He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

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"I will get you in. You have my word."

The air thickened suddenly. There was a sharp gust of wind as I felt myself shiver from the harsh, brutal cold. I saw his face— just a few feet away from me. He had a wand in his hand. The wand exerted its maximum force into the clouds.

He turned his head to look at me, a cruel smirk on his face. One which resembled Bellatrix's. "Filthy traitor." He yelled, the wand pointed at me. I looked down at my wrist, the words engraved in blood stinging more. I looked back up at my father. "Make your choice, Y/n. Because there is no going back." He sneered. I shook my head, taking a step back.

There was a hint of irritation and weakness in his eyes before he pushed it away. "Crucio." I heard him say.

I gasped, sitting up on my bed with beads of sweat down my forehead. "Another nightmare?" Ron asked as he searched my bag for his wand. I nodded my head slowly before walking towards him. "There's a letter here. For you." He said reluctantly, examining his wand. I immediately grabbed my bag, searching through it for a letter.

'From DM.' I looked back at Ron. "Did you..-" I started before he interrupted me. "Didn't read through it, don't worry." He said with a smile. I nodded my head, not even realising his smile as I opened the letter.

I got your letter. It wasn't easy to get ahold of it with father breathing down my neck. I wrote this letter as soon as I got yours, hoping I'd be able to send it to you somehow. You can't imagine how badly I wanted to use The Cruciatus Curse on my aunt after what she did.

I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. You're not a traitor. I am.

You're brave for standing up against The Dark Lord and his supporters. And I miss you very much. I hate myself for what I let them do to you. Stay safe, yeah?

I love you, princess.

- D.M.

I couldn't help but smile at his letter. "What are you smiling at?" Harry asked, his hands in his pocket. I shook my head, closing the letter and putting it back in my bag. "Nothing." I answered. He narrowed his eyes before looking for his wand.

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We'd made it to Ron's older brother's house. I didn't even know he had these many brothers. "It's beautiful." Luna smiled, her eyes glinting in amusement as she looked around. Bill and Fleur stood in the kitchen. I knew Fleur from the Triwizard Tournament a couple years ago.

"Thank you. It was our Grandmother's. Now the order uses it as the safe base." Bill sighed, glancing at Fleur. "I need to talk to the Goblin." Harry muttered.

Bill leaded the four of us to the room in which the Goblin Bellatrix had tortured was sitting. "How are you?" I asked, taking a step forward. "Alive." His sharp tone pierced through the silence. "You probably don't remember that I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts." He said, his gaze on Harry and I. "Even amongst Goblins, you two are very famous." He said. "How did you come by the sword?" The Goblin asked Harry as I looked around the room.

"Why did Bellatrix think it should've been in her vault?" I asked, finding it physically painful to say her name. "There is a sword in her vault. Identical to this one." He answered, his finger pointed to the wand that stood behind Harry. "But it is a fake." He said. "And she never suspected it?" I asked. "The replica is very confusing. Only a Goblin could recognise the true Sword of Gryffindor." He explained.

"Who put the fake sword in her vault?" Hermione asked. "A Hogwarts Professor. As I understand it, he's the Headmaster now." He said. "Snape." Ron said. "Why?" He muttered. "There are more curious things in the vaults as Gringotss." The Goblin said, leaning forward just a little. "I need to get into one of the vaults." Harry said. "It is impossible." The Goblin scoffed. "Alone, yes. With you? No." Harry said.

"Why should I help you?" I furrowed my brows at his response. Son of a hitch. "I have gold." Harry said quickly. "I have no interest in gold." He said. "I want the sword." He muttered. "Then you will have the sword. Only, if you swear to help us." I ordered. "I will get you in. You have my word." He said, a sly smirk on his face as I nodded.

"Are we sure the Horcrux is in her vault?" Hermione asked, her voice laced with panic. "She looked terrified when she thought we'd been in there." I sighed, slowly rolling up my sleeve to show them my wound. Hermione gasped shortly, her hand on her mouth as the rest looked at my wrist. "So, I'd say yeah." I muttered, rolling it back down.

We walked into another room where my eyes fell on the familiar old man. Ollivander. I'd gotten my first wand from him seven years ago. My eyes flickered to my pocket as I slowly removed my wand to examine it. It has the identical core to Merlin. I'd been very happy about that since the first time he told me.

"Mr. Olivander. I need to ask a few questions to you." Harry pleaded, taking a step forward. "Anything." He said. I opened my bag, grabbing one of the wands Draco had given me as I walked closer to him. "Would you mind examining this wand?" I asked as he took it from me. His eyes flickered in fear as he recognised who I was before nodding his head. "Uh.. walnut. Dragon Heartstring.. 12 and three quarter inches. This is the wand of Bellatrix Lestrange." He said, looking back at me.

I took it back, handing him another one. "Hawthorne. Unicorn hair.. 10 inches.. Reasonably pliant— this wand belonged to Draco Malfoy." He responded. I furrowed my brows. Why in the world would he give me his own wand? "Belonged? Does it not still?" Harry asked. "Perhaps not. When a Wizard hands his own wand to another with the intention of letting go of it— it no longer remains the original wizard's property. Although, this is usually a case in death or somebody's will." He explained. I nodded my head. Strange.

"Thank you." Harry said as we stood up, ready to leave.