𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

• Never Trust a Goblin •

[Thought]
[Spell]
[Parseltongue]
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Griphook: This way.
He said, leading them towards a stone arc that gave away to the Vaults. Just as they crossed said arc, however, they found themselves in front of a huge, white dragon.

Y/N: Holy fuck, Hagrid was right. They really have Dragons here, after all!
He said, laughing, as Hermione just rolled her eyes.

Hermione: Normal people would be scared to be in front of a dragon, you know.
She pointed out.

Y/N: Please, I killed one, Hermione. Besides, dragons aren't scary. They're really, really cute in my opinion.
He said, waving his hand nonchalantly.

Ron scowled.
Ron: Feels like we're talking to Hagrid.
He whispered, causing Harry to chuckle.
Griphook: If you're done chatting, take one of these each.
He said, kicking a leather bag towards them.

It contained what appeared to be objects used to make loud noise.

Y/N got one, and followed Griphook's example, shaking said object from side to side, causing it to emit a really loud noise that made the Dragon back away whimpering.

Y/N: Monsters. You've tortured this poor thing, haven't you?
He thought, glaring at Griphook, as they passed and made their way to their Vaults.

Once they reached Bellatrix's, he grabbed the other Goblin, who was still under the effects of the Imperius Curse, and slammed his hand on the door, unlocking it.

As the door finally opened, their jaws dropped, as they peeked inside.
The Vault wasn't extremely big or anything, but it was full of gold, golden objects and artifacts, and piles, upon piles of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts.

In a corner, was a replica of Godric Gryffindor's sword, and for a moment, Y/N even thought of giving that to Griphook instead of the real one, though he then realized that the Goblin would be able to tell them apart with relative ease, so he discarded the idea.

Ron: Do you guys hear anything?
He asked, looking at Harry and Y/N, who were scanning the contents of the Vault.
Harry: Not really.
He mumbled.

Y/N suddenly stopped.
Y/N: Wait, I think I hear something.
He said, looking around frantically.
He could hear a low, almost imperceptible hissing noise, but he wasn't able to pinpoint its location.

He tried to follow the direction of the noise, and that's when he spotted the source.
It was a small, Golden Cup with two handles and a badger engraved on it.

Y/N: I've found it!
He said.
Ron: Great! Pick it up!
He said, accidentally knocking down a silver cup, causing it to fall to the ground, splitting into two separate cups.

Y/N: Be careful. It seems every object in this Vault has been cursed with the Geminus Curse. If you touch it, it splits into more and more copies of itself.
He said, eyeing them.

He then turned towards the Horcrux, and used his wand to pick it up, accidentally knocking over a bunch more items, that fell on the ground and started multiplying.

Y/N: Crap!
He said, as he and the others tried to make their way towards the exit, as the room started getting flooded by all the multiplied items.
Hermione: Griphook, do something!
She said.

Griphook: I've respected my part of the deal. Now it's your turn!
He said, glaring at them.
Hermione huffed, taking out the Sword from her pouch, and tossing it to Griphook, who eagerly took it and started speeding towards the exit.

He then turned to look at them, an evil grin plastered on his face.
Griphook: I promised to help you get inside, but I never promised to help you get out. Good luck, brats. That is, if you even manage to make it out alive.
He said, laughing, as he ran outside the Vault and closed the door behind himself, effectively locking them in there.