WITHDRAWAL. draco malfoy

xxii. fighting for the prophecy

« FIGHTING FOR THE PROPHECY »

The seven teenagers all walked out of the elevator leading to an unusual corridor that seemed to have been carved into black marble that reflected itself onto each wall, sending some blue rays that made the place mysterious, yet beautiful.

"Department of Mysteries," the voice in the elevator announced, chills running down Lillian's spine.

"This is it," Harry said, his eyes glued to the only door on the other side of the corridor.

Once inside, everyone but Harry looked impressed by the large room, only containing thousands of high shelves and many more crystal balls. Under normal circumstances, and if Lillian had had the chance to come here before, she would have been squealing in happiness. Divination was one of her favorite subject and here she was in a room that could satisfy one of her biggest wish.

However, today was not a normal day, and they were here for something else. So she followed her friends closely, passing by each shelf, hoping to find Sirius alive.

"Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five," Harry counted as he ran, suddenly stopping, the light of his wand directed to the floor.

"He should be here."

"Harry," Neville spoke up, "It's got your name on it."

As Harry grabbed the prophecy, Lillian put her hand around Ron's arm, fear setting itself into her faster than ever before, "It was a trap."

"How can you be so sure?" Ron whispered, pulling her closer.

"Because Sirius isn't here. What if You-Know-Who invented this memory to drag him here?" Lillian whispered back, "Look, there's a prophecy named after him, what if that's what he wa—"

Hermione interrupted Lillian unwittingly, "Harry!" As she turned around towards a person wearing a mask.

Automatically, the teenager let go of Ron's arm and pointed her wand in front of her as Harry stepped forward, "Where's Sirius?"

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams," the Death Eater said as he pulled out his wand to reveal his face, "And reality."

It was no other than Lucius Malfoy.

"You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy."

"If you do anything to us, I'll break it."

An evil, extremely high-pitched laugh, startled the teenagers as a dark clothed woman appeared from the shadows.

"He knows how to play. Itty, bitty baby Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange!" Neville let out.

"Neville Longbottom, is it?" Bellatrix answered, a devilish smirk on her lips. "How's mum and dad?"

"Better, now that they're about to be avenged!" Neville said, pulling his wand out.

Bellatrix reacted immediately, her own wand pulled out in defense.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down, shall we?" Lucius asked slowly as Lillian tugged on Neville's shirt to make him step back. "All we want is that prophecy."

"Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?"

"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix whispered, "You filthy half-blood!" she added, this time shouting in pure anger.

"It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?" Lucius guessed, "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really."