Chapter 64 - Harry Potter.

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We had all been running for some time, Fred's obsessive rants about the safety of his girlfriend and the baby were staring to get a little tedious.

" Are we sure she'll make it there in tim- " He began on yet another rant, I tuned him out now, focusing on the way my feet felt as they pounded across the dirt floor. The goblin had promised to help us get there and said to meet him out the front, As we neared the bank, Hermione and Ron divvied up the poly juice potion. Placing in the hairs of the people they had taken them from, I took the cloak out, ready to conceal when we advanced.

The goblin was there, waiting. He waved us over to a small alleyway and gestured his hands in a manic expression, inclining Hermione and Ron drank he potion now. They did as asked and were soon two seperate people. Hermione as Bellatrix sent chills down my spine, but I shrugged them off.

" I don't think there will be room for four under the cloak Harry. " Vess stated, I observed the large sheet, only now seeing the small flaw in our plan. She considered our options for a moment.

" I'm sure Draco and I could just walk in- " She began but the goblin shook his head, automatically. As he did this, I noticed the small cut on his cheek had slowly began healing, I smiled.

" You're both known as a blood traitors now. " He informed them both, her jaw went rigid for a short moment before nodding, with a slight smile. I was surprised she was at all happy by the news, she looked at my expression.

" Well, at least they know i'm not siding with them. " She said, with a shrug. I nodded, smiling at the way she had decided to choose us rather than her own family. I still had all my defences up around Draco, so as he walked forward I let my smile fall.

" Well that's just grand. " He said, crossing his arms and observing us all with a scarce glance. He rested his eyes on his sister who shrugged, he smirked slightly, stepping back. Twin telepathy or something?

" Okay - well, what are we going to do then? " Ron, well the man who we knew was Ron asked. I looked over at the goblin, seeking help. He looked between Vesper and Draco, making a face.

" Well, this is quite the predicament. " He told us, he crossed one arm against the length of his torso, tapping the other arm on his chin, quizzically. He thought like this for a short moment and it took a large amount of restraint not to demand he hurry, he finally held up one finger.

" With a slight hair colour change, you could pass for Mr Nott. " He told Draco, who in return made a sour expression. I couldn't help but laugh lightly, he shot me a harsh glare before nodding at the goblin.

" We can't just whip out a hair dye kit- " Fred begun but Hermione held up a hand at him, interrupting his sentence as she pulled out her wand. She murmured a charm, and then made a large hand action before Draco's face. His hair slowly changed to a dull brown colour, he looked at Hermione in horror.

" You foul- " He begun, but stopped himself, shaking his head before turning back to the goblin.

" What about my sister? " He asked, crossing his arms impatiently. He always had patience issues didn't he? perhaps it was a Malfoy trait rather than a Draco trait because Vess began tapping her foot.

" Your mother? " The goblin asked, Vess's eyebrows perked up as did the corners of her mouth. I couldn't help but believe that being told she looked like her mother was a compliment.

Hermione followed the same steps, except twice, once to change her hair brown and the other to change the under-part a familiar bright blonde colour. Vess smiled then observed the dress she had decided to wear, it looked remarkably similar to the one she wore in the manor, except now with long sleeves.

She ripped the sleeves off, revealing the dark-mark. She nodded to everyone, placing her hands on her hips.

" Okay, ready. " She announced as we all looked at her slightly confused, she held her hands out, indicating we go on further. I chuckled lightly as I picked up the goblin, placing him on my shoulders and engulfing Fred in the cloak as well.

Hermione strutted forward, tripping over the high-heels once or twice. I nearly burst out laughing at how she portrayed Bellatrix, Vesper mumbled something to her and I couldn't help but notice her walking in the heels came easier.

She walked up to the front desk, now holding her hands on her hips. She looked up at the man.

" I wish to see my vault. " She announced, her voice predominantly.. well Hermione-like? The goblin looked up from his book and stared down at her, a slightly bemused expression on his face.

I couldn't help but grimace as Hermione sorted out her words, she was acting more scholar and less manic killer.

" My vault. " She said again, tapping her long finger-nails on the desk of the goblin. He smiled lightly, holding out his hand.

" Your key please. " He asked, serenely. She looked back at where the cloak was for a short second and I could see panic plainly on her eyes, she opened her mouth and then shut it as the only noise that proceeded was that of stammering.

" I hardly see that necessary. " Vess jumped forward, holding her own hands on her hips. The goblin exchanged his gaze over to Vesper another bemused expression now present.

" She's Bellatrix lestrange. Not some unworthy mud-blood. " Draco spat, walking forward slowly. I couldn't help but thinking he was taking this role a little too seriously, since staying with us he had refrained from making many rude comments towards Hermione. After a long talking from his sister, that is.

" Oh! My apologies. " The goblin said, laughing lightly and looking ahead of the small group clustered.

" He knows they're fakes. Security will be here. " A voice whispered behind me, I nearly yelped in fright, remembering the goblin on my back, I began walking forward immediately.

I held my wand up to his face and hesitantly whispered a charm, he turned to face the group, now giddy like.

" Follow me. " He giggled, I couldn't help but smile at this newfound behaviour that was very un-goblin like.

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