Road to...Love

Traitor

Ron and Harry immediately apparate outside the gringotts.
They walk in to fetch the "Theif's downfall". They entered the carts to fill the vial with the water, but was stopped by a pair of goblins.

The stout structures, looked up at Harry glaringly, "What do you want?" Asked the stouter one with a broad corrosive voice.

"Your name Sir?" Asked Harry.

"Frill" he replied in the same tone.

"We are here to fetch some Theif's downfall. Can we?" Asked Harry in the most polite manner. Never offend a Goblin.

"Why do you need sooo.....?" Asked the taller one, with pointed nose and squeaky voice.

"Uh... We heard it's a pious water" said Harry when the already wrinkled forehead of the Goblins furrowed more. Harry looked for a particular reason in his brain box when Ron spoke up, "It was Griphook's wish, to bring a vial of the pious water and sprinkle it on evil places. I hope you heard about the attack two days before".

"Sir Griphook!!" The Frill named Goblin's eyes glinted with tears, "He died as a Martyr. Standing against the most evil soul, with his courage filled chest. His mightiness-"

"Sir?" Interrupted Harry in between, "We respect your emotions but, we are in a hurry" he then added.

"Oh. Go in! Go in! Boy. You both are doing a great job. Keeping Sir Griphook wishes alive in your thoughts" said the taller one Goblin named Xac.

Harry and Ron immediately entered the cart and it took them to the Theif's downfall.

"How did you know about Griphook's death anniversary?" Asked Harry while they were moving towards the waterfall.

"I didn't. His portrait was hung on the wall" replied Ron smirking to which Harry gave a happy nod.

They reach the waterfall and collect few drops in the glass vial and move out of the Gringotts thanking the Goblin.

"So that Longbottom is of no use now....."

They immediately apparated to the burrow.
"Here" Harry said handling the vial to the Hermione.

She entered the washroom, mixed the contents in a bucket of water and the leviated it out. She the pulled off the spell and the water fell directly on top of Neville's head, along with the bucket.

"Oww!!" Neville shrieked shaking his head fast as the bucket hit him hard.

He looked at himself, tied on a chair.

"Hermione!!" Ron shouted out when he spotted the blood flow on the top of her hand.

"What did you do Malfoy?!?" Ron growled clutching Malfoy's collar.

"Ask you mate Longbottom" replied Draco jerking Ron back, leaving him frowning, "....and don't you dare Weasely! You can't even think of affording the material"

"Enough!!" Hermione roared.
"And Ron, Malfoy didn't do anything" she said softly.

"What did I do?" Asked Neville hesitantly, "Hermione??"

"Uhh..."

"You were not in your sense. You were under imperius cure. You tried torture yourself while hitting your head on the hands of your chair. Granger put her hand in between to help you" said Malfoy. And with every word Neville felt the pit of his stomach churning and his heart being heavy.

"I am sorry Hermione" he apologized when Hermione hugged him, "It's okay Neville, you were not in your senses".

"Sorry Ron" he apologized after getting out of the hug.