Black shapes are moving out of thin air around us, blocking our way left and right; eyes glint through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips are pointing directly at our hearts; Ginny and Misty give gasps of horror.
"To me, Potter," repeats the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he holds out his hand, palm up. "You can keep the other."
My insides plummet sickening. We are trapped, and outnumbered nearly two to one.
"To me," says Malfoy yet again.
"Where's Uncle Sirius?" Danny says.
Several of the Death Eaters laugh; a harsh female voice comes from the midst of the shadowy figures to my left says triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"
"Always," echoes Malfoy softly. "Now, me the prophecy, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry says.
"I want to know where Sirius is!" mimics the woman to my left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters have closed in so that they are mere feet away from me and the others, the light from the wands dazzling my eyes.
"You've got him," says Danny, as I ignore the rising panic in my chest, the dread I have been fighting since we first entered the ninety-seventh row. "He's here. We know he is."
"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," says the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. I feel Ron stir beside me.
"Don't do anything," Harry mutters. "Not yet - "
The woman who mimicked him let's out a raucous scream of laughter.
"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter and Rivera as I do, Bellatrix," says Malfoy softly. "They have a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about them. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."
"We know Uncle Sirius is here," says Danny, though panic is causing his chest to constrict and I feel as though I can not breathe properly. "We know you've got him!"
More of the Death Eaters laugh, though the woman laughs loudest of all.
"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter and Rivera," says Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."
"Go on, then," says Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he does so, the six wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Misty and Luna and my hands rise on either side of him. The knot in my stomach tightens. If Uncle Sirius really is not here, Harry has led us to our deaths for no reason at all...
But the Death Eaters do not strike.
"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," says Malfoy coolly.
It is Harry and Danny's turn to laugh.
"Yeah, right!" Danny says. "Harry gives you that - prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"
The words are hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieks: "Accio proph - "
Harry is just ready for her: he shouts "Protego!" before she has finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slips to the tips of his fingers he still manages to cling on to it.
"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter," she says, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then - "
"I TOLD YOU, NO!" Lucius Malfoy roars at the woman. "If you smash it - !"
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Dawn Rivera
Fanfiction"One is the lock, one is the key, one is the sacrifice the world shall shall grieve." Dawn has wanted to go to Hogwarts ever since she was a little girl, and nothing her older sister Gertrude says will discourage her. Little does she know that the m...
