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"Are you thinking there's a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault?"
The four of them were standing out in the small hallway, Mia leaning against the wall as she looked at the others.
"She was terrified when she thought we had been in there," Mia said, "her face was scared, like true fear."
"She kept asking you, what else was taken?" Harry said to his sister as she nodded. "I bet you anything, there's Horcrux in there. Another piece of his soul. Let's find it, kill it, and we are one step closer to killing him."
"And what happens when we find it?" Ron asked as Mia looked at him. "How're we supposed to destroy it, now you're giving the sword to Griphook?"
The twins looked at each other then back at Ron.
"We're still working on that part," they said together. Mia looked out the small landing window at Dobby's grave. Lunawas arranging sea lavender in a jam jar beside the headstone.
"We need to talk to Mr. Ollivander," Mia said as she looked at the others.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"We need to ask about the wands we got," the ginger girl said as they walked into the small room.
The wandmaker still looked exceptionally frail as he sat in a rocking chair by the window.
"Mr. Ollivander?"
The wandmaker looked up and a smile grew on his face when he saw Mia.
"We need to ask you a few questions," she said, "if that's okay?"
"Anything, girl," he said, smiling, "anything!"
"Would you mind identifying this wand?" she asked, holding Bellatrix Lestrange's wand in her hand, "we need to know if it's safe to use."
"Uhh, walnut," he said as Mia watched him, "Dragon Heartstring. Unyielding." He looked at Mia. "This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully." he handed it back to Mia who quickly handed it back to Harry.
"And this?" she asked, handing the next one to him.
"Hawthorn," he said as Mia watched him, fascinated. "And unicorn hair. Reasonably pliant. This was the wand of Draco Malfoy."
"Was?" Mia asked, taking the wand back and holding it in her hand. "Is it not still?"
"Well, perhaps not," Mr. Ollivander said as Mia looked at him. "If you won it from him. I sense its allegiance has changed. And they've changed to you, Miss. Potter."
"Me?" Mia asked. "But I didn't win from him."
"It's rare," Mr. Ollivander said as Mia looked down at the wand, "but when the wand owners have such a strong connection, the wands can change allegiances. I've never seen it with my own eyes, but I've heard rumours about it."
