Ink and Parchment ~ blood and bone

The thestral in the forbidden forest had been more than happy to give Eliza a lift to the ministry. It was almost like riding a hippogriff, the thestral’s scaly wings beating on either side of her as the wind slammed into her face. She was just glad she could actually see the creature, she couldn’t imagine how strange it would be to fly an invisible thestral.

The glimmering lights of London came into view and Eliza guided the thestral down to land close to the ministry. The thestral’s hooves clattered against the ground as they landed in one of the alleyways close to the ministry and Eliza jolted slightly at the harsh transition. She guided the thestral through the alley until the standard red phone box of the ministry came into sight. Sliding off the thestral’s back Eliza ran a hand along it’s neck, stroking it gently.

“Thank you for the lift” she murmured “you can go back to Hogwarts now”

The thestral let out a soft little huff and then turned, batting Eliza with its tail slightly as it trotted off back down the alley, unfurled its wings and with one great push leaped into the sky.

She felt bad, she should have brought some treats with her.

Heading towards the phone box Eliza pulled her invisibility cloak out of the bag and shrugged it on in case anyone was watching the entrances. After dialling the right number, the cool female voice rang out through the phone box.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic” it said “Please state your name and your business”

“Eliza Potter” she spoke clearly and then with a wry smirk finished with “here for a rescue mission”

A small plastic badge fell out of a chute and into Eliza’s waiting hand, it actually read that she was there for a rescue mission, much to her amusement. The voice continued to rattle out the rules and regulations and then the phone box began to move, going down and down into the depths of the ministry.

The phone box came to a stop, opening up into the atrium of the ministry. All the lights were off and it was looking perfectly abandoned. It was quite strange really, seeing something so full of life so empty.

“The ministry of magic wishes you a pleasant evening” the voice said as the doors slid open.

She stepped out with a small smirk, she was sure she would be having a very pleasant evening indeed.

Wandering over to the golden garish lift Eliza made sure to keep her cloak wrapped around her as she pushed in the button for the Department of Mysteries. She was sure Tom had managed to handle everything, but it never hurt to be cautious.

If Umbridge had been a bit more cautious she might have even lived.

Eliza grinned slightly at the recollection of her hours-old murder and stepped out of the lift with a slight bounce in her step. She was stood in a circular room, doors upon doors surrounding her from all sides and it was then she realised Tom had never actually provided her with a map of the place.

Bastard.

“Point me Sirius Black” Eliza murmured. Surely they must have taken the wards down to sneak in right?

Her wand seemed to shudder before falling flatly in her palm.

She guessed she would have to do things the old fashioned way.

Picking a door at random Eliza opened it up and peered inside curiously. Upon seeing something that disgustingly looked like brains in a vat she turned and slammed the door behind her. Eliza wasn’t afraid of a bit of gore but she really, truly, did not want to know what they were doing in there.