. Y/n felt hopeless, not knowing what they were looking for. 
                          
Harry looked over the shelves and started to walk ahead. Not knowing what to do, the group just stayed behind. They can hear him whispering numbers to himself, counting off the numbers that the shelves showed. He stopped and pointed his wand at the floor, turning around when he didn't see anything. 
                          
"He should be here," Harry said. 
                          
"Harry. It's got your name on it." 
                          
Y/n turned around to see Neville looking at one of the shelves, pointing at a small crystal ball. Harry walked up and reached out to grab the crystal ball. He inspected it, looking at it like it would end him.
                          
"Harry!" Hermione yelled out. 
                          
Y/n turned around to see a dark figure come out from the shadows, approaching the small group. Harry stood in front of the group, holding out his wand.
                          
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked. 
                          
"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality." The dark figure pulled out his wand to take off his mask, revealing the one and only, Lucius Malfoy. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy."
                          
"If you do anything to us, I'll break it," Harry warned. 
                          
A loud giggle broke through the silence after Harry's warning. Another figure came from the shadows, behind Lucius.
                          
"He knows how to play. Itty, bitty baby. Potter."
                          
Y/n felt a lump in her throat as she recognized the figure as Bellatrix Lestrange. 
                          
"Bellatrix Lestrange." Neville pointed out.
                          
"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?" Bellatrix teased. 
                          
"Better, now they're about to be avenged." Neville stepped forward, but Y/n and Harry held their arm out, making him not move any further. 
                          
Bellatrix gasped as the light from Neville's wand went towards Y/n's face, showing her features to Bellatrix. "Lucius, is that Miss Y/n? The one you've been telling me about? Well, I see your method didn't work."
                          
Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up, seeing Bellatrix in the eyes, for the very first time. "There is nothing Umbridge can do to make me turn into something as deranged as you."
                          
Bellatrix chuckled. "You have fire, dear. Maybe I misread you."
                          
"Yeah but you never got the chance to fix your mistake, did you?" Y/n spat. 
                          
"You are alive, aren't you? I see that as a second chance to come home." Bellatrix came closer, but Lucius held her back.
                          
It was Y/n's turn to chuckle. "I'd rather be dead than be with you."
                          
"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we? All we want is that prophecy." Lucius spoke out, holding his hand out for Harry to give him the prophecy.