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| thirty five |

Chapter thirty five; Shell Cottage

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The fresh breeze that nibbled Olivia's skin was incredibly refreshing as she walked barefoot in the sand. It had been three days since they'd devised their plan, hands down one of the most dangerous plans they had ever thought of in their lives. They would break into Gringotts bank, with the help of an untrustworthy goblin, posing as Death Eaters.

Hermione had been brewing the polyjuice potion for nine days, meaning they had twenty-one days left before they took on the final stretch of the hunt. It was the plan, the hope and the aim that as a team they could work together to find and destroy the three remaining Horcruxes. With them destroyed it was an easy task of summoning the Dark Lord for the final kill.

While everything was abundantly clear and set into place, Olivia found herself absolutely exhausted. In her fingers she twisted the wand of her boyfriend while looking out to the blue sea in front of her. She had so many questions pertaining to Draco's wand and every question brought more possibilities. The list she had rhymed off in her head was absurd, Bill had happily confirmed it for her.

While Olivia was a skilled overthinker, there was just something about Draco's wand that didn't sit right with her. There was a reason it's allegiance had changed and there was an answer for everything. It had to have been a small pawn in a bigger picture, surely. Harry disarming Draco, apparently when Olivia had been unconscious in the manor, was a possible answer but the sums simply didn't add up in her head. 

She knew she'd only find her answers with a wandmaker but she didn't particularly want to bother Ollivander.

A wand had to have a reason for its allegiance to change and that was what Olivia was hooked on finding out. Just why did Draco's wand decide to plead it's allegiance to Harry, after all this time?

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It was clear from the expression Ollivander wore that Olivia was the last person he expected to see at his door that day.

She couldn't help herself from visiting, her mind was attacking itself with different theories and she needed answers to prevent it.

His brow rose very slowly, "Miss Black." He acknowledged, "What can I do for you?"

She cleared her throat, "Sorry to bother you, Sir, but I was hoping you could help me out with something."

Seated in the same chair he was in just short of two weeks ago, Ollivander gestured to the edge of the bed, "Anything I can do to help you at this time, I will."

She smiled gratefully while taking the offer of the seat, twirling Draco's wand nervously. Ollivander noticed her behaviour immediately and picked up upon it, "Something the matter, girl?"

"Actually, yes." She replied, "Wether you are or aren't aware, our time is running out and there is still so much that we have to figure out."

"Can I be of any help to you, then?" Ollivander asked, "I'm sure you didn't just come to see me for a nice chat."

Olivia chuckled while looking at Draco's wand, she shook her head a few times, "What can you tell me about the Elder Wand, Sir?"