Harry was ready for Bellatrix, he shouted; "Protego!" before she had finished her Summoning spell. Harry felt as though the world was going in slow motion, he felt the glass sphere slip to the end of his fingers but he managed to keep his grip on it, the years of Quidditch practice and fast reflexes paying off.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter." She said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then -"

"I TOLD YOU NO!" Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. "If you smash it-"

Harry's mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get everyone out here alive, to make sure his friends didn't pay the price for his stupidity.

The woman stepped forward, away from her followers, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.

"You need more persuasion?" She said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Very well - take the smallest one." She ordered the Death Eaters.

Harry's heart froze in his chest. They weren't about to get Josh were they?

"Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

Harry quickly realised Bellatrix was talking about Ginny. He felt the others closing in around Ginny to protect her. He stepped sideways so he was standing in front of her. "You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," He told Bellatrix. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

She did not move, she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth.

"So," said Harry. "What kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?"

He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking, he could feel one of the others quickened breaths on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.

"What kind of prophecy?" repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. "You jest, Harry Potter."

"Nope, not jesting." said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. "How come Voldemort wants it?"

Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.

"You dare speak his name?" whispered Bellatrix.

"Yeah," said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. "Yeah, I've got no problem with saying Vol-"

"Shut your mouth!" Bellatrix shrieked. "You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare-"

"Did you know he's half-blood too?" said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. "Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle - or has he been telling you lot he's pure-blood?"

"STUPEF-"

"NO!"

A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix's wand, but Malfoy had dejected it, his spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered. Two figures, pearly white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak; their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.

"...at the solstice will come a new..." said the figure of an old man with a beard.

"DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"

"He dared - he dares-" shrieked Bellatrix incoherently. "He stands there - filthy half-blood-"

"WAIT UNTIL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!" bawled Malfoy.

"...and none will come after..." said the figure of a young woman.

The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however given Harry an idea.

The problem was going to be conveying it to the others.

•••

Josh was running. He was running for his life. He could hear shouts behind him, and guessed that the two Death Eaters who he had knocked down to escape had gotten back up.

He had slammed the door behind him, but he had no means of locking it. He had no magic and the shelves and desks were far too heavy for him to push them in front of the door.

The only thing Josh could do was keep running, and hope that shutting the door bought him a few extra seconds. After all, those few seconds could be vital.

Josh had run through another door, and slammed it shut behind him. He could feel his breath coming out in quick pants, his legs were burning already. But he couldn't stop, not if he ever wanted to see Eleanor again.

Josh felt an ache in his chest. He wished he were back at Grimmauld Place with Ellie. He wished they were all sitting around the dining table, eating Mrs. Weasley's delicious food. His fathers would be there, and so would Sirius and Remus. They would be joined by the rest of the Weasley's, Tonks, Harry and Hermione; they would be the perfect family.

Josh heard a crash behind him, the Death Eaters had barged into the room he was in. Josh gave a yell and dived under a desk, narrowly missing a jet of red light.

Josh could see the two Death Eaters feet, their black cloaks gliding menacingly behind them. "Find the boy, Greyback, or we can both say goodbye to our lives!"

"Relax, he won't be hard to find. The young ones always stink of fear." Greyback murmured back to the other Death Eater who Josh didn't know the name of.

Josh tried not to whimper in fear. He tried not to feel fear at all, and he was starting to have the sneaking suspicion that Greyback was no ordinary Death Eater.

Josh could remember Remus mentioning him a lot, so was Greyback a Werewolf? This provided Josh with no comfort though, as it only made the situation he was in ten times worse.

Josh, holding his breath as not to make a noise, crawled from under the desk he was hiding. He crawled quickly along the floor and took shelter under another desk, he allowed himself a quick breath of relief.

He peered over the desk quickly, trying to find the door. He could see it, it was in front of him but it was too risky to run for it. He'd never make it. He'd just have to keep using the desks for cover, but he had to be quick. Greyback and the other Death Eater were turning over desks in their frenzy to find him, and he could see that they were coming straight for him.

Muttering a quick prayer, Josh continued to crawl from desk to desk, looking behind him now and then to see if he could spot the Death Eaters.

He could see them, a few desk behind him, and turned himself forward to keep pushing on. He was so close to the door now.

Josh crawled from under the desk.

"Aah!" Greyback jumped in front of him. Josh screamed, unable to help himself. He fell on his back. Greyback laughed, obviously delighted.

Greyback smirked. "Thought you could get away, huh? I could smell you from a mile away. Scared, are you?" Greyback began to inch toward him with a hunger in his eyes that chilled Josh to the bone.

Josh shivered and began to shuffle back as fast as he could. If he could choose out of Greyback and the other Death Eater, he'd pick the other Death Eater.

"They always did say you could smell fear," Greyback continued with a growl. "I wonder how it will taste? Salty, perhaps, you children always sweat when you're scared." Greyback began to laugh.

He wasn't wrong though, Josh was sweating. He could feel it running down his back and face. "Please." Josh begged. "Please, leave me alone. I haven't done anything. I'm not even a wizard."

"Aw, are you scared little boy? Do I scare you? You don't need to be afraid of old Greyback!"

Josh's back hit against a desk. He was trapped and cornered. He had nowhere to go. He didn't know where the other Death Eater had gone but he didn't care. He was going to die anyway.

Josh looked into the cold hungry eyes of Greyback and decided that this wasn't how it was going to end. If Harry could fight the most powerful wizard on earth, than he could deal with this creep. If Eleanor could fight off all those bullies at school, then he could fight off one bully.

Josh raised his foot and as hard as he could muster, he kicked his trainer-clad foot into Greybacks face. It didn't do much, but it allowed Josh time.

Without waiting, Josh jumped to his feet and ran. He made it to the door and not caring what may be on the other side, opened it and ran through.

•••

Harry was still trying to figure out a way to relay the message of his plan to his friend's, which was becoming increasingly hard because they were currently still surrounded by Death Eaters.

"You haven't told me what's so special about this Prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over." Harry said, playing for time. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest and hoped the Death Eaters couldn't hear it. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how scared he was right now.

Harry slowly moved his foot sideways, feeling around for someone else's.

"Do not play games with us, Potter." Malfoy sneered.

"I'm not playing games." said Harry, half of his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone's toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake of breath behind him told him they belonged to Hermione.

"What?" She whispered.

"Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy said.

"I - What?" said Harry, and for a moment he forgot about his plan. "What about my scar?"

"What?" whispered Hermione more urgently behind him.

"Can this be?" said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted. Some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed to Hermione moving his lips as little as possible.

"Smash the shelves-"

"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy repeated. "Well, this explains why you didn't come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why-"

"-when I say now-"

"-you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording..."

"Did he?" said Harry. Behind him he felt rather than heard Hermione passing his message to the others and he sought to keep talking, to distract the Death Eaters. "So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?"

"Why?" Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. "Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a Prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him."

"And why did he want to steal a Prophecy about me?"

"About both of you, Potter, about both of you...haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"

Harry stared into the slitted eye-holes through which Malfoys grey eyes were gleaming. Was this Prophecy the reason Harry's parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hands?

"Someone made a Prophecy about Voldemort and me?" He said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening over the warm glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. "And he made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?"

"Get it himself?" shrieked Bellatrix, over a cackle of mad laughter. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at this moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?"

"So, he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?" said Harry. "Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it - and Bode?"

"Very good, Potter, very good..." said Malfoy slowly. "But the Dark Lord knows you are not unitelli-"

"NOW!" Harry bellowed.

Five different voices behind him yelled, "REDUCTO!" Five curses flew in five different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit, the towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor.

"RUN!" Harry shouted as the shelves swayed precariously. He seized a handful of Hermione's robes and dragged her forward. The five of them ran forward as fast as they could.

They let Harry lead the way as they ran, dodging falling shelves and shattered glass. "STUPEFY!" Harry heard Ron shout, as he aimed his wand at a Death Eater who was coming in on their left. The Death Eater flew in the air and hit the shelves. The group ran on.

Harry took a sharp right at the end of Row 97 and still they ran on.

A Death Eater grabbed Luna by the arm, but she elbowed them in the face sending them stumbling back.

"THROUGH HERE!" Harry yelled as they approached a door. Harry wrenched it open and held it open as the others ran through.

He didn't have time to realise not all of his friends had followed him through.

"HARRY!" A voice yelled. Harry spun around, and there barrelling towards him was Josh, looking frightened but otherwise unhurt apart from a few cuts and bruises.

"Josh!" Harry exclaimed and met Josh half way, enveloping the boy in a hug.

(I love writing this. I hope you don't mind that its not following the story exactly right. Also I used my OOTP book to help me write this chapter, I hope you don't mind. Anyway, enjoy!)