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Harry's first stop was Grimmauld Place, where he took time to shower and change into some new clothing: a pair of black distressed jeans, a black shirt, and a black coat.
"Does Master want tea?" asked Kreacher as Harry entered the sitting room.
"No, Kreacher, not now, perhaps later," Harry answered, moving towards the Floo.
Harry stepped into the flames as they turned green and called out, "The Burrow."
"Alright there, Harry?" asked Ron as Harry picked himself up off the Burrow floor.
"Nothing much, but I feel something fishy is going on," said Harry, as he sat down on the loveseat. Hermione is putting down her book.
"Harry?"
"I always dream the same shit, again again, about Sirius and prophecy Hall ", titling his face took a new letter to his hand.
"It's almost obviously a trap", he chuckled. sitting next to Hermione "Well, don't go then", Ron said, the most obvious solution.
Harry munching on a handful of peanuts he found lying around. "The problem is, the trap's set exactly how I'd do it if I were setting one. Whoever laid it knows me too well."
Neville appeared at the top of the stairs, waving. "So... when are you checking it out?"
"What?" Harry blinked.
"You are checking it out, right?" Hermione added, raising an eyebrow.
Harry grinned despite himself. His friends knew him far too well. "Yeah... probably after these peanuts."
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The grand, echoing halls of the Ministry of Magic stood eerily silent, the only sounds being the faint hum of enchanted lights and the soft echo of hurried footsteps. Shadows flickered under the dim glow as Harry led the group deeper toward the Hall of Prophecies. His expression was grim and determined, wand clutched tightly in his hand.
"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Ron asked nervously, glancing around at the towering shelves filled with glowing orbs.
"Positive," Harry replied tersely. "Stay close. We're not alone."
Hermione's eyes darted around, her brow furrowed in concentration. "This place is a maze," she muttered. "We need to be quick."
Neville stumbled slightly, knocking into a shelf. The orbs rattled ominously, but none fell.
"Sorry," Neville whispered, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"It's okay," Luna said dreamily, her voice calm despite the tension. "The prophecy orbs don't mind a little jostling."
Ron gave her a bewildered look. "Right. Sure they don't."
Harry's focus remained razor-sharp as they approached the row marked "97." There, nestled among countless other orbs, was the one they had come for—his prophecy.
Before Harry could reach for it, a drawling voice echoed through the hall.
"Give me that, Potter," Lucius Malfoy demanded, stepping out from the shadows, his wand gleaming in the dim light.
Death Eaters emerged from all sides, their faces twisted with cruel anticipation. Bellatrix Lestrange sauntered forward, her wild hair framing eyes that gleamed with madness.
"do I look like a Malfoy" Harry replied with a cold smile, his grip tightening on his wand.
"Of course, if you don't let go, Sirius, Lucius, I might just shove this marble glass right up your a—"
"Harry!" Hermione hissed.
"mion, come on " *sneered* "like father like son. I guess" Harry grinned and Ron also chuckled.
"well, can't change the taste" Lucius' face paled.'what does that mean'
Bellatrix cackled, biting down on her wand like it was a chew toy. "Tsk, tsk. Such language from the Chosen One?"
Sirius stepped forward, wand raised, his face a mask of fury. "Back off, Bella."
"Sirius???"
"why are you here "
"save you"
"me too"
"it's a trap"Everyone looks at the Harry Oska-worthy dramatic act. everything according to Harry's script.
"Nice to see you too, cousin, little Harry" Bellatrix sang, her laughter sharp and jagged. "Family reunions are such fun!"
Hermione tries to disarm her wand and trap between Lucius and Bella.
Harry's eyes remained cold. "Oh, Bellatrix," he said icily.
"Tsk, tsk. You're thinking a lot about your little Mudblood friend," came a mocking voice. A woman who looked like she belonged in a psychiatric ward strode into view, biting her wand.
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"Bella," Sirius muttered grimly.
"Nice to see you too, cousin," Bellatrix cackled, her laughter jagged as if she had swallowed mango fibres.
Harry raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Oh, Bella," he said coolly. "Mudbloods, fifteen-year-old girls, this is who you threaten now? I'm not disappointed; I'm just sad."
Lucius flushed crimson, blinking rapidly in anger, while Bellatrix regarded Harry with odd curiosity.
"My, my! Here's our light saviour, Harrykins!" she exclaimed, clapping gleefully.
'Has that woman lost all her senses in Azkaban?' Harry thought, his concern evident on his face.
"This is so boring. Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix suddenly screamed, aiming her wand at Hermione and Lucius. Everyone moved to shield Harry.
"Accio Mion!" Harry cast nonverbally, pulling Lucius and Hermione toward him. They thudded against him.
"Now," he muttered as the world around them blurred like smeared toothpaste, the light fading into darkness.