Still, he follows Dumbledore, Sirius gently guiding him on. It’s obvious that Sirius doesn’t want this either, but he doesn’t dare go against Dumbledore. They reach the place of prophecies. It’s almost beautiful, row upon row of shelves of foggy glass spheres. He’s pointed to one on a shelf just above his head. He reaches out, and it glows at his approach and feels warm in his hand. Dumbledore leads them on through the Department of Mysteries. In a room with a large arch, like something broken from a larger wall, filled with mist and discordant whispers, they meet their escort. It seems most of the vaunted Order of the Phoenix is there. That’s when things fall apart.