All Mine.

Chapter 61|The Vault

YVONNE'S POV

The tent still smelled like him.

My skin still tingled from the heat of last night, my legs still weak from the way Mattheo had worshipped every inch of me like he'd go mad without it. But now, sunlight streamed through the flap and the world had moved on.

We didn't have time to stay tangled in bedsheets and whispered names.

I stepped outside, hair still slightly damp from the quick cleansing charm I'd cast. Around the fire, the others were already gathered — not laughing, not bickering, just silent and waiting. Hermione stood at the centre, pacing in front of an open map, her wand tucked behind her ear.

"The next Horcrux," she said, clearing her throat, "is Helga Hufflepuff's cup. It's being kept in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault at Gringotts."

That got everyone's attention.

"Gringotts?" Ron repeated face paling. "That's basically suicide."

"Not if we're careful," Hermione said sharply. "We've done our research. Harry remembers Bellatrix's reaction when he mentioned the cup. She knows it's there. That vault—it's protected by everything ancient goblin magic can conjure, but it's possible."

"Possible," Draco echoed with a dry laugh. "I'd rather wrestle a dragon."

"You might get the chance," Regulus muttered.

Dahlia snorted from where she was leaning against a tree, arms folded. "Gods, this just keeps getting better."

I stayed quiet, absorbing the details. The vault. The curses. The duplication charms. The dragon. Every part of it was screaming death trap — but it also made sense. Voldemort would never trust something so precious in a place easily touched by human hands.

"Who's going in?" Mattheo asked, voice low beside me.

Hermione glanced around. "Harry, Ron, and I. We've already taken Polyjuice Potion—well, I have, to impersonate Bellatrix. We've practised the route, the spells. We have a plan."

"Three of you?" Mattheo frowned. "That's not enough."

"Which is why," she continued, "the rest of you will be stationed along escape points. Every exit out of Diagon Alley. If anything goes wrong—if the alarm is triggered, if the goblins retaliate—we need backup. Fast and fierce."

"Fierce, I can do," Dahlia said with a wink. "Fast... not in these heels."

Pansy elbowed her. "You're insufferable."

"Thank you."

Mattheo folded his arms. "So we're your insurance policy."

Hermione nodded. "Exactly. But the kind that bites back."

Regulus stepped forward. "We should split into two outside teams. One for crowd control if the alley gets flooded, one for diversion. If there's a dragon release—or anything big—we need chaos on our side."