Risk ✓ || D.M

•L - You Don't Have A Wife•

Y/N FELT a little uncomfortable looking at the four people unconscious before them. They somehow managed to put these people to sleep to turn into them. 

It was a mad idea, but to use the Polyjuice potion was the only way to sneak into the Ministry Of Magic.

"Right, remember what we said," started Hermione as she put the hairs in the Polyjuice potion. Y/N thought it was disgusting, and thought that turning into an Animagi was so much better. But for her to turn into one took a lot of time, which they don't have, "Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary."

The Mischievous Gryffindor gave her an innocent smile, "Anytime and everytime is a necessary time to speak," she winked.

Hermione only rolled her eyes, shrugging off Y/N's words, "Just try  and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing," the bushy haired girl said, passing Y/N her own cup, "If we do that, then with a bit of luck, we'll get inside."

"And then?" asked Y/N, serious now.

This time, it was Harry who answered, "It gets really tricky," he said.

"Correct," Hermione agreed.

The four of them look at the still sleeping figures on the floor, "This is completely mental," said the boy who lived.

"Completely," agreed Y/N in a small mumble

Ron then followed, "The world's mental."

Y/N took a deep breath. She glanced at the others before glancing at the figures in front of them, "Come on," she said with a cheeky smile, "We've got a Horcrux  to find."

• • •

The way to the Ministry was weird. Y/N had to hold a gag when she flushed herself in the toilet as an old woman called Gretel Waters. She was known to be Mafalda Hopkirk's closest friend, making it easier for the four of them to catch the two girls since they walked to work together.

Hermione was Mafalda, so it gave Y/N a bit of comfort, though it didn't change the fact that they looked like old women with wrinkled skin, "Miss Gretel needs a milk bath," said Y/N as they finally managed to walk in the main part of the Ministry.

The girl remembered back in their fifth year. This was where Voldemort showed himself. Harry on the ground, and Dumbledore beside him.

Dumbledore..

Hermione- or should I say Mafalda- froze in front of their structure in the center. Y/N looked at it, and her heart immediately clenched. She thought about her mother. What if Felicia was in their shoes? Y/N couldn't bare to think about it.

She placed a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder, making the bushy haired girl slightly jump. Y/N gave a small smile, which Mione returned kindly.

Harry- who was now Albert Runcorn, as they know- walked to Hermione's side, his eyes glued on the people made of cement holding up the heavy structure,  "Are those.." he couldn't even continue.

"Muggles," Y/N said sadly.

"In.. their rightful place," Hermione followed. She was clearly uncomfortable, they all were.

Ron- or should I say Reginald Cattermole- stopped beside Harry, "Gotta tell you," he started, "I'm starting to freak out a bit."

"Aren't  we all," Y/N said, and just as she did, a shiver ran down her spine- it wasn't very pleasant.

They looked around them, there were so many witches and wizards, most are probably secretly working for the Dark Lord. Harry slowly turned to Hermione, "How long did you say this batch of Polyjuice would last, Hermione?" he asked in a low voice.

Hermione shook her head, "I didn't."

A moment of silence passed through them, "Oh Godric," cursed Y/N under her breath. Harry let out a sigh, and started walking towards the elevator, the three behind him just following.

They walked into the elevator, but as they were just supposed to press a button,  a man called out to Ron, "Cattermole," he said. He had his blonde hair tied in a braid. It kind of reminded Y/N of Lucius Malfoy, and she struggled to keep in her snort, "It's still raining in my office, for two days now," he said.

Ron looked away from the man's intriguing eyes, and uncomfortably answered, "Have you tried an umbrella?"

But it seemed like the man was not having it, "You do realize I'm going downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?"

And still, Ron looked confused as ever, "Downstairs?" he asked. 

Y/N could feel it. Hermione was asking Merlin to stop him from talking right now before he digs his own grave deeper.

"To interrogate your wife," the man said. Y/N risked a glance at Ron, and he looked like he just pooped his pants- maybe even literally. But it was no time to joke, "Now, if my wife's blood status were in doubt, and the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I think I might just make that a priority," the man said, his eyes staring right into Ron's, "You have one hour."

The man stared at Ron for a moment, then slowly turned to leave.

With that, the gates closed, and before they could even protest, the elevator zoomed backwards, making them tumble a bit, but they luckily held onto the handles, avoiding finding themselves on the floor.

The elevator then, zoomed upwards, and as it did, Ron said in a panic, "Oh my god. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs!"

A moment of silence passed them. Y/N took this as an opportunity to say, "Ron, you don't have a wife," she said, wanting to add yet but decided against it.

Realization seemed to have hit Ron then, "Oh, right," he said.

The elevator suddenly spoke up, "Level two," it said.

"But how do I stop it raining?" asked Ron as the elevator zoomed forward.

Hermione spoke up from behind him, "Try Finite Incantatem."

The elevator doors opened up, "Department of Magical Law Enforcement," it said.

"This is you, Ron," said Hermione, gesturing the redhead to step out of the elevator.

But Ron did not move. Harry still shoved him out of the elevator, making the redhead stumble out. He swallowed his saliva, clearly nervous, "Finite Incantatem," he whispered to himself with a nod, "Okay, and if that doesn't work?"

Before anyone could answer, the elevator doors closed, making Y/N jump in surprise. The elevator once again zoomed backwards, making them lose sight of Ron.

Y/N noticed Hermione's breathing shallow at the thought of leaving Ron all alone in the huge Ministry, and the only thing that Y/N could do was comfort her, "He'll be fine," Y/N said.

Hermione smiled thankfully, and just nodded.

There really was no telling if they could make it out of the Ministry alive and with the locket in hand. 

But there's only way to find out.

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I made Gretel Waters up :)