Chapter 84: The Power of the Mark

                                    

                                          
*CW: Extreme Violence*
August 28th, 1997
We did exactly what we said.
We were breaking into the Ministry.
Well... everyone except me.
Every day, one of the three would transfigure a different part of their appearance, and then scope out the area around the Ministry to find a safe way in. The first person that went was Ron, then it was Hermione, and then Harry went. On the fourth day, when it was my turn, Ron went again, and Harry forced me to stay.
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"Why can't I go?" I asked rudely.
Harry took a deep breath as he placed his hands on his hips, "As much as I despise him at the moment, I'm keeping his promise."
"What promise? Who's he? What are you talking about?" I questioned as I threw my bag down on a nearby table.
"Lupin," Harry said calmly, cocking his head, "He wants to keep you safe, so that's what I'm doing."
"He wanted to keep ALL of us safe, Harry," I protested, causing Harry to scoff as he shook his head, "You're in just as much danger going out there as I am!"
Harry hastily shook his head as he turned on his heel and walked away, "I've made up my mind, you're not leaving this house."
I huffed loudly as I grabbed my bag, and stormed over to the stairs, "Fuck that... he can't keep me inside..."
"KREACHER, MAKE SURE DAWN DOESN'T LEAVE THE HOUSE!" Harry called from the other room.
I rolled my eyes, continuing down the stairs, but not before one of the statues of the old Grimmauld Place owners was enchanted and blocked the door. I stared blankly at the statue for a moment; the statue looked over me, like I wasn't even there.
"What the hell..." I seethed quietly, placing my bag off to the side.
With all my sudden strength, I pushed on the statue, hoping to knock it down, but it didn't budge. Then I tried to squeeze past it, but it moved to that side of the hallway, preventing me from getting by. I pushed on it one last time before it shoved me back, and I fell to the ground.
"KREACHER, YOU BITCH!" I exclaimed, "LET ME PAST!"
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen, Miss Lestrange." Kreacher said calmly, appearing next to me with a CRACK.
"Why not?" I proclaimed, "You're supposed to listen to me too!"
"Mister Potter treats Kreacher with kindness for his help," Kreacher snarked, "Miss Lestrange bosses Kreacher around just like his old Master, Sirius Black, and Kreacher has decided that he deserves better."
With that, Kreacher disapparated from the main hall, and a frustrated scream escaped me. I slowly turned to face the statue as I recollected myself, standing in front of it.
"Fuck off..." I spat, kicking the statue.
Suddenly, the statue's leg extended, kicking me back, as I fell to the floor, screaming in anguish.
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So, for the past twenty-six days I've been cooped up in the house while the rest of my friends leave the house and walk around London for hours. I wasn't even sure what they were doing. I mean, twenty-six days have gone by, and none of them have found a safe way into the Ministry of Magic? It shouldn't have been this hard, we've broken in before!