Please Be There If I Remember

Chapter Fifty: Curses

Hermione and Ron shared a look.

"If you won't tell him, I will," Hermione stated seriously, and Ron grumbled, not seeming happy about this fact.

"Tell me what?"

"You know those visions Harry's been having?"

"Like the one at Christmas?"

Ron's eyes widened. "He told you about that? Of course he did. Trust Harry to tell Malfoy everything, when we have to figure it out ourselves."

"Ron," Hermione warned.

"What, it's true, Hermione!" The girl muttered something to herself, and Draco caught the words, don't punch him, it's not worth it in there somewhere.

"Never mind that, now, Ron, we have to go find him."

"I'm coming with," Draco started, but Ron cut him off.

"No, he needs his friends, not...you."

Draco blinked, appalled. "Excuse me?"

"If Draco wants to come with, he can. Remember what Harry said?"

Ron grumbled for a moment before saying, "fine." But, before they could go on the search for Harry, he came to them. Out of breath and looking like he had seen a ghost.

"Guys," Harry panted, and his face was the most serious Draco had ever seen it. "We need to go."

"Harry, mate, what happened? First you're screaming in the middle of the exam, and now you're spouting gibberish."

"Not here," Harry said, glancing around at the curious students around them. Managing to grab all three of them, Harry dragged them into the nearest empty classroom and started rambling.

"He has Sirius. He has him. We need to go—we need to—"

"Harry," Draco offered. "Slow down, tell us what happened."

"Voldemort has Sirius."

"What?" Ron yelped, different from Draco's first thought of who?

"How do you know?" And that was Hermione, ever the voice of reason.

"I saw it. It was the—the vision thing, again. In the exam."

"Where? No, first of all, how?"  Draco asked because things were getting confusing to even him, and he was the one who woke up not remembering a thing.

"I—I dunno, but it's true, he was...he was—"

"Harry, breathe," Draco commanded, because he knew a panic attack when he saw them. He was, in fact, very familiar with the feeling of not being able to get air into his lungs.

"I'm fine, but we have to save him. It was in the Department of Mysteries with all those glass balls. And the door—it was the same door I keep dreaming about. Row ninety-seven...and he's being tortured! Sirius will die if we don't leave right now."

Draco looked to Hermione and Ron for help, in hopes to learn just who this Sirius guy was, but all he got were their stricken faces at Harry's slowly unravelling nature. Well, if they weren't going to help, Draco was.

"Okay, how do we get there?"

Harry's eyes widened with hope, saying, "You believe me?" right as Hermione shouted, "Draco!"

"Harry, we can't just leave now. There's no way to get out of Hogwarts. And even if there was, how do we know Voldemort's not just...trying to get to you."

"Hermione, Sirius is in danger."

"Yes, but," she started to wring her hands together, "but how would he even get into the Ministry in the first place?"