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They ran into the Mininstry of
Magic, all ready to do some serious fighting in order to win back Fred and
George. Harry was going frantic with worry � the Thestral
ride had seemed too long, even though, in reality, it was fairly short. His
mark was still warm, although not as fiery as it had been before.

What did it mean? Were Fred and George still in trouble? Had they escaped?

Were they even still alive?

They arrived at the lowest floor of the Ministry, leading straight to the
Department of Mysteries. Harry grimaced as he recognised the corridor from his
trial, the cold, unwelcoming atmosphere still apparent. Then again, he doubted
any of the Ministry would feel welcoming to him.

�That�s the door,� Harry exclaimed in relief. They were getting there, slowly.
He wasn�t sure what would happen past that door � were his dreams realistic?

�Harry!�

Harry stopped dead, and so did the others, Hermione actually running into his
back due to the suddenness of his movement.

�Harry?� Hermione asked, wondering what had caused him to stop. �What�s wrong?�
Harry raised a hand to silence her, ears twitching and straining. Someone had
called out his name. A very familiar someone had called out his name.

He spun around as he heard footsteps, and then two welcome figures sped around
a corner, calling out in relief. Harry gaped as they came to a stop. The others
turned, too, hearing the shouting.

There was a collective silence.

�Fred?� Harry finally choked out. �George?� They were� right there. Running
towards him, from the direction of the elevator. Not even from the direction of
the Department of Mysteries. �W-what?�

�Harry, thank Merlin!� George exclaimed, pushing past Ron and Hermione and
enveloping him in a hug. Over George�s shoulder Harry saw Fred elbow Ron out of
the way and then join in the hug, arms tight around Harry�s
waist.

Harry stared dazedly at nothing, trying to process how they were here, unharmed,
not even looking remotely tortured.

Finally, they pulled away, eyes narrowed. And here came the part where they got
past the emotional reunion and realised Harry had been endangering his life.
Again.

�You idiot,� Fred muttered, pulling him against him again and kissing him
warmly on the lips. Well, that was different. He was used to being met with
Hermione�s stern scoldings or Dumbledore�s knowing,
sad looks.

�If you do that again, I swear�,� George trailed off, pulling Harry to him
again. �

�We�ll just have to keep our eyes peeled, Georgie,�
Fred said pleasantly, but quite truthfully. George nodded, and then his gaze
softened.

�I�m just glad we got to you in time,� he murmured, and then Harry was once
again squished in the middle of a twin-hug, still completely confused and more
than a little out-of-it.

Hermione, it seemed, couldn�t take the confusion. �What happened? What�s going
on?� she demanded, hands on her hips. Had she been a cat (or Harry) she�d be
hissing and spitting. By the looks of it, they�d rushed off to face down Voldemort and who-knows-how-many Death Eaters, for nothing.

�Snape got to us,� Fred said, nodding to the end of
the corridor, where Snape was standing, looking both
uncomfortable and wary. Harry thought wariness was a good idea right about now
� who knows what might be lurking in the various shadows? �Told us about Harry�s wild accusations of Voldemort
kidnapping us, or something.�

�Wild accusations?! I saw it!� Harry finally said, even as relief completely
overwhelmed him as he realised that Fred and George were really there, and
that, clearly, Voldemort had never had them in the
first place. �In a vision. You remember what happened in my last vision.�

Had it been a weird dream? A nightmare? Merlin knows one of Harry�s
greatest fears was Voldemort taking his loved ones to
use against him. Maybe he�d been too rash, after all. �And your clock! It was
pointing to Mortal Peril!�

Fred and George shared a look as confused as the rest of them. �How did you see
the clock?�

�It�s a long story,� Hermione murmured, looking edgy. �And I think we should
save it until we�re out of here. Harry�s dream�
vision� I don�t think it was wholly untrue.�

�Brilliant deduction, Miss Granger. In fact, I don�t think I could have done
better myself.�� As one, they turned, in
shock, to Snape. Was that� a compliment? �Except I
did, as I realised that Potter�s dream was no mere dream the moment I heard
about it. Unlike you, Miss Granger, who hasn�t realised this is a trap.� So,
not a compliment.

Except, Snape hadn�t heard about it. The dream. All
he knew was that Harry had somehow got it into his head that Voldemort had the twins.

He�s using Occlumency.
Harry immediately looked away from Snape upon
realising what he was doing.

�A trap?� George snapped, suddenly completely aware. Fred pulled out his wand,
and, wrapping an arm around Harry�s waist, began to
usher him away.

�Greasy git didn�t think he should tell us sooner?� Fred grumbled as the others
immediately began moving towards the elevator, trying not to make a sound. Of
course, it turned out that was all in vain when they heard quiet cackling from
behind them.

Harry�s breath caught in his throat as he whipped his
wand out and turned to face a group of Death Eaters emerging from the
Department of Mysteries. �Too late, Snape,� a
haunted-looking woman cooed delightedly as they moved forwards. Snape pushed through the students to stand in front of
them, hand tight around his wand. �I always knew you were a traitor. Had that look about you.�

�Bellatrix,� Snape hissed
curtly. How hadn�t it occurred to Harry before that Snape�s
cover was blown if any Death Eaters saw him?

Behind his back, Snape�s hand was gesturing to them,
probably motioning for them to run, as fast as possible. But Harry wasn�t going
to let Snape take the fall for him, after it was his stupidness that put them all in danger. Even if Fred was
trying to tug him away.

Harry removed himself from Fred�s grip and walked to stand at Snape�s side. Snape glared at him
furiously, and Harry had no doubt that, if they survived this, he would be
subject to detention for the rest of his school life.

�Ooh, the kitty wants a cat-fight,� Bellatrix
exclaimed, wand in a shaky grip. Shaky not from fear, but from insane
excitement and a weakness born from her long stay in Azkaban.

Another Death Eater, with long blond hair � most likely Lucius
Malfoy � sneered underneath his mask � at Bellatrix or the students, it was hard to tell - and
withdrew his own wand. The other Death Eaters followed suit.

Malfoy cast the first spell. �Avada Kedava!�

The battle exploded into action as Death Eaters rushed them. Harry ordered
Neville, Luna and Ginny to erect a shield and stay at the back � they were the
least experienced in life threatening situations. Ron and Hermione had been on
too many adventures with him, and Fred and George constantly created their own
trouble.

However, it was Harry who was grabbed from behind and dragged down the corridor
while the others were preoccupied with the fight. Harry struggled, sinking
claws and sharp teeth into the arms encasing him and stopping him raising his
wand, but, despite grunts of pain, the Death Eater didn�t give way.

He heard a door creak open, and he was shoved into a circular room, the door
slowly closing behind them. He stumbled and turned back, only to see Lucius Malfoy removing his mask
and spelling an �X� on the door they�d come through. There were many more doors
in the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut and Malfoy had cast
a locking spell on it, he fisted a hand in Harry�s
hair. He cried out in pain, and was about to cast a spell now that his arms
were released but, before he could, the room began to spin. It was all he could
do to remain standing.

When the room came to a halt, Harry saw everything had changed places. The door
with the �X� was on the opposite side of the room.

Malfoy dragged Harry to a random door, opening it and
shaking his head, before spelling it with another �X� and closing it. This
time, Harry couldn�t remain on his feet as the nauseating spinning began again.

Seeing the moment of weakness, Malfoy grabbed his
wand and pocketed it. Harry�s eyes widened and he
leapt at Malfoy. �Give it back!� he snarled. Malfoy chuckled and, with a flick of his wand, Harry was
bound in tight, thick rope.

While Harry lay on the floor, struggling uselessly, Malfoy
opened many doors, repeating his previous actions. Finally, after many spins,
leaving Harry unmoving on the floor and feeling ill, Malfoy
found the one he wanted.

�Come on, Potter,� he grumbled, dragging Harry up and shoving him through the
door, into another bizarre room.

They went through another few doors, Harry snarling explicatives,
with Malfoy dragging him and not putting any part of
his body too near Harry�s mouth, lest he bite it,
before they entered the strangest room yet. It appeared to be the end of the
line, with no other doors leading off from it, so it must be the one Malfoy wanted.

The walls were lined with glowing orbs on shelves and a staircase lead upwards
into shadows. In the centre of the room was a strange archway with a fluttering
veil. They didn�t go near it � in fact, Malfoy
avoided it altogether. It felt wrong, cold, and Harry could swear he heard
whispers coming from it.

He wondered what it was for.

Malfoy manhandled him up the staircase, stopping at
one of the aisles of glowing orbs, and going down it. He was looking intently at
the shelves, and Harry tried to see what, exactly, he was searching for.
Underneath the orbs were silver plates with names and years carved on them.

�Ah, here we are,� Malfoy informed him airily, as if
he hadn�t tied Harry up and forced him, against his will, into a creepy room,
away from all his friends and, well, Snape.

�What do you mean?� Harry asked warily. Whatever Malfoy
wanted, it couldn�t be good. Malfoy smirked at him
knowingly, and Harry narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the fear making his
stomach clench.

Malfoy waved his wand, and one of Harry�s
arms was freed. He shook the tingly feeling out of it � the ropes had cut off a
lot of circulation. His claws unfurled and his hand twitched, but before he
could do anything, Malfoy grabbed his hand.

�Don�t even think about it, Potter, or I will inflict more pain on you than you
could ever imagine,� he snarled. Harry
glared back sullenly, not doubting the words for a second. Malfoy
had proved himself more than capable of being heartless. He opened his mouth to
retort, but something told him to shut up.

Satisfied by his silence, Malfoy moved his hand to
one of the shelves, wrapping it around an orb. �Now, lift it off the shelf.�

Harry let his hand just lie there. Malfoy shot him a
dirty look and tried to pull his hand away, but Harry loosened his fingers so
the orb wouldn�t come with it. Harry didn�t know what was so important about
the glowing glass ball, but he knew he couldn�t let Malfoy
have it. It must have been this that the Order had been guarding so feverently, that Arthur Weasley
had nearly got killed for.

He wasn�t about to screw their plans up now.

�Foolish boy!� Malfoy yelled, losing all patience and
pressing his hand down on the orb, hard. Harry hissed in pain as he felt a
finger break under the pressure. �Pick it up!�

�No,� Harry murmured back and, with a satisfied grin, unleashed his claws.
Before Malfoy could react, Harry had dug the sharp
nails into the glass orb, and squeezed.

The orb shattered.

Out of it rose a ghostly figure of a familiar-looking woman with large glasses.
She began talking, and Malfoy tried to listen, but
Harry distracted him by tackling him.

�The one to defeat the dark lord��

�Crucio!� Malfoy
yelled, and Harry shouted in pain as he was engulfed by the spell. Malfoy grinned as Harry writhed on the floor, screaming
out, mostly from thepain, but also to drown out the
still-talking ghost.

�Blast it all, Potter!� Malfoy shouted, kicking Harry
in the side as the woman faded away. �Couldn�t you have been quieter?� Harry
didn�t have the breath left to point out that it was Malfoy
who cast the extremely painful spell in the first place. Instead, he curled up,
gulping in deep, sobbing breaths. He didn�t think anyone could withstand such
pain.

�Let him go!� Harry turned his head weakly to see Ron rushing down the aisle
towards Malfoy, wand outstretched.

�No, Ron,� Harry groaned, slowly pushing himself to his knees as Ron shot a
stunning spell at Malfoy, who deflected it easily,
and then shot a nasty-looking purple spell at Ron. Harry leapt at Ron�s legs,
bringing him down. The spell flew over the redhead by mere centimetres.

�Ron, you idiot,� Harry snarled.

�Yes, you stupid boy. You�ll pay for your blind heroism,� Malfoy
agreed, levelling his wand at Ron.

And then, the most welcome voice Harry had ever heard interrupted the curse that
rested on Malfoy�s lips.

�Expelliarmus!� It was Dumbledore.

XxXxXxX

Last minute, I decided to scrap my
previous idea, because it was just too predictable and stuck entirely too much
to the book. So, instead, I�m writing a different battle and ending � only a
few things will remain the same, for the sake of making sense.

Thanks so much to all readers and reviewers, as always! You guys are absolutely
amazing.
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