(y/n) - your name

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Umbridge was interrogating Harry, going as far as slapping him in the face. Draco was trying to keep (y/n)'s attention on him the entire time, whispering to her that she would be ok as he held her tightly. He looked back to see Snape has entered the office, talking to Umbitch about using a truth potion on Harry and everyone here but he had run out of the potion.

"You give me no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of Ministry security... you leave me with... no alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue."

"That's illegal!" Hermione exclaims.

"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him." Umbitch lowers the portrait of the minister, taking her wand out.

"Tell her, Harry!" Hermione yells out, panicking as she made a quick plan.

"Tell me what?" Umbridge looks at Hermione sharply, a wand at Harry's throat.

"Well, if you won't tell her where it is... I will." the friends all looked at the Gryffindor in confusion, wondering what she was on about.

"Where what is?"

"Dumbledore's secret weapon."

Hermione and Harry leads Umbitch out of her office to Dumbledore's supposed secret weapon, leaving the group alone with the squad. Everyone looked at each other knowing they had to get out somehow, Ron taking out the puking pastilles that the twins had given to him. He exclaims loudly that he was hungry and takes out the sweets, the squad being the greedy pigs they are and eating it all for themselves. They grew sick with pus boils on their faces, holding their stomachs and a hand to their mouths.

"I'm about to be sick!" Draco's goons calls out, the squad running off to find the nearest bathroom to puke their guts out. The Slytherin takes this chance to drag (y/n) out of the office, taking her down into an empty hallway far away from that room.

"(y/n), princess..." he holds her face, brushing her hair back as he kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry..." he let her hug him tight, his fingers running through her hair as he kissed her head over and over again. He didn't know if she could feel his heart racing but he had been terrified. Terrified of losing her. He hated seeing her so scared and in pain, crumbling in his arms for safety. She was such a strong person and to see her so scared and shaky in his arms... he hated it. He never wanted to see her cry like this again.

And that bitch! How dare she lay a hand on his girlfriend!

"Let me see your cheek beautiful." Draco whispers, tilting (y/n)'s chin up to see the red handprint. He gently touched her cheek and she winces away before gently moving back into his touch, his thumb brushing against the hot skin. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"No... it's just a dull ache now... it doesn't hurt as much as before. It's fine Draco-"

"-it's not fine! She hurt you!" he snaps, easing his voice back down to not scare his love. "She shouldn't have laid a hand on you like this..." he presses his lips lightly on her cheek, hugging her again and just holding her until she was ok again. "I'm here princess."

"I know... thank you..."

"(y/n)!" Ginny calls out as she ran past, skidding back to find her and her boyfriend in the hallway consoling her. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah... Just... yeah..."

"Harry and Hermione are back."

"Right, we need to go."

"(y/n)..." Draco stops her, a stern look and she frowns at him.

"I have to Draco. I have to help, you know that."

"You know how I feel about you helping... them... look at what it brought you."

"I'm sorry Draco, really." (y/n) starts to pull away, his heart breaking as she starts to leave him in the hallway.

"I'll keep Filch and the others distracted for you then..." Draco calls out.

"Thank you Draco!"

"Yeah..." the boy sighs as he leans against the wall, feeling alone and lost as he slid down to sit on the floor.

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Ginny was pulling (y/n) with her, Ron, Neville and Luna to run across the bridge to meet up with Harry and Hermione when they escaped Umbridge.

"How'd you get away?" Hermione asks, everyone stopping in front of each other.

"Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty." Ginny explains.

"Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves." Ron hands Hermione and Harry their wands, the girl grinning at the idea.

"That was clever, Ron."

"Has been known to happen."

"It was brilliant!" Neville laughs.

Hermione turns to (y/n) who was very quiet but she speaks up in a soft tone like it was Year one all over again. "What happened to Umbitch?"

"Centaurs took her away." Harry says.

"So she dead dead?"

"Seems like it."

"So how are we getting to London?" Neville asks.

"Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you... especially you (y/n) but I've got you into enough trouble as it is." Harry says, moving to walk past the group.

"Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real. Or was that all just words to you?" Neville stops Harry.

"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate." Ron says.

"So how are we going to get to London?" Harry asks.

"We fly, of course." Luna smiles.

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"Holy shit!" (y/n) screams out in excitement as she held onto the Thestral souring through the sky, feeling so free at the moment as the wind rushes through her hair. It had been weeks since she used her powers and flew around, feeling all the weight on her shoulders just simply fall off. She really missed this, missed being free like this again.

She raises her arms and leans back on the skeletal horse, watching the clouds fly past in the sky above her. She lets out a loud whoop again, watching the sunset as the darkness starts to seep in as they started approaching London. The skies soon darken as the stars start popping up above the group, weaving between the buildings and streets.

The group lands the Thestrals somewhere hidden before getting into a phone booth, arriving at the Ministry which was eerily empty and dark. They ran down the hallway with the sound of their shoes thudding against the ground, getting to an elevator that took them to the Department of Mysteries.

"This is it..." Harry whispers, the group walking down silently in the hallway that lead them to the door that he had seen in his visions. They all looked at each other, trying to mask their fear with being ready to fight. 

(y/n) wrings her hands together as she stood at the back, looking down at her palms trying to figure out if she should use her powers. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that something bad was going to happen and she wasn't sure if she could protect her friends. She looked up with fear and panic, stretching her fingers and trying to summon her powers to at least put shields around her friends but nothing was happening.

Why is this happening now!?

The group stood in front of the door, Harry reaching out to turn the knob as it unlocks. They all filter into the room filled with strange items on shelves that seem to stretch out for infinity. Harry led the group, holding his wand tight and (y/n) moved to hide behind the shelves, trying to be look out if she was going to be useless at this point. 

She will not jeopardise them.

The group's wands cast a low white glow from the ends of their wands, darkness creeping around them as they stood in silence. They jump from the low rumbling behind the door they entered, now closed and even more shelves spanning behind the door endlessly into the darkness. the group looks to Harry for their next move and he purses his lips, looking up at the shelf numbers to find a specific one he needed to find to rescue his godfather. Everyone follows Harry, (y/n) included but she sticks to hiding behind the pillars, not risking flying to set off her powers in case someone else might be in the department.

"Ninety-five." Harry looks around, searching for the chair Sirius was strapped in but there was nothing. "He should be here." he calls out to his friends.

"Harry." Neville calls out, looking up at a glass ball. "It's got your name on it." the boy comes back to look at it, white misty fog dancing around within the glass and he picks it up carefully.

A prophecy, a voice speaking to Harry of the future rings out.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal... but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives."

"Harry!" Hermione calls out, everyone stumbling back from the dark figure that's stood in front of them. A Death Eater with their identity concealed. Harry quickly stands in front of his friends to protect them, (y/n) standing behind the Death Eater a few shelves ahead. She curses silently, trying to push past the pain in her body, to be ready to protect the ones she cares about.

"Where's Sirius!?"

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams..." The Death Eater speaks, (y/n) paling when she sees Draco's father when he removes his mask with his wand. "and reality. 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." Harry snaps. Shrill cackling was quickly heard, another figure appearing and (y/n) quickly hides around the ledge to avoid being seen.

Come on, come on!

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

"Bellatrix Lestrange..." Neville sneers, fury boiling in his body seeing the woman that orphaned him.

"Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?"

"Better, now they're about to be avenged!" the boy raised his wand quickly, Bellatrix doing the same but Harry and Lucius stop their partners from firing any spells at the other.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down... shall we? All we want is that prophecy." Lucius says warily.

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

"You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood!" Bellatrix yells out madly. Neville and (y/n) both look around to see that the group had suddenly been surrounded by Death Eaters, the others also realising this as Lucius explains The Dark Lords' plan.

"Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made." The group stand back to back, wands raised to ready themselves for a fight. "Which is lucky for you, really. Haven't you always wondered... what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why he was unable to kill you... when you were just an infant?" Harry glares at Lucius as he walked towards the boy, a hand outstretched for the prophecy. "Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand." 

Lucius was trying to persuade Harry, (y/n) on the other hand trying to push past the pain to summon her powers. "I've waited 14 years..." Harry says, the Hufflepuff biting down on her lips as her power crackles from her fingertips, lighting rushing down to the ground and rapidly moving to put up shields around her friends. "I guess I can wait a little longer. Now! Stupefy!"

(y/n) hisses as she snaps her fingers, her powers rushing out in a circle of red as she turned invisible and a dome protected her friends.