Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (90 page)

‘Potter, what do you think you’re doing?’

‘I need to see Professor McGonagall,’ gasped Harry, the breath tearing his lungs. ‘Now … it’s urgent!’

‘She’s not here, Potter,’ said Madam Pomfrey sadly. ‘She was transferred to St Mungo’s this morning. Four Stunning Spells straight to the chest at her age? It’s a wonder they didn’t kill her.’

‘She’s … gone?’ said Harry, shocked.

The bell rang just outside the dormitory and he heard the usual distant rumbling of students starting to flood out into the corridors above and below him. He remained quite still, looking at Madam Pomfrey. Terror was rising inside him.

There was nobody left to tell. Dumbledore had gone, Hagrid had gone, but he had always expected Professor McGonagall to be there, irascible and inflexible, perhaps, but always dependably, solidly present …

‘I don’t wonder you’re shocked, Potter,’ said Madam Pomfrey, with a kind of fierce approval in her face. ‘As if one of them could have Stunned Minerva McGonagall face-on by daylight! Cowardice, that’s what it was … despicable cowardice … if I wasn’t worried what would happen to you students without me, I’d resign in protest.’

‘Yes,’ said Harry blankly.

He strode blindly from the hospital wing into the teeming corridor where he stood, buffeted by the crowd, panic expanding inside him like poison gas so that his head swam and he could not think what to do …

Ron and Hermione
, said a voice in his head.

He was running again, pushing students out of the way, oblivious to their angry protests. He sprinted back down two floors and was at the top of the marble staircase when he saw them hurrying towards him.

‘Harry!’ said Hermione at once, looking very frightened. ‘What happened? Are you all right? Are you ill?’

‘Where have you been?’ demanded Ron.

‘Come with me,’ Harry said quickly. ‘Come on, I’ve got to tell you something.’

He led them along the first-floor corridor, peering through doorways, and at last found an empty classroom into which he dived, closing the door behind Ron and Hermione the moment they were inside, and leaned against it, facing them.

‘Voldemort’s got Sirius.’

‘What?’

‘How d’you –?’

‘Saw it. Just now. When I fell asleep in the exam.’

‘But – but where? How?’ said Hermione, whose face was white.

‘I dunno how,’ said Harry. ‘But I know exactly where. There’s a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little glass balls and they’re at the end of row ninety-seven … he’s trying to use Sirius to get whatever it is he wants from in there … he’s torturing him … says he’ll end by killing him!’

Harry found his voice was shaking, as were his knees. He moved over to a desk and sat down on it, trying to master himself.

‘How’re we going to get there?’ he asked them.

There was a moment’s silence. Then Ron said, ‘G-get there?’

‘Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius!’ Harry said loudly.

‘But – Harry …’ said Ron weakly.

‘What?
What?
’ said Harry.

He could not understand why they were both gaping at him as though he was asking them something unreasonable.

‘Harry,’ said Hermione in a rather frightened voice, ‘er … how … how did Voldemort get into the Ministry of Magic without anybody realising he was there?’

‘How do I know?’ bellowed Harry. ‘The question is how
we’re
going to get in there!’

‘But … Harry, think about this,’ said Hermione, taking a step towards him, ‘it’s five o’clock in the afternoon … the Ministry of Magic must be full of workers … how would Voldemort and Sirius have got in without being seen? Harry … they’re probably the two most wanted wizards in the world … you think they could get into a building full of Aurors undetected?’

‘I dunno, Voldemort used an Invisibility Cloak or something!’ Harry shouted. ‘Anyway, the Department of Mysteries has always been completely empty whenever I’ve been –’

‘You’ve never been there, Harry,’ said Hermione quietly. ‘You’ve dreamed about the place, that’s all.’

‘They’re not normal dreams!’ Harry shouted in her face, standing up and taking a step closer to her in turn. He wanted to shake her. ‘How d’you explain Ron’s dad then, what was all that about, how come I knew what had happened to him?’

‘He’s got a point,’ said Ron quietly, looking at Hermione.

‘But this is just – just so
unlikely
!’ said Hermione desperately. ‘Harry, how on earth could Voldemort have got hold of Sirius when he’s been in Grimmauld Place all the time?’

‘Sirius might’ve cracked and just wanted some fresh air,’ said Ron, sounding worried. ‘He’s been desperate to get out of that house for ages –’

‘But why,’ Hermione persisted, ‘why on earth would Voldemort want to use
Sirius
to get the weapon, or whatever the thing is?’

‘I dunno, there could be loads of reasons!’ Harry yelled at her. ‘Maybe Sirius is just someone Voldemort doesn’t care about seeing hurt –’

‘You know what, I’ve just thought of something,’ said Ron in a hushed voice. ‘Sirius’s brother was a Death Eater, wasn’t he? Maybe he told Sirius the secret of how to get the weapon!’

‘Yeah – and that’s why Dumbledore’s been so keen to keep Sirius locked up all the time!’ said Harry.

‘Look, I’m sorry,’ cried Hermione, ‘but neither of you is making sense, and we’ve got no proof for any of this, no proof Voldemort and Sirius are even there –’

‘Hermione, Harry’s seen them!’ said Ron, rounding on her.

‘OK,’ she said, looking frightened yet determined, ‘I’ve just got to say this –’

‘What?’

‘You … this isn’t a criticism, Harry! But you do … sort of … I mean – don’t you think you’ve got a bit of a – a –
saving-people thing
?’ she said.

He glared at her.

‘And what’s that supposed to mean, a “saving-people thing”?’

‘Well … you …’ she looked more apprehensive than ever. ‘I mean … last year, for instance … in the lake … during the Tournament … you shouldn’t have … I mean, you didn’t need to save that little Delacour girl … you got a bit … carried away …’

A wave of hot, prickly anger swept through Harry’s body; how could she remind him of that blunder now?

‘I mean, it was really great of you and everything,’ said Hermione quickly, looking positively petrified at the look on Harry’s face, ‘everyone thought it was a wonderful thing to do –’

‘That’s funny,’ said Harry in a trembling voice, ‘because I definitely remember Ron saying I’d wasted time
acting the hero …
is that what you think this is? You reckon I want to act the hero again?’

‘No, no, no!’ said Hermione, looking aghast. ‘That’s not what I mean at all!’

‘Well, spit out what you’ve got to say, because we’re wasting time here!’ Harry shouted.

‘I’m trying to say – Voldemort knows you, Harry! He took Ginny down into the Chamber of Secrets to lure you there, it’s the kind of thing he does, he knows you’re the – the sort of person who’d go to Sirius’s aid! What if he’s just trying to get
you
into the Department of Myst––?’

‘Hermione, it doesn’t matter if he’s done it to get me there or not – they’ve taken McGonagall to St Mungo’s, there isn’t anyone from the Order left at Hogwarts who we can tell, and if we don’t go, Sirius is dead!’

‘But Harry – what if your dream was – was just that, a dream?’

Harry let out a roar of frustration. Hermione actually stepped back from him, looking alarmed.

‘You don’t get it!’ Harry shouted at her, ‘I’m not having nightmares, I’m not just dreaming! What d’you think all the Occlumency was for, why d’you think Dumbledore wanted me prevented from seeing these things? Because they’re REAL, Hermione – Sirius is trapped, I’ve seen him. Voldemort’s got him, and no one else knows, and that means we’re the only ones who can save him, and if you don’t want to do it, fine, but I’m going, understand? And if I remember rightly, you didn’t have a problem with my
saving-people thing
when it was you I was saving from the Dementors, or –’ he rounded on Ron ‘– when it was your sister I was saving from the Basilisk –’

‘I never said I had a problem!’ said Ron heatedly.

‘But Harry, you’ve just said it,’ said Hermione fiercely, ‘Dumbledore wanted you to learn to shut these things out of your mind, if you’d done Occlumency properly you’d never have seen this –’

‘IF YOU THINK I’M JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE I HAVEN’T SEEN –’

‘Sirius told you there was nothing more important than you learning to close your mind!’

‘WELL, I EXPECT HE’D SAY SOMETHING DIFFERENT IF HE KNEW WHAT I’D JUST –’

The classroom door opened. Harry, Ron and Hermione whipped around. Ginny walked in, looking curious, followed by Luna, who as usual looked as though she had drifted in accidentally.

‘Hi,’ said Ginny uncertainly. ‘We recognised Harry’s voice. What are you yelling about?’

‘Never you mind,’ said Harry roughly.

Ginny raised her eyebrows.

‘There’s no need to take that tone with me,’ she said coolly, ‘I was only wondering whether I could help.’

‘Well, you can’t,’ said Harry shortly.

‘You’re being rather rude, you know,’ said Luna serenely.

Harry swore and turned away. The very last thing he wanted now was a conversation with Luna Lovegood.

‘Wait,’ said Hermione suddenly. ‘Wait … Harry, they
can
help.’

Harry and Ron looked at her.

‘Listen,’ she said urgently, ‘Harry, we need to establish whether Sirius really has left Headquarters.’

‘I’ve told you, I saw –’

‘Harry, I’m begging you, please!’ said Hermione desperately. ‘Please let’s just check that Sirius isn’t at home before we go charging off to London. If we find out he’s not there, then I swear I won’t try to stop you. I’ll come, I’ll d – do whatever it takes to try and save him.’

‘Sirius is being tortured NOW!’ shouted Harry. ‘We haven’t got time to waste.’

‘But if this is a trick of Voldemort’s, Harry, we’ve got to check, we’ve got to.’

‘How?’ Harry demanded. ‘How’re we going to check?’

‘We’ll have to use Umbridge’s fire and see if we can contact him,’ said Hermione, who looked positively terrified at the thought. ‘We’ll draw Umbridge away again, but we’ll need lookouts, and that’s where we can use Ginny and Luna.’

Though clearly struggling to understand what was going on, Ginny said immediately, ‘Yeah, we’ll do it,’ and Luna said, ‘When you say “Sirius”, are you talking about Stubby Boardman?’

Nobody answered her.

‘OK,’ Harry said aggressively to Hermione, ‘OK, if you can think of a way of doing this quickly, I’m with you, otherwise I’m going to the Department of Mysteries right now.’

‘The Department of Mysteries?’ said Luna, looking mildly surprised. ‘But how are you going to get there?’

Again, Harry ignored her.

‘Right,’ said Hermione, twisting her hands together and pacing up and down between the desks. ‘Right … well … one of us has to go and find Umbridge and – and send her off in the wrong direction, keep her away from her office. They could tell her – I don’t know – that Peeves is up to something awful as usual …’

‘I’ll do it,’ said Ron at once. ‘I’ll tell her Peeves is smashing up the Transfiguration department or something, it’s miles away from her office. Come to think of it, I could probably persuade Peeves to do it if I met him on the way.’

It was a mark of the seriousness of the situation that Hermione made no objection to the smashing up of the Transfiguration department.

‘OK,’ she said, her brow furrowed as she continued to pace. ‘Now, we need to keep students right away from her office while we force entry, or some Slytherin’s bound to go and tip her off.’

‘Luna and I can stand at either end of the corridor,’ said Ginny promptly, ‘and warn people not to go down there because someone’s let off a load of Garrotting Gas.’ Hermione looked surprised at the readiness with which Ginny had come up with this lie; Ginny shrugged and said, ‘Fred and George were planning to do it before they left.’

‘OK,’ said Hermione. ‘Well then, Harry, you and I will be under the Invisibility Cloak and we’ll sneak into the office and you can talk to Sirius –’

‘He’s not there, Hermione!’

‘I mean, you can – can check whether Sirius is at home or not while I keep watch, I don’t think you should be in there alone, Lee’s already proved the window’s a weak spot, sending those Nifflers through it.’

Even through his anger and impatience, Harry recognised Hermione’s offer to accompany him into Umbridge’s office as a sign of solidarity and loyalty.

‘I … OK, thanks,’ he muttered.

‘Right, well, even if we do all of that, I don’t think we’re going to be able to bank on more than five minutes,’ said Hermione, looking relieved that Harry seemed to have accepted the plan, ‘not with Filch and the wretched Inquisitorial Squad floating around.’

‘Five minutes’ll be enough,’ said Harry. ‘C’mon, let’s go –’

‘Now?’
said Hermione, looking shocked.

‘Of course now!’ said Harry angrily. ‘What did you think, we’re going to wait until after dinner or something? Hermione, Sirius is being tortured
right now
!’

‘I – oh, all right,’ she said desperately. ‘You go and get the Invisibility Cloak and we’ll meet you at the end of Umbridge’s corridor, OK?’

Harry didn’t answer, but flung himself out of the room and began to fight his way through the milling crowds outside. Two floors up he met Seamus and Dean, who hailed him jovially and told him they were planning a dusk-till-dawn end-of-exams celebration in the common room. Harry barely heard them. He scrambled through the portrait hole while they were still arguing about how many black-market Butterbeers they would need and was climbing back out of it, the Invisibility Cloak and Sirius’s knife secure in his bag, before they noticed he had left them.

‘Harry, d’you want to chip in a couple of Galleons? Harold Dingle reckons he could sell us some Firewhisky –’

But Harry was already tearing away back along the corridor, and a couple of minutes later was jumping the last few stairs to join Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna, who were huddled together at the end of Umbridge’s corridor.