Surviving Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Twenty-Six - Dragons

Word Count: 2,433 words. 

Warnings: None. 

The Goblin that how shown us to the Vault had vanished when we rushed out of it, turning a corner and hurrying towards where the loud noise had come from.

"Hey!" I called out, spotting a different Goblin giggling to himself in front of a closed Vault. "What are you doing?"

Stopping, I looked between the door and the creature. There was shouting behind the locked Vault. The Goblin laughed again before waving one of his hands. The Sword of Gryffindor sat in his other.

"Give that back," I warned him, embracing my power and outstretching a hand.

His face flashed with fear for a moment before shaking his head. The Goblin retreated backwards slowly, the wand being moved behind his back as his grip tightened. "You can take it from me, or you can save your friends. They're drowning in gold."

I turned towards the Vault, hearing the strained shouts from behind the iron door. When I faced the Goblin again, he had vanished from view.

"Shit," I cursed, turning my power on my trapped friends. Black tendrils flecked with gold fell from my fingertips, wrapping around the hinges of the door. Another chain snapped in my mind but I ignored it, pushing myself further. I pulled back, ripping the Vault open. 

Gold and silver fell through the gap I had created, a wave of riches surging towards me. Draco's arm wrapped around arm, pulling me to the side before I could be washed away.

There were loud shouts as three figures emerged from the open Vault, falling onto the pile of Bellatrix's fortune. "Potter?" I asked, moving forward.

I spotted the raven-haired boy struggling to stand in the mess that had been created and reached my hand out to talk his arm firmly, helping him to his feet.

"Get of me!" he shouted, pushing me away.

I held my hands up in defence. "I'm only trying to help Potter."

"You've done enough of that," he warned.

I watched as Ron and Hermione struggled to their feet in the sea of gold and silver, holding onto each other to keep steady. Hermione had an odd outfit on, one that reminded me of something Bellatrix would wear. Her hair was done up similarly too.

"Polyjuice potion," I directed it towards the bushy-haired girl. "Clever."

"Harry," Draco spoke up from behind me and I watched the hesitant Gryffindor turn his head to look at my cousin. His features softened.

"Draco," he greeted, almost in relief.

Loud sirens rang out around us, and angry shouts echoed through the caves of Gringotts. "Shit," I cursed. "You have to get out of here."

"We have our own way out," Harry told me, turning to step over the gold. He handed something to Hermione which she quickly shoved into the bag on her wrist.

"Is that a Horcrux?" I questioned, following them as they began to hurry down the tunnel. Draco followed me.

"That's nothing you need concern yourself with," he replied, turning a corner.

"I think it just might be. Do you have a plan to get out of here?" He only walked quicker away from me as the sound of the alarms grew in strength. I hurried after him. 

"Yes actually," Harry replied, wand now in hand.

"What is it?" I retaliated, grabbing the sleeve of his arm and turning him to face me.