Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

139. Gringotts

Their plans were made, their 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.

"And you'll be using her actual wand." said Harry, nodding toward the walnut wand. "So I reckon you'll be pretty convincing."

Hermione 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."

Harry could not help but remember how Hermione had dismissed his loathing of the blackthorn wand, insisting that he was imagining things when it did not work as well as his own, telling him to simply practice. He chose not to repeat her own advice back to her, however, the eve of their attempted assault on Gringotts felt like the wrong moment to antagonize her.

"It'll probably help you get in character, though." said Ron. "Think what that wand's done!"

"But that's my point!" said Hermione. "This is the wand that tortured Neville's mum and dad, It tortured Y/n... and who knows how many other people? This is the wand that killed Sirius!"

Harry looked as if he wanted to snap it, to slice it in half with Gryffindor's sword, which was propped against the wall beside him now.

"Hermione, I understand why you do not want to hold or use such a wand, but we do not have any other choice." Y/n told her. "This could be our only chance to get the Horcrux that sits in the vault if we are correct in our assumptions. If we fail or get caught out then everything we have worked hard for will fall apart. You know who will find out what we are up to and protect the Horcruxes making it virtually impossible to get to them from then on. We must succeed."

"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.

Remembering what Ollivander had told them of the secret workings of wands, Y/n knew what Hermione's problem with the wand was. She had not won the walnut wand's allegiance by taking it personally from Bellatrix.

The door of the bedroom opened and Griphook entered. Harry reached instinctively for the hilt of the sword and drew it close to him, but regretted his action at once. He could tell that the goblin had noticed. Seeking to gloss over the sticky moment, he said. "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."

They had been firm on this point, because Hermione would need to transform into Bellatrix before they left, and the less that Bill and Fleur knew or suspected about what they were about to do, the better. They had also explained that they would not be returning. As they had lost Perkins's old tent on the night that the Snatchers caught them, Bill had lent them another one. It was now packed inside the beaded bag, which, Y/n was impressed to learn, Hermione had protected from the Snatchers by the simple expedient of stuffing it down her sock.

Though he would miss Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean, not to mention the home comforts they had enjoyed over the last few weeks, Harry was looking forward to escaping the confinement of Shell Cottage. He was tired of trying to make sure that they were not overheard, tired of being shut in the tiny, dark bedroom. Most of all, he longed to be rid of Griphook. However, precisely how and when they were to part from the goblin without handing over Gryffindor's sword remained a question to which Harry had no answer. It had been impossible to decide how they were going to do it, because the goblin rarely left Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione alone together for more than five minutes at a time. "He could give my mother lessons." growled Ron, as the goblin's long fingers kept appearing around the edges of doors. With Bill's warning in mind, Harry could not help suspecting that Griphook was on the watch for possible skulduggery. Hermione disapproved so heartily of the planned double-cross that Harry had given up attempting to pick her brains on how best to do it, Y/n was rarely out of Hermione's company these days so it was impossible to ask him without Hermione hearing. Ron, on the rare occasions that they had been able to snatch a few Griphook-free moments, had come up with nothing better than "We'll just have to wing it, mate."