✔️M U T E || Harry Potter FanFiction

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"So you're saying that there might be a Horcrux in Lestrange's vault?" Asked Ron over breakfast.
Evelyn nodded taking a bite of her eggs, "How do we know that?" Asked Ron once again.

"Well didn't you see the way she acted when she saw the sword of Gryffindor? She went ballistic." Said Harry.

"She's right. She wouldn't have acted that way if she didn't want us to find something. If we get there and we find another Horcrux we'll be a step closer to killing him." said Harry.
"But how do we get there?" Asked Hermione.

"Well you do keep forgetting there's a goblin living upstairs," said Ron taking a bite. They all share glances before all standing up in union heading upstairs.

Harry was the first one to knock and enter the Goblin's room slowly, the others followed behind beside Evelyn. She thought the room was already a bit too crowded.

Inside, sat the small goblin on a chair staring out the window. Evelyn paced around the small hallway waiting for her friends to come out, a couple of minutes later they all came out.

"What happened?" Asked Evelyn.
"He's going to help us but.." Hermione trailed off.
"But?" Asked Evelyn.
"For him to help us he's asking for the sword of Gryffindor and I said yes" chimed in Harry.

"But how are we supposed to destroy the Horcruxes if you're giving the sword to Griphook?" Asked Mione. Harry scratched his head, "I'm working on that"

Another door opened in the hallway, there stood Fleur. "Is he-" Asked Harry.
"Much better, you can go in now," said Fleur giving space for the teens to enter. This time Evelyn entered, she was met with an old man called Ollivander, he seemed familiar.

The first time she met she hadn't properly met him before he disappeared with Dobby, god knows where the elf is now.

The old man sat in a chair by the edge of his bed, he hadn't come out of since they had arrived and hadn't talked much. Evelyn caught a glimpse of his face, his facial features coming clearer to her memory.

She had seen him before, he was screaming in fear, his face sweaty. She had seen him in one of her visions before she rapidly shook them off to somewhere else.

He had met Voldemort before he had taken him as a prisoner.  "Hello," said Harry. The quiet girl hit behind the ginger boy afraid to be seen by the old man, in fear of being recognized even though they had already met before.

"Hello!" Said the raspy old man.
"May I ask you a few questions, sir?" Asked Harry.
"Anything my boy! Go ahead" he said.

"Would you mind identifying this wand for us? We need to know if it's safe to use." Harry handed over Bellatrix's wand. The man gave the other kids an unsure look before inspecting the wand carefully, "This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange" he said giving it back to him.

"What about this one?" He handed him Draco's.
He inspected a bit as well before speaking, "This was the wand of Draco Malfoy"
"Was?" Asked Harry.

"Well, perhaps not if you have it instead." He handed it back. "The way you talk about wands, it's as if they have feelings and can think."
"The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. That is very clear and known to those who have studied wand lore."

"What do you know about the Deathly Hallows" the old man fell silent for a few seconds. "It is rumored they are three," he said at last.

"The Elder wand, the cloak of invisibility, and the resurrection stone. Together they make one Master of Death. But very few believe they actually exist"