ARRANGED TO BE LOVED ꩜ draco malfoy.

Helga Hufflepuff's Cup, the Welsh Green and Hogsmeade

Ron appears first, trailed Y/n then by Harry and Hermione, and finds Bogrod standing placidly by himself. As Harry and Hermione hang back, Ron and Y/n moves forward slowly, squinting. Something massive shifts heavily. Chains clink. He looks: a giant dragon tethered to the ground, bars access to a deep vault. Its scales are pale and flaky, its eyes milky.

"Bloody hell.- " Ron cursed

"That's a Welsh Green." Y/n continued

"It looks like it's been down here forever." Hermione piped in.

hinges squeal sharply and they jump, watch take something from a wooden box on the wall. An odd-looking metal instrument. As he steps into the light, he tosses it to Hermione. She glances from it to Griphook, sees him eyeing her with a strange intensity.

"Go on." She looks unsure. Then gives it a shake. a shrill ringing echoes off the rocky passage, eerie and unpleasant. The dragon rears back instantly, howling in fear, then, as the ringing subsides, settles. Ron nods knowingly.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise." Hermione's eyes flash to Ron, then to the scars on the dragon's face and neck.

"That's barbaric. I..." She hands the instrument back, horrified. Griphook takes

it, unmoved.

"We'll only have a few seconds. In other words... they'll be no do-overs. Understood?"The quartet eye the dragon, nod.

"Ready, Bogrod?" Griphook asked Bogrod

"Hm? Oh. Yes. Of course." Bogrod holds up his hand, waggles it. Griphook nods,

eyes the dragon. Its eyes glimmer angrily. Griphook raises the instrument... and shakes it. The cacophony is murderous. Y/n, Harry, Ron and Hermione grimace. The dragon roars hoarsely, then slowly retreats. Bogrod strides forth, blissfully ignoring the dragon's bobbing head and presses his hand to the vault's door. It melts.

All rush inside. In the ensuing silence, the dragon spits fire... just as the vault re-seals itself and all goes DARK.

"Lumos!" A quartet of wandtips bloom, illuminate a huge vault swimming in glittering treasure and eerie artifacts.

"Blimey..." Ron muttered

"Look." Y/n crosses to what appears to be the Sword of Gryffindor.

"No wonder Bellatrix thought it was real." Hermione added. Harry pays no attention, having drifted away from the others, playing his wandlight over the glittering walls.

The others notice and go silent, watching. Griphook eyes Harry with particular curiosity. Finally, Ron speaks.

"Is it here, Harry? Can you feel anything?" Harry doesn't respond, his wandlight continuing to travel over the small treasures above. Gradually, a Hum rises in his ears and he closes his eyes. As Hermione watches, transfixed, her arm dangles nary a quarter inch from the lip of a silver bowl perched on the edge of the table beside her.

The hum in Harry's ears grows louder and his wand hand begins to twitch. The beam of light trembles over the objects nestled nearest the ceiling, then settles on an ancient cup, bearing the Hufflepuff crest. Harry's scar contracts. He opens his eyes...the skin of Hermione's wrist brushes the lip of the bowl... Harry stares at the ancient cup above, glimmering dully in the light of his wand when ,Hermione yelps. As the others turn, they see her retract.Her hand, as if stung, sending the silver bowl tumbling to the floor. She holds up her wrist -- displays a red welt.

"It's hot!" All eyes turn to the bowl, wobbling madly on the floor, when... it splits apart and begins to multiply.

"They've added Gemino and Flagrante Curses! Everything you touch will burn and multiply!" Y/n said. The multiplying bowls skitter across the floor and flip into the air. As one caroms off Ron's shoe, it bursts into twenty more.