Dark Side

Heist

Harry

My knees buckle as my feet slam into a wet, sandy beach. I stumble to stand up, looking at my friends pulling themselves up around me. I look down, and see Dobby beside me, gazing up at me. 

"Thank you Dobby. You saved my life without even almost killing me in the process," I smile weakly, though sincerely. 

The elf smiles up at me, "Dobby would do anything for Harry Potter."

I kneel down on the wet sand, and hug Dobby. The elf is surprised for a moment, but then wraps his skinny arms around me. Dobby always amazes me. He was a slave to horrible people, was abused constantly, but remained happy and kind. He reminds me of Draco a bit. 

We break apart. "Dobby must go back to Hogwarts before they realize he was gone. Goodbye Harry Potter."

"Goodbye Dobby," I smile. There was the familiar CRACK! and Dobby vanished.

I turn to look at the cottage, it's a pretty little place, on a little grassy hill beside the beach. Two figures come running out of the cottage, and as they come closer, I see that it's Bill and Fleur.

"What 'eez going on?" asks Fleur.

"Kidnapped by snatchers, brought to Malfoy Manor, saved by the Malfoy's former house elf, then came here," Says Ron, "Our lives are pretty strange."

"Well you'd better come inside then." Fleur says simply.

When I first met her, I had thought she was very shallow, but then during the tournament I realized that she was a decent person, and a fighter. Fleur is amazing, she really is. 

Some good things have come out of this tragety, I think as I glance at Bill and Fleur's entwined fingers while we walk up to the cottage. 

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We walk along Diagon alley, Hermione looking like Bellatrix, Ron with a beard, and Griphook and me under the invisibility cloak. I had figured that there must be a horcrux in Bellatrix's vault, because she freaked out so much when she thought that we'd been in there.

It was all going well until we hit the Theives' Downfall. Our enchantments were washed away, Hermione and Ron were back to their normal selves, and the Imperius curse on Bogrod went away. I quickly put it back again, but I had a sinking feeling that this would not end well. 

I was right, and the feeling only got worse after we triggered the Gemini curse on the gold in the vault. Then Griphook took the sword and left. Nothing could be easy for us, could it?

"Harry what the hell are we going to do?!" Ron yells.

"I have one idea." I say, doubting it would work, but knowing it's our only option at this point. 

"The dragon," I say curtly, throwing curses over my shoulder at the wizards and goblins standing below. 

Ron gives me a confused look, but Hermione understands. I turn the corner, and start running towards the dragon, luckily it has its back to me, or I would be ashes by now. The dragon was shooting flames at the guards, and all of the spells they fired hit the dragon and did nothing, drawing more fire away from us, and towards the larger problem at hand. 

"Do what I do!" I yell, picking up my pace, sprinting toward the dragon. At the last second I jump, and wrap an arm around one of the spokes on its back. The dragon barely notices me, and soon Ron and Hermione are clinging to the dragon beside me.

"Relashio!" Hermione yells, breaking the cuffs chaining the dragon to the floor.

The dragon doesn't seem to notice the cuffs are gone, so I set off an explosion behind it, and it starts moving forward, gaining speed as it realizes nothing is holding it back anymore. The guards notice this as well, and frantically run in the opposite direction.

The dragon continues going up, the three of us blasting a larger path for it. We all duck and cover our heads, casting small shield charms to save us from debris as the dragon bursts into the lobby of Gringotts. The terrified goblins scatter, and the dragon breaks its way through the ceiling. It sits on the roof, breathing heavily, savoring the fresh air. Just when we are relieved that we've made it out, and are trying to figure out what to do now, it takes off. 

It flies for a while, but then slows over a lake, looking like it's trying to find a place to land. 

"We jump now!" Hermione says, "Over the water! Then we swim to the shore over there!"

"Okay!" Ron and I yell back, terrified. 

"One," calls Hermione, "Two," I turn, gripping the dragon with only one hand, "Three!"

We all jump off, and fall for what seems like too long, then hit the water, hard. 

I start swimming up as soon as my head goes under, knowing my momentum from the jump will pull me to the bottom of the lake. I'm almost at the surface when my scar starts searing in pain. I yell, but only bubbles come out. Images flash through my mind, all of the horcruxes we'd destroyed, Voldemort standing in a room full of dead bodies, blood everywhere, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Hogwarts.

The images stop, the pain ebbs away, and I pull myself ashore, coughing and spluttering.

"Hogwarts. The last horcrux is at Hogwarts, and it has to do with Ravenclaw. We have to go to Hogwarts." I say, to a very confused and sopping wet Ron and Hermione.