Ride the lighting

Part 12

They landed outside the cottage door and were immediately ushered inside by Bill and Ruby.

The mediwtich all but dragged Hermione straight up to her room to be checked over.

"Harry, reports of a Dragon breaking out of Gringott's have already made their way around! What in the name of Merlin have you been doing?" Bill demanded to know.

"Bill, the less you know about this the better off you'll be. I need to make sure Hermione's okay," Harry pulled away and ran straight upstairs.

He entered the room and found Ruby giving Hermione another scan.

"You know, I think you have the strongest baby ever created. Everything is fine, but Hermione you look exhausted. I insist you sleep right now or I'll put you on bed rest," Ruby handed Hermione her pajama's from the end of the bed, allowing her to finally get out of the torn deatheater clothing.

"Ruby, I need to be downstairs with the boys!" Hermione tried to get up.

"No. Ron and I will deal with it," Harry gently pushed Hermione back down.

"Whatever it is, you are not to be involved. Do you hear me lass?" Ruby's Scottish accent came out in full force.

Hermione sighed and nodded.

Ruby left her to change and sleep.

Harry kissed her and bent to kiss the baby, "You sleep, I will deal with the Horcrux."

He pulled the sword from her beaded bag and took it downstairs.

"Harry, it's time you start telling me what's going on!" Bill demanded as Harry walked passed him and out of the house.

Ron automatically followed Harry and walked towards the hill where Dobby was buried, out of view of the kitchen windows and the occupants within.

"Should Malfoy be here? I mean he did help us get the cup," Ron mumbled.

"I'm already here. I need to see this."

Harry turned to see Draco had followed behind them.

Harry turned around towards the shoreline and pulled the tiny cup out of his deep jean pocket.

He laid it on the wet sand and stood, handing the sword to Draco, "Stab it. You deserve this for what you did today."

Draco held his hands up, backing away, but Harry wouldn't acknowledge his refusal. He pushed the sword into Draco's hand.

He could feel the cup humming, almost screaming to him.

"Malfoy, STAB IT," Ron yelled.

Draco took an almighty swing and brought the sharp blade of the sword down hard onto the cup.

The sound of metal screeching against metal, accompanied by a scream of pain filling the air as the wind picked up and waves from the ocean crashed against the sand wildly.

Harry fell back against the wet sand, grasping his head. Scorching pain ran across his forehead beginning at his lightning shaped scar, pulling him into Voldermort's mind.

Voldermort was angry, the Potter boy had gotten into the vault, and the Malfoy's had kept the son's defection secret. He threw curses at Lucius and Narcissa in their own dining room, Crucio after Crucio.

They were to blame for the loss of the cup.

Harry tried with all his might to pull away, but the pain kept him in the vision. He watched as Voldermort tore from the Malfoy estate and hurtle through the sky.