Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Captives Unchained and Riches Obtained

(Y/N)'s POV

Our plans were made, preparations complete; in the smallest bedroom a single long, coarse black hair plucked from the sweater Hermione had been wearing at Malfoy Manor lay curled in a small glass phial on the mantelpiece.

We had talked over every spell and every contingency that Griphook had to offer us about Gringotts and had formulated something that resembled a plan, Ron sent his letters, then we went over the plan until we had it memorised just like with the Ministry.

"-And you'll be using her actual wand," said Harry, nodding toward the walnut wand, "so I reckon you'll be pretty convincing." He reassured Hermione for the second time in five minutes. She looked frightened that the wand might sting or bite her as she picked it up.

"I hate this thing," she said in a low voice. "I really hate it. It feels all wrong, it doesn't work properly for me. . . . It's like a bit of her." "It'll probably help you get in character, though," said Ron.

"Yeah 'Mione, you can go all method with it and beat Ron up whenever he talks out of line." I suggested "Think what that wand's done!"  Ron said, "But that's my point!" countered Hermione.

"This is the wand that tortured Neville's mum and dad, and who knows how many other people? This is the wand that killed Sirius!" "Well, after we're done with it we can turn it into ash, or if you'd like we can give it to Neville to break, but for right now, we need it"

"I miss my wand," Hermione said miserably. "I wish Mr. Ollivander could have made me another one too." Mr. Ollivander had sent Luna a new wand that morning. She was out on the back lawn at that moment, testing its capabilities in the late afternoon sun.

Dean, who had lost his wand to the Snatchers, was watching rather gloomily. The door of the bedroom opened and Griphook entered. "We've just been checking the last-minute stuff, Griphook.

We've told Bill and Fleur we're leaving tomorrow, and we've told them not to get up to see us off." We had been firm on this point, because Hermione would need to transform into Bellatrix before we left, and the less that Bill and Fleur knew or suspected about what we were about to do, the better, we had also explained that we would not be returning.

We were given a parting gift though, we had 'lost' Perkins's old tent on the night that the Snatchers caught us, so Bill had lent us another one, which I had taken a solemn oath to protect with my life. It was packed inside the beaded bag.

I knew the plan through and through now, so for me the hardest part of leaving Shell Cottage took place the afternoon before we left, I sat down with Winky and explained that I would have to leave her again. She was distraught.

I spent what felt like hours trying to calm her and reassure her that Bill and Fleur could care for her until she was ready. "They are going to take care of you until you feel better, then you can go back to Hogwarts if you'd like, or you can stay with the Weasley's at Muriel's."

"I is wanting to come with you!" She protested, her eyes getting teary. "Master (Y/N) is always getting hurt and being in danger. Winky must protect her master...Winky is missing her...family." She said timidly, avoiding my eyes to prevent offending me.

I welled up, pulling her into a hug, "I know, and I miss you too, every day, but I don't want you to get hurt again," I wiped the tears from her eyes and raised her chin so she was looking at me, "I love you too much to ever see you hurt like that again."

She blushed but said, "Well Winky is feeling the same!" she huffed, wiping her eyes on her dress. It was a pointless effort; she began wailing again as she held onto me for dear life.

"You is not going. Winky is not letting you!" she said as she wrapped her small arms around me to keep me here. I sighed. "As much as I wish I could stay, this is really important stuff we are doing Wink."