Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ministry of Magic, June 18th 1996
Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts; Ginny gave a gasp of horror.
“To me, Potter,” repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up. Harrys insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped, and outnumbered two to one.
“To me,” said Malfoy yet again.
“Where’s Sirius?” Harry said.
Several of the Death Eaters laughed; a harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry’s left said triumphantly, “The Dark Lord always knows!”
“Always,” echoed Malfoy softly. “Now, give me the prophecy Potter.”
“I want to know where Sirius is!”
“I want to know where Sirius is!” mimicked the woman to his left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Sonia’s eyes.
“You’ve got him,” said Harry. “He’s here. I know he is.”
“The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,” said the woman in a horrible, mock baby voice. Sonia stirred, anxious to whip out her wand and do something about the woman who was looking at her and Andrew with feverish eyes.
“Don’t do anything,” Harry muttered. “Not yet -”
The woman who had mimicked him let 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!” she looked over the faces, eyes growing suddenly wide as he voice turned low and malicious “And look what Potter has brought with him – now I never thought I’d see those features again.” Her eyes were glued to the Bowen twins, and neither moved under her mad stare.
“Oh, you don’t know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,” said Malfoy softly. “He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.”
“I know Sirius is here,” said Harry “I know you’ve got him!” More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman laughed loudest of all.
“It’s time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,” said Malfoy. “Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.”
“Go on, then,” said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the seven wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Andrew, Sonia and Luna rose on either side of him.
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