"Find Hermione! Meet me back at the lifts and then we need to get the fuck out!" Harry growled. Ron didn't need to be told twice: he hurtled, white-faced towards the Department of Magical Law Enforcement without a backwards glance. Harry dashed into the Atrium of the Ministry and into sheer pandemonium. The last time he had seen such panic in this place, it had been largely on account of him and his friends, about this time four years ago, as he and Ron and Hermione had made another mad dash for the lifts, a Horcrux in hand.