Through The War

alarms blaring overhead

A/N: i don't really like re-writing real chapters so i'm going to leave a website here so you can read it, and imagine ginny there as well, under the invisibility cloak like harry and griphook, also, i'm putting what i DID use from the books in italics( just search up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Gringotts chapter )

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"What do we do now?" Harry asked breathlessly, doing all he could to not collapse onto the sand they crawled onto, watching the dragon they jumped off drink water on a faraway bank.

"What do you mean, what do we do now?" Hermione asked, changing into different robes, wringing out the drenched ones.

"Well, I don't know, Hermione." Said Ron in a faulty confused tone. "I think they might know we broke into Gringotts."

The group laughed, mostly delirious from lack of sleep, food and water. Harry laughed until his throat felt raw.

"I can't believe we actually did that, though," Said Harry conversationally.

"Yeah," Ginny laid on her back, catching her breath. "Who would've thought, like two years ago, that we'd end up breaking into Gringotts, 'steal' from it and ride out on a fucking dragon!"

Harry smirked. "It does sound cool when you say it like that."

"Of course it does, you're Harry Fucking Potter." Ron laughed, and Harry cracked a smile. He missed messing around with Ron. It seemed this whole past year they'd been distant.

"And you're Ronald Weaslebee." Harry teased, and Ron tackled him.

"Oi!" Ginny interrupted. "He's my boyfriend, no flirting." She joked, dragging Harry off Ron and slinging an arm around his shoulders as they all laughed.

Hermione began to reply, but her voice was drowned out and replaced with inexplicable pain, and Harry had to shut his eyes to not make a noise, his scar on fire. It felt like his brain was detaching itself from it's body.

He was seeing glimpses of him - he was angry, really angry - furious, actually. In flashes came, and Harry could see the images of the Hufflepuff cup, the locket, the ring, a type of tiara and lastly - the snake. It was in unbearable, but Harry forced himself to see.

He was standing in a dimly lit room, and a semicircle of wizards faced him, and on the floor at his feet knelt a small, quaking figure.

"What did you say to me?" His voice was high and cold, but fury and fear burned inside him. The one thing that he had dreaded-- but it could not be true, he could not see how...

The goblin was trembling, unable to meet the red eyes high above his.

"Say it again!" murmured Voldemort. "Say it again!"

"M-my Lord," stammered the goblin, its black eyes wide with terror, "m-my Lord... we t-tried to st-stop them... Im-impostors, my Lord... broke -broke into the--into the Lestranges' vault..."

"Impostors? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had ways of revealing impostors? Who were they?"

"It was... it was... the P-Potter b-boy and the t-two accomplices..."

"And they took?" he said, his voice rising, a terrible fear gripping him, "Tell me! What did they take?"

"A... a s-small golden c-cup m-my Lord..."

The scream of rage, of denial left him as if it were a stranger's. He was crazed, frenzied, it could not be true, it was impossible, nobody had known. How was it possible that the boy could have discovered his secret?