The Slytherin princess

Chapter 83 // flying with the dragon

Hermione's POV

The dark lord took the wand from Dumbledore's cold, dead hands, he admired it then shot a bright, white spark into the air

*

we marched through the courtyard. I looked around me, my eyes caught on a few dementors floating around the castle, no wonder life's been so depressing, I thought

My eyes then found Snape, standing in one of the empty window frames, just standing there, watching the lonely, grey sky. Clouds flying miserably through it.

I wonder if nature knows what's coming, if it somehow knows a war is starting... or that it already has

*

"how do I look?"

They'd been forming a plan for the past few days, they need to get into Bellatrix's vault and somehow Parkinson had gotten one of Bellatrix's hairs and now, she looked exactly like her

"hideous"

if Bellatrix washed her hair and brushed her teeth at least once in a while, she wouldn't be that ugly

"you can give that to Pansy to hold, all right, Griphook?" she bent down for the goblin to put the sword in her bag

They each held hands with each other "we're relying on you Griphook. If you get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword is yours"

goblins are trickly little things, you probably should've said 'and get us out' too, I can guarantee he won't help you get back out

They disapparated

They reappeared in Diagon alley, somehow it's even more dark and gloomy than last time I saw it. Not a surprise really.

Parkinson walked into the open when Mace Camus walked past "madam Lestrange" he nodded

"good morning" if I could, I would have smacked her across the head, idiot. He looked at her weirdly but kept on walking

"good morning?" she turned back to her friends "good-morning?" she walked back down the few steps, into the shadows "your Bellatrix Lestrange not some dewy-eyed school girl-"

"hey, easy"

"she gives us away, we might as well use that sword to slit our own throats, understand?" damn bestie's dark

"no, he's right. I was being stupid"

"okay. let's do it"

Griphook jumped onto Potter's back, Gingy threw the invisibility cloak over him and they set off

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Eventually, they got to Gringotts

Parkinson walked up the aisle, Weasel at her side. She didn't seem very confident and Bellatrix-like, especially since her heel kept failing

She got to the front desk

"ahem" that was the quietest 'ahem' ever "I wish to enter my vault" she isn't doing a very good impression, but she's trying very hard I'll give her that

"Identification?"

"I hardly think that'll be necessary" the goblin finally lifted his head to see her "madam Lestrange" he turned around to do something

"I don't like to be kept waiting" a few minutes later the head goblin took the other one's place

"Madam Lestrange, would you mind presenting your wand?" they know she doesn't have her wand