𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 \\ 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗷. 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

𝐶𝐼𝑉.

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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

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CAROLINE HAD PLANNED the next journey, with some minor tweaks from Hermione. They would use the remaining Polyjuice Potion from the Ministry infiltration to act as Bellatrix Lestrange and a random Death Eater to get into the woman's vault at Gringotts. Caroline was supposed to impersonate Bellatrix, but Harry wouldn't let her. She would hide under the Invisibility Cloak, with him and Gripohook.

        Caroline tried not to argue with him, because she knew it was only out of concern. Ron held a vial of Polyjuice Potion, Caroline handing him the hair that belonged to Bellatrix. "You're sure that's hers?" Ron asked sceptically.

        "Positive." Hermione said, and Caroline placed the hair into the potion.

        "How will we know what it is when we get in there? Horcruxes could be anything." Ron asked Harry, the potion completing itself.

        Harry glanced at Caroline. "I'll-I'll know." he said, and Caroline understood. He could hear them, feel them, whatever the reason was.

        "How?" Hermione scoffed, desperate to have a concrete plan.

        "I don't know how to explain it, but I'll know." Harry convinced the two as Fleur stepped into the room.

        She held black clothing, extending them towards Hermione. "This is the closest I could find to what you described." the French woman said quietly.

        Hermione took the fabrics. "It's perfect. Thank you, Fleur." she said, and Fleur stepped over to where Bill leant against the corner of the wall.

        "You're leaving, aren't you?" Bill asked. He was worried for them, of course he was.

        "In the morning." Harry answered.

        Bill nodded. "And Griphook?" he questioned, wondering about the goblin.

        Caroline was now beside Harry, holding his hand. "He's coming with us. We need him." Caroline told the eldest Weasley child.

        "Listen, I know goblins. If you struck any kind of bargain with Griphook, you must be exceptionally careful to live up to it. If you don't, he won't be forgiving." Bill warned, and Harry nodded. They had to think of something.

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HARRY AND CAROLINE sat at Dobby's grave the next morning while they waited for Hermione and Ron to change into their outfits and drink their separate potions. Luna had left for Hogwarts moments before. "You really think we'll get married one day?" Caroline asked, running her fingers through the sand.

        Harry shrugged. "Once we survive, yeah. I think it'd be nice." he said, looking out into the ocean once more.

        Caroline nodded. "It would be. Course it means you'd have to actually listen to me." she said knowingly, glancing up at the delightful sky. Maybe today's sun-streaked clouds were a gift from Jacob.

        "Same goes for you. Hopefully, when we do get married, we won't be trying to kill You-Know-Who while being hunted." Harry kissed Caroline's head, her braids in a tight ponytail at the base of her neck.