When two worlds collide.

Trying not to die.

As the trio find their feet, the dragon roars and spits fire which illuminates the tunnel. Shadows approach, stretching over the tunnel walls. Gringotts goblins and guards.

"Griphook!" Alex yells in anger.

Griphook merely looks back, grins madly and, sword in hand, rushes to join the approaching throng.

"Thieves!" Griphook yells. "Help! Thieves!"

"Foul little git. Least we've got Bogrod!" George pants as they watch over the scene in front of them.

The dragon spits again reducing Bogrod to dust.

"Oh. That's unfortunate.." Fred mutters.

"We can't just stand here! Whos got an idea?" Alex groans loudly.

"You're asking us?" George scoffs. "You're brilliant one!" Fred states.

"I've got something. But it's mad.." Alex wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.

Fred and George eye the approaching throng before turning back to Alex with looks of mild panic. Steeling herself, she raises her wand.

"REDUCTO!" Alex breaks the gate before running and jumping upon the large dragon.

"WELL, COME ON!" She yells.

"RELASHIO!" The irons cuffs on the dragon snap free.

"This is your idea?" George gasps.

Fred fires stunning spells toward the goblins as he pelts toward the dragon and flings himself onto its neck. Fred jumps up behind. The dragon doesn't move.

"It doesn't realize it's fucking free.." Alex mutters, trying out a variety of spells "Leviosa! Aviatus! Ex Cappa!"

Nothing seemed to be working. Fred and George glance at each other and then, as if reading each other's mind, they raise their wands high and, as one, jave the dragon with the tip of their wands. It roars, and soars into the air. As it caroms off the sides of the tunnel and scrapes the ceiling, the trio duck, watching the goblins scatter like skittles and dust and debris rain down. Alex looks back, sees the dragon's tail thrashing, the tunnel caving.

A low rumble is heard, growing louder, then a massive cloud dust billows forth and...the dragon bursts into view. It soars by, wings flapping, eyes blind, gulping fresh air.

The Hall above trembles, fissures appear and the dragon erupts through the floor. Pillars spill, goblins dive for cover.

The grand facade of Gringotts disintegrates as the dragon penetrates, wheels upward and beats toward the sky.

The dragon soars over London, shedding scales and debris as the dust-ridden trio hunker low, the cool breeze bathing their blistered skin.

"That was brilliant! BRILLIANT!" Fred bellows in delight.

George looks down and realises he's on a dragon, several hundred feet in the air before he goes a bit green. "Bloody hell.."

. . .

The sun has dropped. Below, the dragon's giant shadow passes over patches of brown and green.

The trio shiver as they cling to the dragon. Alex slides a few inches. She peers up, past the beast's head.

"We're dropping!" Alex exclaims.

The dragon circles, lower and lower. A lake shimmers below.

"I say we jump!" Fred yells.

"When?" George groans.

"NOW!" Alex states as she lets go.

They drop like stones into the water.

Vision-

Voldemort, in a rage, wand slashing the air, as he murders Goblins and guards, their bodies falling.
Nagini slithers through the falling bodies smearing the tiled floor with red as the aged goblin coughs blood and...blood runs into the eyes of the guard who had stalked Fred at Gringotts. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco survey the carnage in stunned silence, while Bellatrix and Riley, lips parted, eyes narrowed, watches a widening pool of blood encircle his boot. Voldemort had the elder wand clutched in his bony hand, speaks in Parseltongue to Nagini.

"The boy has discovered our secret, Nagini. We must find out just how much he knows. We must return to our hiding places and see if the others are safe."

A rapid succession of images flash.

Dumbledore's desk drawer sliding open, revealing Tom Riddles diary and a ring with a black stone. the underground lake; an old woman. Hepzibah smith in a parlour, her teeth black with age, opening a box to reveal Helga Hufflepuff's cup.

Hogwarts castle- the face of a beautiful, sad-eyes woman, (Helena Ravenclaw) with her equally- beautiful mother (Rowena Ravenclaw); the Lestranges vault at gringrots; a tarnished tiara, a filagreed Ravenclaw eagle among the crown's detail;

" And you, my friend, must stay close..." Voldemort speaks Parseltongue as the great snake wends its way around Voldemort's feet, we see a bloody hand gripping the Sword of Gryffindor. It is Griphook, eyes blank, body still. As we watch, the sword slowly...vanish..

Current time-

Alex, face ashen, shivers as she watches the dragon, fifty feet up, swoop down, slurp some water and fly on. Seconds later, Fred and George break the surface.

The trio crashes through the water to the shore.

"He knows.." Alex pants, her chest heaves from swimming to the shore.

"You-Know-Who. He knows we broke into Gringotts. He knows what we took. He knows we're hunting Horcruxes..." Alex tries to catch her breath but it was no use.

"How is it you-" Fred starts.

"I saw him.." Alex states.

"You let him in! Alex, you can't!" George snaps.

"I can't always help it, George!" Alex frowns. "Maybe I can...I don't know! Never mind!" She groans loudly.

"What did you see?" Fred questions.

"He's angry. But he's scared too. He's going to make sure the other Horcruxes are safe.." Alex uses her magic to conjure a towel before wrapping herself in it.

"What happens when he finds out four are gone?" George sighs.

"I reckon he'll do anything to stop us from finding the rest. There's more: one of them's at Hogwarts.."

"What?" The twins gasp. "And you saw it?" George questions.

"I saw the castle. And Rowena Ravenclaw. I think it must have something to do with her. We have to go there, now.." Alex looks up at the twins who look at each other before glancing back at her.

"Hogwarts castle it is." They sigh.

. . .