the_debt_of_time

"I can contact Severus to see if he can pass a message along," Kingsley offered, "but
if Umbridge is in league with loyalists as we suspect, he could jeopardise his role as spy,
and then we'd lose―"
"I don't give a fuck what we'd lose!" Sirius shouted, launching the glass in his hand
across the room where it shattered against the wall. No one even flinched at the display,
each and every one of them accustomed to his behaviour by this point. "This is a trap, and
Harry's going to walk right into it if we don't do something! Snape knew it was a trap! He's
one of them, and I've been saying for years that he can't be trusted! I don't care if we have
to break down the front fucking door of Hogwarts. Harry needs to be alerted!"
"Sirius―"
"No!" Sirius shouted, pushing away from Remus, who stood to try and calm him
down. "Moony, this is it. Department of Mysteries. Gone to rescue Sirius," he muttered so
only they could hear. "This is it."
"Then they've already left," Remus acknowledged.
"What are you two whispering about?" Moody snapped, his one good eye narrowed
while the magical one spun in its socket, looking behind him every half a minute so. Being
kept a prisoner in his own trunk for nine months by a psychotic Death Eater had clearly
done nothing to kerb his paranoia.
"We need to get to the Ministry now," Remus insisted. "Harry and the others will
have already escaped Hogwarts."
"How?" Tonks asked.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. We're wasting time."
"We can't just storm into the Ministry of Magic," Moody scoffed loudly. "At least
not all of us. You heard Snape yourself, Black; someone needs to stay here to tell
Dumbledore everything that's happened."
"Let the fucking elf tell him," Sirius snapped.
"You're not going!" Moody shouted.
Sirius turned and glowered at the rest of the group, his jaw tight. "Watch me."