"The men up on the news, they try to tell us all that we will lose"
-song: Buzzcut Season by Lorde
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OPHELIA'S SCUFFED UP CONVERSE were hitting the hard marble ground of the ministry as she, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ginny all ran along the long hallway.
They had successfully gotten to Ministry of Magic by flying on a creature Ophelia was very familiar with, thestrals.
The seven reached the elevator at the end of the room.
"Where exactly do we need to go?" Neville questioned as the elevator began to drop.
"Department of Ministry." Harry responded as they reached their destination. They all slowly stepped out if the elevator.
There was a large door at the end of the hallway.
"This is it." Harry stated as he looked at the door.
Woodlock exchanged glances with Granger before the group followed Potter down the long hallway.
Harry turned the gold door knob and pushed it open, leading them to a large dark room filled with glass and circular like objects resting on high shelves.
"Lumos" Ophelia muttered under breath, while following the others.
Potter began walking along each row, in a rather panicked way.
"Harry," Neville said as he looked up at one of glass orbs on the shelves "This has your name on it."
Harry walked towards the object that was sitting on the high shelf. He reached up and grabbed it.
He stared at it, with confused eyes.
Ophelia and Ron looked at each other with a worried face. Harry could obviously hear or see something in the object that the others could not.
"Harry." Hermione called out, causing him to look in her direction. Potter followed her eye line to see a cloaked figure. The group immediately turned their bodies towards it and held up their wands.
"Where's Sirius." Harry demanded at the unknown person walking towards them.
"You know you should really be able to tell the difference between dreams," the man pulled out his wand and waved it in front of his mask, revealing his face. "And reality."
Ophelia's breath hitched as Lucius Malfoy stood before them. Also known as Draco's Father. "You saw only what the dark lord wanted you to see." The older Malfoy told to Harry "Now hand me the prophecy." He said referencing the object in Potters hand.
"You do anything to us, I'll break it." Harry stated.
Woodlock flinched at the sound of a loud crackle of a laugh, coming from behind Lucius.
"He knows how to play!" Ophelia gulped as Bellatrix Lestrange appeared from behind the older Malfoy. "Itty, bitty, baby, Potter." Lestrange spat.
Ophelia had totally forgotten that Bellatrix was Draco's aunt. It made her cringe.
"Bellatrix Lesrtange." Neville said.
"Neville Longbottom is it?" She questioned with a smirk. Ophelia watched as her eyes moved to her own. Bellatrix made a sort of gasping sound "And is this a little Woodlock I see?" Ophelia clenched her jaw. "Oh Avery will be so happy to see you."
5 years ago, a death eater named Gaspar Avery, tortured and killed Ophelia's mother, Juliet Woodlock, all because she was a muggle born.
Ophelia still to this day didn't understand why it had happened, Voldemort wasn't even around then, there was no need for Avery to kill her mother in front of her. That thought made her furious.
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