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57: The Hall of Prophecies

As soon as they left the paralyzed Draco behind, Cassiopeia and her companions caught up with both Hermione and Harry. Ron explained the situation, filling her in on what had transpired. They were trying to get to the Ministry but were unfortunately caught by Umbridge.

According to Harry's vision, Voldemort had Sirius. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place for Cassiopeia. That was what Harry had tried to convey to Snape: Voldemort had Uncle Sirius.

With the urgency of their mission, they decided to use Thestrals to fly to the Ministry. Cassiopeia found the experience to be the most fascinating thing she had ever encountered. Luna, who had suggested using Thestrals, was dreamily enjoying the journey. Cassiopeia couldn't help but appreciate the fearlessness and adventurous spirit of Gryffindors.

"This is really adventurous!" Cassiopeia thought, caught up in the excitement.

The elevator arrived at the "Department of Mysteries," snapping her out of her thoughts. The place was vast, with dark tiles lining the walls and floors. It was eerily empty, and their heavy breaths seemed to echo through the silence.

"This is it," Harry announced, leading the way with the rest of them following closely. Cassiopeia walked at the end of the group, behind Luna and Neville.

As they hurried through a dark, tiled corridor, they entered the Hall of Prophecies. It was shrouded in darkness, prompting them to light their wands to see where they were going. Cassiopeia gazed around, taking in the countless spherical spun-glass orbs.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to a name she never expected to see. Frowning, she read the name on one of the prophecies, keeping her wand-light closer.

Cassiopeia Lestrange.

She slowly took the prophecy into her hand, wondering about its significance. A mist swirled inside the globe, and a voice emanated from it, describing her in a way she had never imagined.

"Born to another family after fifty years from the death, the one whose family was extinguished by the Dark Lord in the next life, and the pure heart of healing of hers caused the remorse, where the Dark Lord's evil will be subdued."

The globe slipped from her hand, shattering into pieces. Everyone turned to her, startled by the unexpected turn of events.

Cassiopeia realized the profound implications of this revelation. It meant that she had the potential to make Voldemort repent and undo his evil. Her mind raced with the possibilities of bringing Tom Riddle back from the clutches of Voldemort.

"Harry," Hermione called, breaking the silence as their eyes fell on a man with a silver mask, dressed entirely in black, approaching them. Harry quickly took the lead, positioning himself in front of the group.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked the man, a note of urgency in his voice as they gathered in the center of the chamber.

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams..." the man began, walking closer.

"...and reality," Lucius finished, removing his mask. "You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see."

Lucius, initially calm, took charge once he arrived at the scene. Cassiopeia couldn't help but notice the surprise in his eyes upon seeing her. However, he swiftly turned his attention to Harry, making a veiled warning gesture in her direction, leaving her puzzled about its meaning.

"Now, hand me the prophecy," Lucius demanded, extending his hand.

Harry, ever defiant, issued a stern warning, "If you do anything to us, I'll break it."