More Than Magic (Hermione x Male reader)

Year 7 - Together We Can Do Anything

"They know she's an imposter! They've been warned!" Griphook said. 

Ron looks back and watches the two goblins return to Hermione I just look around and see the goblins are just as uninterested as always. 

"Madam Lestrange. Would you mind presenting your wand?" Bogrod said.

"And why should I do that?" Hermione said.

Just then, the guard across the room begins to walk toward Ron. Ron's eyes dance. He averts his face.

"Harry, what do we do? Harry...?" Ron said.

No response. Ron extends his hand as casually as he can and finds only empty space.

"It's the bank's policy. I'm sure you understand, given the current climate," Bogrod said. 

"No, I most certainly do not understand," Hermione said. 

Sensing Harry's presence, she falters, her own voice emerging through Bellatrix's. Bogrod eyes her intensely and shifts to me before back to her. 

"I'm afraid I must insist," Bogrod said. 

As the guard closes on Ron, Ron looks about frantically, reaching for his wand when a gust of wind fills the Hall, sending the ledgers trembling again. The guard approaching Ron shifts his gaze briefly to the entrance, as do the Aged Goblin and Bogrod. None see Harry's hand slip from the cloak, his wand pointed at Bogrod.

"Imperio," I hear Harry whisper.

The door glides shut. The wind dies. Bogrod blinks. 

"Very well, Madam Lestrange. If you will follow me," Bogron said. 

"But... Bogrod, there have been special instructions regarding the Lestrange vault," The aged goblin said. 

"I'm fully aware of that. I'm also aware the Lestranges are one of our oldest and most respected families," Bogrod said. 

"Yes, sir, but our instructions are very specific," The aged goblin said. 

"Let me be specific with you, Ricbert. I've run this bank for forty-five years, long before anyone had even heard of a DeathEater. The day may come when they feel they can run this place better than me, but that day has not yet arrived. Am I understood?" Bogrod said.

The Aged Goblin hesitates, then nods. Bogrod turns to Hermione. 

"Madam, if you will, I will escort you myself. (to the guard)Teffington, see to that door, will you?" Bogrod says. 

The guard glances at Ron, then reluctantly heads for the entrance. Ron quickly falls in line behind Hermione as Bogrod leads us out of the Hall. We get into the cart and soon we are hurtled through the darkness, ferrying the lot of us down the rickety rails, twisting and turning, sloping ever downward. Harry leans toward Griphook, who commandeers the cart. 

"How long before they come after us?" Harry said.

"Time will tell," Griphook said. 

Harry's eyes meet Griphook's in the flickering darkness, and then Ron's face appears over Harry's shoulder.

"What's that? Up ahead," Ron said.

Ron points. In the distance, directly over the tracks, something shimmers like a curtain of water. 

"I should have known," Griphook said.

Furiously, Griphook starts to throw levers, trying to slow the cart. 

"What is that, Griphook?" Harry said. 

The wheels screech, throwing off sparks. 

"Griphook! What is that!" Harry said. 

He doesn't answer, furiously preoccupied with the cart. Harry turns to Hermione, hoping she has an explanation, but she just shakes her head, staring up ahead as... Griphook slumps back, powerless, watching in grim resignation as the cart careens wildly down the rail and pierces the shimmering curtain. Instantly, water engulfs us with ferocious power. The seats beneath us collapse, flipping downward and we fall in a cascade of roaring water toward the ground rushing up 30 feet below. Hermione screams something, her wand flashing and one by one we splash down (relatively) gently, (relatively)unscathed. As the water drains away, I peer upward, watching as, alarms blaring, the cart rattles back the way it came. Harry turns to Hermione as she pockets her wand.

"Well done. Hey. (studying her)You look like... you," Harry said 

Hermione is soaking wet and looks like... Hermione. Ron looks like Ron. Griphook nods to the waterfall. 

"The Thief's Downfall. Washes away all enchantments. Can be deadly," Griphook said,

 "You don't say," I said looking up as the cart's alarms grow faint.

"Just out of interest... is there any other way out of here?" Ron said. 

"No," Griphook said. 

Before we can savour this tidbit. 

"What the devil are you all doing down here?" Bogrod said. 

They all turn, seeing a soaking Bogrod, cleansed of the imperious curse, backing away in angry confusion. 

"We need him!" Griphook said. 

"Is this your doing, Griphook? You have no rights here anymore. When you gave up your keys, you --" Bogrod said as Hermione and Harry raised their wands.  

"Imperio!" I said before they could.  

Bogrod blinks and resumes his mild demeanour. Harry and Hermione turn and see my wand outstretched. Griphook steps past and pushes Bogrod on.

"I don't not like this place," I said. 

"What about it," Hermione said. 

"Look around this place doesn't it look like it was built for something other than a bank," I said looking at the walls. 

"Well, it's a big place many the space is for new vaults for new wizards to open accounts when they run out of space," Hermione said. 

"I hope that's all it is," I said looking around as we walked.

"Hey what's wrong," Hermione said.

"Do you remember in our third year when we were waiting at the tree and I got one of those feelings that something was going to happen," I said.

"But nothing did happen," Hermione said.

"I know but this time it's the same feeling but stronger," I said.

"Together we can do anything," Hermione said as she placed her hand on my chest.