The Protector

The Department of Mysteries

I walked into the room with about as much courage as a dog during a thunderstorm. I stepped in first. Everything in my dream was exactly how it was in the room.

"Lumos," we all cast the spell. It was rather dark in there. And I hated that. You couldn't see if someone was around the corner until you rounded the corner.

The wall that we just came in through they moved to reveal a whole other side of the room. You've got to be kidding me.

"So what are we here for?" I asked.

"To find and save Padfoot," Harry nodded. He began to walk quickly down the aisles. I followed him and as did everyone else.

"97," I heard Harry whisper to himself as he stopped in an aisle. He looked around him, everywhere."

"What?" I asked.

"He...he was here. He was supposed to be here," Harry started to panic.

"Harry," I sighed.

"Uh, hey Harry," Neville called out to us. "This ball has your name on it."

Harry and I both quickly walked over to it. I stopped next to him. Harry seemed to be intensely staring at the glass ball. I almost thought he was in a trance. He held the ball in his hands. It began to almost speak to Harry. Then it hit me.

"The one thing Voldemort has been looking for," I turned to the ball, "is the prophecy. Harry, we need to leave."

Harry wasn't listening to me.

"Harry! Drop the ball and let's go!" I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away.

"Uh, Bridget! Harry!" Hermione got both of our attention. We got in front of our group. A Death Eater was walking towards us.

"Wands at the ready," I instructed.

"Where did you put Sirius?" Harry interrogated the evil person walking towards us.

"You really need to learn the difference between fantasy and reality," he unmasked himself. We locked eyes instantly. It was none other than Lucius Malfoy. I held my breath for what was to come next. Last time I had seen him I was tortured by him.

He continued, "You only saw that because the Dark Lord wanted you to see it."

"Told you," I whispered.

"Hand over the prophecy."

"Drop it," I turned to Harry.

"If you try anything," Harry kept his eyes on Lucius, "and I'll break it."

A maniacal laugh came from behind Lucius. I could feel my blood boil and chills go down my spine as she appeared in the light. The woman who's fault it was that my life's been a living hell. "Awe, bitty baby Potter and is that you Meadows?" She laughed. "Look how much you've grown up."

"Hold it, Bridge," I heard Hermione behind me.

"You're...Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville spoke up. I walked over and got in front of him. My wand was at the ready.

"And Neville Longbottom," she giggled, "how's yo it mum and dad doing?"

"Better," he took a deep breath, "now that you're going to get what you deserve!"

I held Neville back, "I know. I know how much you wanna hurt her. But right now is not a good time."

Neville nodded and lowered his wand. So did Bella.

"Why don't we all calm down," Lucius tried to coax.

"Oh shut up old man," I scoffed. "You think I didn't know that was you in the graveyard? You think I wouldn't tell your son?"

"I thought you said not now, Bridget?" Harry looked to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Listen," Malfoy took a few steps forward. "All we need is that prophecy in your hand."

"Don't, Harry," I turned to him.

"Why did Voldemort want me to get this?" Harry kept his focus on Malfoy.

"You dare speak the dark lords name?" Bellatrix was shocked. "You halfblood!"

"Listen up Bellatrix," I stepped forward. "You don't scare me. And neither does Voldemort. You should've heard the way I spoke to him in the graveyard."

"You filthy blood traitor!" Bellatrix was held back by Lucius. I smirked, She isn't going to do shit. "Prophecies can only be touched or grasped by those who it is made for."

"If you can't hold it, how are you thinking of getting it to him?" I asked.

"Bridge."

"We have our ways."

"Bridge."

"What?!" I turned to see why Hermione has been stabbing my ribcage. We were surrounded by Death Eaters. This wasn't how I expected my night to end.

"Aren't you lucky?" Malfoy was getting closer. I kept my gaze on him. "Haven't you always wondered why you have a connection with the Dark Lord? Why he can get into your mind? How he couldn't kill you when you were a baby?"

"His mother did that with the power of her love," I mentioned.

"I'm sure he wants to know the true secret of his scar," Malfoy stared at it for a second. "You have all the answers right get in your hands. All you need to do, is hand it over. And I will show you anything and everything."

"Don't do it Harry," I turned to him. The Death Eaters we're getting closer and closer. We'd have to fight our way through this one.

"I've waited...a good fourteen years," Harry nodded. "But I think I can wait just a little longer."

"Now!" I shouted. "Stupefy!" Some got hit, others blocked it. Either way, they all fled into different directions. We ran in the same direction together. I held up the back while Harry lead the front.

Around every corner, there was a Death Eater. I ended up getting split up from the rest. I was down a row, trying to stay as vigilant as I could. Something caught my eye. A ball was calling out to me. I figured it must've been mine. I had never heard my prophecy before. I don't count Trelawney's because it wasn't a full prophecy of my future.

A cloud of black cane in front of me. It blocked my view and path to the ball. In a seconds notice, I fired, "Confringo!"

The Death Eater was practically blown away and some of the balls had been shattered.

I heard another thing behind me. I turned. Another one. "Incarcerous!" He was tied up and trying to fly away. I decided, To hell with my prophecy; I need to find my friends.

I ran down the row and across a couple of aisles. I ran into Hermione, Harry, and Ron running from two of them. I let them run past me and the Death Eaters stopped to duel me. I aimed, "Expulso!"

They went backwards and I turned to run with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They were looking at me; mouth agape and everything. You could heard the balls breaking as they hit the floor.

We ran into the rest of the group. One appeared down an aisle. Ginny raised her wand, "Reducto!" It blasted. Everything, though, came toppling down.

"Guys! We gotta go!" I began to run for the exits. I could hear them following me, so I wasn't worried yet. The balls were getting closer as they were falling.

Shield spell. Shield spell. Shield spell. I tried to think to myself. Then it hit me, "Protego!" I shouted, running backwards now. The balls weren't hitting any of us now. And they weren't going to.

We ran up to the door. I opened it and stepped out. But instead of walking on solid ground, I fell.

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Authors note: guys! We did it! We made it to 100 Chapters! I estimate that the book with be about 120-150. Idk somewhere in between. I hope you guys are enjoying the story! Much love!
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