Chapter 3: Elevation
The ministry itself was eerie, unlike either of the times
Harry had visited before, it felt more subdued. A mixture of both extremes of
Harry’s past visits. Though pools of people were teeming though the halls and
into the elevators, few of them were actually talking to each other. Memos no
longer flapped around the elevators incase of interception and elevator
security rode in each cabin.
“It’s sad to see that wizarding
kind, in of all places the Ministry, can no longer trust each other,” Harry
observed shaking his head.
“Can you blame them, Harry,” replied Luna somberly “when in Voldemort’s previous rein the Ministry was destroyed from
within; crucial, confidential information being passed directly to Voldemort’s spies by the very forces employed to stop him?”
Harry hadn’t quite considered it that way and assessed Luna
in a new light, not with wonder or pity, but with respect.
The elevator came to halt and Mr. Lovegood
bustled out, Luna followed in tow, and Harry –caught off guard- squeezed out
and jogged down the hall to catch up. He hadn’t been paying attention to the
elevator ride and was unaware of which floor they had gotten off on. All too
soon it became apparent and Harry stopped in his tracks, suddenly quite
In front of him was a long corridor with a door at the end.
Brighter than in his dreams and with few people coming and going, Harry hadn’t
been instantly aware of their surroundings. His legs had turned to lead, his
stomach knotted violently, and white heat ran down his body in waves. How could
they bring him here? Here of all places! Here, where Harry had lost so much and
had been so foolish! Was this their idea of a “special expedition”? A birthday
return to Harry’s haunts? He no longer regarded Luna amicably, brutally
wondering what kind of utter lunatic would bring him to a place like this given
As if the thought had reached out and touched Luna she
slowly spun around reaching out and grabbing her father’s cloak in an attempt
to stop him. Mr. Lovegood turned around curiously to
face Luna finally laying eyes on Harry stalk still at the end of the hall. He
sighed heavily, lowering his head.
“I told you he wasn’t ready, Luna,” Mr. Lovegood
“He’s ready,” Luna affirmed softly never breaking eye
contact with Harry down the hall.
Slowly, deliberately, Luna approach Harry, practically
floating towards him, and despite Harry’s want to, he didn’t move.
“Harry,” she started in that far-away voice. Harry shook his
head; he didn’t want to hear it. But Luna was upon him. “Harry,” she said again
soothingly, taking his hand and rubbing the back of it. “Have a little faith,
Harry. I went through that door with you in friendship; return me the favour today in friendship and I shall never ask more of
Harry’s thoughts raced furiously
between anger, confusion, curiosity, and mild guilt. He felt Luna give a slight
tug to his hand and, like a lost lamb, he followed her back to the flock.
Standing in front of the
unmarked door burned into Harry’s mind, Luna still hadn’t released his hand.
Instead, she squeezed it softly in a reassuring manner. Harry couldn’t remember
a time he had been physically guided. Luna’s gesture was entirely natural.
Innate. Motherly. He gave himself over to her soothing presence knowing that,
for the first and maybe last time in his life, he didn’t have to cross a