Harry-Dementor

20- Drunk Dementor

"Pssh! Snape!" Harry hissed to his companion as they stepped off the lift into the empty entryway to the ministry.

"Invisible people are supposed to be silent," Snape whispered back irritably.

"Where's the thing he wants me to get? The prophesy, right?" Harry sent the piece of parchment with the question hastily scribbled on it to Snape as he skirted around the vampire and got his first look into the atrium of the ministry. It was massive, tiled in marble, had a hideous fountain, and most importantly, was crawling with Death Eaters.

Snape ducked behind a pillar before he could be seen and pulled his mask on. "I thought you didn't want to hear it?"

Harry shrugged, then remembered Snape couldn't see him. He scribbled on the parchment again. "I don't, but it might be good to have a bargaining chip in case things don't go to plan...by the way...do we have a plan?"

"Gods, this is the most Gryffindor thing I've ever done in my life!" Snape hissed out quietly as he hit his head softly on the pillar behind him. "I blame being forced to live with Albus and the mutt for months."

"Ok...so I'm going to take that as a no," Harry chuckled thinking that Snape was acting very Harry-like instead of Gryffindor-like.

The man let out a breath. "Right, so I will sneak out there and join in the group," he explained with another glance around the pillar. "I'll stay unnoticed until we get a chance to grab him and run, or I could make a portkey maybe. Lupin is there in the middle," he pointed.

Harry moved around the pillar to look. Moony looked terrible. He was lying on the floor, covered in cuts, bruises, and he looked to be barely conscious. A feral looking man stood over him. "Is that Fenrir Greyback?" He asked with his parchment, having heard about the werewolf that could only be described as an insane demon who enjoyed pain, especially the pain of children.

Snape snorted. "Yes, and while I'm trying to come up with a plan to get Lupin out while maintaining my position as a spy, you will go down to the Department of Mysteries and grab the prophesy. Take the lift down to the very bottom and then follow the signs to the Hall of Prophesies."

"Great, so I grab the prophesy, then what?" The dementor looked around for stairs since they would be faster for the flying dementor than a lift.

"Bring it up and find me. I'll tell you what I've come up with. Can you recognize me with my mask on?" Snape asked in interest.

Harry really would have rolled his eyes if he had any, instead he hastily scribbled a response. "Snape...I don't have eyes. Your mask doesn't hide who you are at all. I've been around you enough that I could sense your soul in any room."

"That's a bit...disturbing," Snape shuddered. "Fine, you come up and find me. If you get a chance to, in order of importance to this current mission, eat Greyback since he will not leave Lupin, then the Dark Lord, then Bellatrix."

"Cool, I'm a bit hungry," Harry smiled broadly and applied some lip balm in anticipation of a good meal upcoming.

"A word of warning," Snape said with a hint of worry, stopping Harry who had already started to leave. "Apparently, the Dark Lord can actually cast a patronus, so stay invisible if at all possible. How that's even remotely possible is a question for another time, but I'm assured he can do it. And if you happen to see a green light heading my direction, I'd really appreciate a bit of help."