𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 (𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗈𝗒 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

Chapter 40

(No one's PoV)

"I will help you, but on one condition." Griphook pointed a finger at the sword of Gryffindor.

"No!" said Harry.

"Then I am afraid," Griphook paused, "we do not have a deal."

Harry sighed and left the room, about to head toward Ollivander's room.

"She's awake!" Luna called. "Y/n's awake!"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron rushed downstairs into the room in which Y/n was sleeping.

(Your PoV)

I sat upright, rubbing my head. "Hey, guys... what happened?"

"Y/n!" Harry said, rushing to me.

"Hi, Harry," I said, hugging him. "So... what happened?"

"Well..." Hermione said, walking in behind Ron. "Bellatrix tortured us and you were unconscious, and Draco was yelling -"

"What? He was?" Ron and Harry both interrupted.

"- and the chandelier fell on you. Dobby got you out and we Apparated here, to Shell Cottage. It's Bill and Fleur's house."

"Where's Star? Is she ok?" I asked.

"She's still unconscious," Luna said in her dreamy voice.

"Oh."

"I'm glad you're ok," Harry said, pulling out a wand from his back pocket. "Fleur had to bandage you up a little because you got cut from the chandelier. Here, you need a wand, you can use Malfoy's."

I took it.

(A/N: I'm really excited because I actually got Draco Malfoy's wand in real life and I love it!)

"What do we need to do?" I asked, putting the wand on the nightstand.

"Well, you need to rest," Ron said calmly. "And -"

"But I want to help with whatever you're doing!"

"Fine." Harry sighed, helping me out of bed. "We're going to see Olivander."

"Olivander's here? Who else is here?" I asked.

"Yeah," Hermione answered, "but it's just Olivander and a goblin named Griphook."

"He's an arse," Ron added.

I stood up and steadied myself. I was wearing a different outfit that I guessed Hermione had brought in her bag.

We then began walking up toward Olivander's room when I stopped suddenly.

"Where's Dobby?"

"Dobby... Dobby's dead," Harry said, sadness tugging at his eyes. "Bellatrix threw her knife as we Apparated and he was hit."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

Without another word, we continue heading to the room.

"Mr Olivander?" I said softly, opening the door.

"Oh," he croaked out, "hello."

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, yes," the wandmaker said, his voice quiet and hoarse. "They just had us locked up for so long, with no food or anything. . . ."

"We have some things to ask you," Harry said, changing the subject. "First, can you identify these wands?"

Harry handed the two wands to Olivander. One was Draco's, the other was Bellatrix's.