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Summary: Harry and the rest of the Ministry Six discover a previously unsuspected chamber inside the Department of Mysteries, while fleeing from Riddle's Death Eaters.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Games > Comic/SuperheroGreywizardFR1511,9282132,68810 Mar 1310 Mar 13Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss, and UPN and the WB (as they then were), not me. Yes, I agree that's outrageous, but I've learned to deal with it.

Category: Non-Buffy, Harry Potter-Game crossover.

Time Frame: Takes place while Harry and his friends are running around the Department of Mysteries during 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,' but things didn't necessarily run exactly as they did in the book or the movie.

Spoilers: Nope, none intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None, whatsoever, this time around

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: Yes, this is definitely a crack!fic, but I also think this concept would fit perfectly into the Wizarding World as JKR has described it. Tell me I'm wrong, after you read the story, but you'll need to provide documentation to prove your point, if you're planning on doing so.

Author’s Note 4: This particular plot bunyip appeared, pretty much full-blown, when I was reading DigiSim's review of my previous Harry Potter crossover 'The Power(Up) They Know Not' and my muse began chuckling evilly and rubbing her hands together. Be afraid! Be *very* afraid!


Department of Mysteries
Ministry of Magic

As he led his injured and dazed friends down one of the dimly-lit, maze-like Ministry corridors in a desperate effort to elude the Death Eaters pursuing them, Harry Potter stumbled over an irregularity in the floor, and almost fell flat on his face.

As his hand bumped against the stone wall while trying to catch his balance, Harry felt something depress beneath his fingers, and a four foot wide section of wall abruptly disappeared, exposing a small, previously concealed chamber.

Throwing a hurried glance back over his shoulder, Harry made a spur of the moment decision and urged his companions into the previously concealed room.

A moment after all six teens had crowded into what looked to be a storeroom of some kind, the corridor wall reappeared, once again hiding the room's existence from any casual observers.

"Does anyone have any idea about what this place might be?" Harry looked around and asked, somewhat distractedly, while Neville Longbottom helped Hermione Granger ease a clearly confused and befuddled Ron Weasley into a sitting position against one of the walls.

As Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley's somewhat-unusually-minded fourth-year classmate, helped the redhead maneuver herself into a sitting position against another wall and began examining her friend's injured ankle, the blonde released gave a small shrug and said, "It's probably just another of the Ministry's many concealed storage facilities, where they're hiding irrefutable evidence of either their dealings with the Rotfang Conspiracy or the various dimensional travelers they've captured and imprisoned over the past three hundred and twenty-seven years."

As Hermione gave an indignant snort at what she clearly considered yet another of Luna's fantasies/conspiracy theories and opened her mouth to begin arguing with her, she heard Harry exclaim, "What in the name of Merlin –!?"

Looking up to see what it was that had triggered Harry's exclamation, the brilliant brunette saw the dark-haired youth staring at a dimly-lit glass case, reminiscent of a sarcophagus, a bit further into the room.

"Hermione – is this who I think – does this remind you of anything?" Potter asked, his eyes not leaving the see-through enclosure as she scrambled to her feet and moved to join him.

"Harry, what the matter?" the brunette witch asked, before then exclaiming, "Good Lord! Harry! Is that –?", as she moved closer to view the glass case's contents.

The flabbergasted young witch was dumbfounded as she stared at the clearly male body on display inside the glass container – someone who appeared to be a solidly-built man with a bushy brown mustache, who was wearing a red baseball hat, red shirt, white gloves, blue coveralls and brown workman's boots, and who was lying prone on a board tilted at a sixty degree angle.

Staring in bewilderment at the large red 'M" inside the white circle emblazoned on the front of the man's cap, Hermione turned, wide-eyed with astonishment, to look at the equally shocked expression on her friend's face.

"It can't be…" she began, before trailing off uncertainly.

"Yeah you're right," Harry nodded uncertainly, although his voice lacked any sense of conviction as he turned to look at the well-preserved body in the display case once again.

"But then again, I've witnessed so many things that I'd previously thought were impossible since finding out I was a witch," Hermione slowly began speaking again, "that I'd really hate to say that anything is actually impossible, anymore."

"Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel, too," Harry agreed with his best friend.

Focusing his attention on what appeared to be a brown leather backpack on the floor of the case next to one of the brown work shoes, Harry indicated the sack with a nod of his head. He then said, with an incipient grin, "What do you think might be in that?"

"I don’t know," Hermione shook her head, a matching grin growing on her own face. "Why don't we find out?"

"Uh, Harry," the pair heard Neville hesitantly interrupting their conversation.

"Do, uh, do you two know who that guy is?" Longbottom asked as he indicated the body in the case with a nod of his head.

"Not personally. Nev. No," Harry shook his head negatively.

"Oh. That's good," the Longbottom heir replied, somewhat uncertainly. "Isn't it?"

"We don't know him, but we think we might know who this person is, from some muggle video games," Hermione explained, as she and Harry began examining the case's frame for a way to open it.

"And yes, it could be very good," Granger added, somewhat absently while the four pureblooded witches and wizards watched them, completely baffled at their friends' apparent excitement.

Seeing their friends' baffled expressions at her comment, Hermione shook her head and said, "Never mind for now. Harry and I'll explain everything later, okay?"

A moment later, Harry pulled the case door open and he frowned, as he realized the man was dead. { Damn it. } Hermione didn’t notice, she was too busy snatching the bag off the bottom of the compartment.

"Harry! Look!" the brunette witch exclaimed exultantly as she began pulling a variety of items out of the apparently bottomless bag she was holding.

The orange flowers, fist-sized mushrooms and golden five-pointed stars (which held a pair of beady black eyes) Hermione was pulling out of the bag produced a smile just as wide as his best friend's. But it was the black one-piece coverall she produced which really made Harry's face light up, as he more or less forgot about the useless corpse in the glass container.

"Those tossers aren't going to know what hit them!" Harry declared with a wide grin as he looked for the zipper on the coverall.

"And I mean that, literally!" Potter added, as he began pulling the coverall on over his regular clothes, while Hermione began distributing the others objects to their friends.

"Ginny, Luna, we've only got a limited number of items here, so I'm only going to be giving you guys the defensive items, since we don't have time to show you how to use the fire flowers properly," Hermione told her friends as she began handing out some of the things she had removed from the bag. "You'll still be able to use your wands, though, so feel free to cast at any Death Eaters you might see.

"Neville," the petite brunette witch turned to address her larger House-mate, "once we start heading back, you're going to have to carry both Ginny and Ron, because neither of them can move very quickly on their own, right now.

"But trust me, these things are going to make it much easier for you to do that," she assured him with an encouraging smile as she handed him several of the mushrooms she'd gotten from the bag.

"Once we leave this room, you just need to…"


"Where did those brats go?" Lucius Malfoy snarled angrily as he paused in his inspection of the hallway before him. "We need to find them, so that Potter can't –"

Whatever the blond-haired Death Eater was about to say would go forever unheard, since an unidentifiable whirling object suddenly struck him directly in the face, breaking his nose, forcefully removing the majority of his teeth and, fortunately for the normally-sneering aristocrat, rendering him unconscious as it knocked him back against the corridor's stone wall.

Dolohov was utterly mystified as he looked down at Malfoy's bleeding body – only to see what appeared to be some sort of muggle mallet or hammer lying next to the insensate Death Eater's head.

"What in the name of Merlin –" the Azkaban escapee began to say, before he, too, was struck in the chest by an orange-reddish sphere the size of a softball, which immediately exploded into a massive ball of fire, immolating him completely before he could even scream in mixed surprise and agony.

Snapping her head and her wand around to stare down the corridor in the direction from which both unexpected attacks had come, Bellatrix Lestrange was dumfounded to see what, after blinking and giving them a second look, appeared to be Potter and his friends running towards them.

However, *this* group didn't look at all like the group they had been chasing just a few minutes earlier.

Potter looked to be wearing some sort of black, one-piece muggle-style outfit which covered him completely, including his head, while leaving only his face exposed. The arrogant little halfblood bastard also appeared to be holding a hammer – like the one which had assaulted Lucius a moment ago – in each hand.

And right next to him was someone who looked a great deal like Potter's pet mudblood, although this girl's clothes, as well as her hair, were a bright red with white trim, and she was holding what looked like a fireball in each hand.

Behind them were what looked like the rest of their group, although each of those children appeared different from those whom they'd been pursuing, too.

Longbottom was now even larger than Dumbledore's pet half-giant, at nearly twelve feet tall, and he was carrying both of the Weasley brats in his oversize arms, while the Lovegood bitch was easily keeping pace with his giant strides, all the while shimmering brightly as though she were some sort of phantasm.

Bellatrix was jolted out of her stunned surprised as she saw Potter’s mudblood pet hurl two of the fireballs in her direction, and she was then far too occupied trying to remove herself from the path of the impending destruction flying her way, at far too fast a speed, to even be able to attempt a counter-spell.

Slamming up against Macnair and Crabbe in her efforts to escape in the far too confining passageway, Bellatrix looked around to see an onslaught of fireballs and hammers headed their way…

…and she didn't even have time to scream before the flames engulfed her.


Staring at the scattered ashes and slowly bleeding-out bodies littering the passageway in front of them, Harry unleashed a small sigh of relief and shook his head as he considered all the various ways things could gone, if they hadn't been fortunate enough to have discovered the hidden room.

"We should get out of here as quickly as we can, before someone actually competent shows up, Harry," the Boy-Who-Lived heard Hermione saying to him, and he recognized the accuracy of her advice.

"You're right, Hermione," Harry nodded his agreement, then waited 'til her back was turned to bring the hammer down on Malfoy’s head, thus hopefully removing another problem from their future.

"But first, I think I want to hear exactly what this prophecy Riddle is so keen on getting actually says," he told her as he reached into the bottomless bag, where they'd stored the prophecy orb, and pulled it out.

The radiant crystal began glowing even brighter as he held in the palm of his hand, and then all six teens paid rapt attention as they heard a woman's voice speak.

"The ones with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approach, and Hell follows with them…"


The End

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